The blizzard had taken its horrific toll upon the city. The outer provinces lay in ruin, and many bridges into the City accross the River Kahrs had either collapsed under the strain of the wind, ice and waves or had been too damaged to use safely. All those inside the city were now INSIDE the city, they couldnt out, and little aid could come in. However, the City needed little other than to re-establish controll over the rioting crowds who wanted a free meal. Remo had worked for 5 hours straight, feeding the guests in the hotel. Hunt had been working too, keeping out the rioting crowds after the rich, whom they believed had, somehow, caused the blizzard.
	Now the frenzy was over, Remo had worked his fingers to their bones to keep everything under controll, and was enjoying a good cigarette, or five, after the strenius task of overseeing Amita at the same time as the scared, angry, tired, cold and hungry crowd of snobs. Tan had fallen asleep on the table, and Amita wasn't far off sleeping either. Hunt stood, stressed and exhausted. Remo wanted to be sure that Bey was still safe. Remo just wanted to go home.
	"Shall we get goin' then, people?" He said, tired	
	"Da.. zaht iz a good idea" Replied Hunt, putting as little effort as possible into speaking. Amita, her eyes closed and her head in her palm just nodded and let out a slight grunt in confirmation, and it was all too obvius Tan needed to get home. Remo stood up, after stubbing what little remained of his fag out in an ashtrey he retreived from the bar. 
	"Suppose I'll be driving then, as I'm the only one still awake, and you cant drive" Instructed Remo, looking toward Hunt, who was now lifting Tan from her chair, being carefull not to wake her. Slowly, they made their way to the car, which wasn't too much to be proud of. It was Tan's, but Remo knew how to drive, he simply didn't have a car. Yet. He made his way back to the house. The wheather had warmed up, the storm had moved onward toward the mountains where it would probably blow itself out, and the ice was melting, but was overloading the sewerage system, and was starting to bubble up in some places. Some temporary bridges had been planned, but nothing had yet materialised. Remo was now fearing for Kon, Tan's only realative whom she knew the whereabouts of. However, he wanted to get home, to make sure the house hadn't been looted, to make sure Bey was safe. He didn't understand why, though. He didn't even know her properly, and all he wanted now, more than anything, more than meeting his mother so he could punch her lights out, more than screaming at his adopted parents, more than keeping his job, more than getting more roomates, more than paying the rent money, was to see Bey was safe. However, even in his desperation, his mates should come first. He drove slowly over the slippery roads in the tiny 3 seater car, Amita in the passenger seat to his left, now alseep in the seat, Tan directly behind him, spread accross the back seat of the car and Hunts lap, who sat behing Amita. Eventually, they got back to the house. Remo woke Amita, being to small to carry her, and he found himself waking Hunt and Tan too. After this, he cared not for them. He sprinted down the path toward the door, unlocked it fearing for Bey's safety, even though the house was untouched. He ran into the living room, but noone was there. The blankets and rugs and cups and bowls were all still there, but no sign of Bey, save the fur she left on the couch. He checked all the other rooms downstairs, his panic growing with each room being empty. He sprinted up the stairs, checking Hunt's room, then Tan's, then the spare rooms, even the bathroom. He ran up to the attick rooms, the last spare room was lifeless, as it always had been. One room left unchecked, and Remo beagan to fear for the worst. He reached fr the doorknob, his hand trembeling as thoughts of his room being trashed, Bey lying hacked and mangled on the floor still sped through his mind.
	"This is insane" He said to himself, his voice quivering "She.. she cant be hurt. Nah, why only my room. Its not like anything more valuable is in there. Or, maybe she got sick... and... she needed help, but I wasn't here to look after her... or, maybey she ran off, and theres a note on my bed, or something..." With each scinario that his brain could think off, he panicked and feared for Bey, still incapable of opening the door for fear of what was on the other side. Suddenly, a noise came from the other side of the door. Remo's panick grew more intense, as he began to shake from the adrenaline.
	"Those bastard theives are still here" He said, as the sounds came closer to the door. 'I'll give these twats what-for' he thought, as the door swung open. Remo didn't even think, he just threw his fist at the figure in the doorway, knocking them off their feet and to the ground.
	"You fucker! MESS IN MY HOU-" Remo pused in his ranting, after noticing the figure he just knocked out was Bey. She lay sprawled out in the middle of his room, her nose bleeding.
	"Oh FUCKING SHIT NO!!" Screamed Remo in untter disbeleif. He ran over and knelt beside her, checking her nose wasnt broken. Slowly she opened her eys and looked up at him, overdrematically. Remo stared back at her, hating himself for what he had done. "I.. Im so sorry, Bey, I... I thought the hose had been broken into, and that you wer hurt, and-" Remos panick-stricken explination was broken when Bey put her finger over his lips.
	"Shh, Remo, you idiot. I got really tired and took a nap on your bed 'cos its the cosiest. And I'm glad your back, and I dont care that you just lamped me in the nose" She said, smiling through the bloddy mess of her face. Remo looked confused at her, still guilty for what he just did. Bey got up, ignoring her face completely, and as she did Remo saw that she was in one of his jumpers and underwear.
	"Uhhm, Bey.." He asked
	"Yea?"
	".. Why are you in my shirt, and your underwear?" He asked, confused
	"Your not complaining, are you?" She replied, enjoying herself.
	"Well, your getting blood on my top.. and.. no im not complaining.. much.. I think? Was the fragmented reply. Remo stared up at her, looking only hat her face, in fear of being a bad host.
	"You want me to take it off then?" She replied, seductively.
	"Are you trying to ge tme aroused?" He asked, enjoying himself
	"Maybe.. or maybe" She replied, as she wrapped her arms about Remo's waist. Remo started blushing, and could do nothing than hold her against him. "Or maybe, im trying to tell you something. Something important" She added. Remo smiled and looked at her, and suddenly reilised why he was so afraid of her coming to harm and why he wanted nothing but this. He kissed her gently on the lips before she could say anything else, but pulled back with a sour expression upon his face. "Remo.. whats.. whats the matter?" Bey asked, suddenly looking assif she wanted to cry. "Don't you like me, Remo? Don't you... don't you.. don't you love me?" She asked, struggeling to get the sentance out beofore she started crying. Remo looked at her in amazement.
	"Yes, Bey I do. I do love you... Why?" With this, she squeesed him, forcing the air from his lungs
	"GOOD! Aww Remo you have no IDEA what this means to me!! I thought Amita was your girlfriend, or something, but then I remembered she was your sister, and... and whats wrong with you anyway?"
	"Nothing, you just taste of blood.." He replied, smirking.
	"Well you'd better like it, I have my evening set out" Remo looked down at her, as she pushed him onto the bed. Under normal circumstance, Remo would have rebelled against being bossed about like this. But it was Bey, and he wanted to make her happy. As they ley on the bed staring into eachothers eyes, Remo knew that all he would ever want was Bey's happiness. But somehow, something didn't feel right. Somehow, he knew it couldn't last.