Gone. Peter, the man who had put effort into creating a working paramedic group, was gone. The blow did not cripple the setup, but coupled with Javert's death, it dealt a substantial loss. Though Tear could find some relief in his life being spared, she remembered his absence placed their efforts close to the beginning. Majority of the supplies that were meant for the group had disappeared with Peter while the lack of a second coordinator would make it difficult to guide multiple mobile units. Furthermore, until the Search and Rescue team could regroup, they would likely have to handle tomorrow's M-U sessions alone.

Tonight would make or break their situation. Tear would have to obtain enough supplies to handle up to ten injured bodies and investigate the chapel before dawn. Neither should be harrowing, but with the inclusion of monsters, one could not predict success rates. Here, then, was the hope for competence.

Here, then, was the hope for fortune.

With a grim face, Tear crossed the threshold to her side of the room. One glance toward her roommate revealed at least one positive aspect: it seemed the food had returned to normal. "Good evening," she greeted as the girl took her seat for dinner. Given the amount of strength she will have to produce later on, Tear might as well get started on gathering energy. "I hope your day has been well."