*Jet and Miles didn't always see eye to eye, but of all the people he knew, he considered Miles a friend. Miles never judged him and never treated him differently, and to see his friend go mad made his heart heavy. He was grew silent since then, seeing no one, save his employers and the people he delivered to, but still, remained quiet. He felt himself slipping, he felt guilt for what happened to Miles, and now with these words of power began imagining saying things when Vinnie died. Did he cause the explosion? Did he really mumble something that may have held power? Sure he didn't like Vinnie, but... no, he couldn't believe he killed him. All he could think to do was run, all day, all night, stopping for food and sleep. The lights were on but nobody was home. He ran all over and ended up in a bad area for his kind when his feet began to ache but he had to keep going till he reached safety. Once home he found his feet bleeding and so he rested, but taking a day off made the thoughts grow worse. The next morning as soon as it was open, he made his way to the school for a safe running area, were he could rest if his feet hurt again. He sprinted around the track for as long as he could, as fast as he could. After an hour, he would stop for water.*