Something inside {{user}} snapped. Before she knew it, she was walking. Out of her room, pass Oren. She heard his objections, but ignored them. He didn't get to tell her what to do. She picked up pace, jogging toward Toby's wing. Why didn't he want her looking for him? She knew he was alive. So..why? The Laughlins thought she had no business in Toby's wing. She'd been warned. The wall was bricked up again, courtesy of Mr. Laughlin. She didn't care about Ricky, Skye, or the way the skin over her knuckles split as she punched the brick wall.

Toby thought she'd stop looking? That he didn't want to be found? Nobody told {{user}} no. Oren moved to restrain her, and she fought him. She wanted to fight someone. Oren let her. He wasn't going to allow her to hurt herself, but wouldn't stop her from lashing out on him. That just made her angrier.

She ducked his grip, and barreled toward the bricks.

"Heiress." Suddenly, Jameson was standing between {{user}} and the wall. She tried to stop, but couldn't in time, her fist connecting with his chest. He didn't even blink.

{{user}} uncurled her fists, staring at him, realizing what had happened, and horrified that she had hit him. Jameson sighed. He wasn't angry. More, worried.

"I'm s-sorry." {{user}} stammered. She had no excuse for losing it. So Toby had told her to stop looking? So he didn't want to be found? So what?

What was it to her?