“Umm. I’ll go next.” Fetch said. This one would be interesting too. I’d never thought about it before, but I was curious about what had happened to my best friend. “My story… it isn’t a long one. My name is Darwin. Yeah, don’t ask, I don’t know either. I’ve always prefered to be called Win. I don’t much remember my parents. I think I was kind of neglected, I must have been. My first memory is at about three, and I don’t think I knew or understood as much as I should have at that age.

“At three or maybe for, I remember being in a cardboard box. I was in the back of a car or van, and the box was bumping around. It was night, there was no light shing in through cracks.

“I think I had been sleeping and woke up in the box. I started to poke around to see if I could get out, I suppose. Someone heard and yelled at me. I started crying.

“The next thing I knew, the box was flying through the air and then rolling across the ground. I was thrown about inside it, and it suddenly stopped. I think it hit a tree. I was hurt, but I don’t remember how badly. I crawled out of the box. I was in the middle of a park in this city, but I didn’t know that then.

“I’d been abandoned, like a kitten no one wants. And not even nicely, set down on a doorstep. I was thrown from a moving van. I’m not quite sure how I got by, but I did. And here I am.” He stared emptily at the floor. “I’ve never been loved by anyone. It’s a hole that’s never been filled.” I felt bad. Did Fetch only play matchmaker to avoid his own pain?

He paused a moment, pursing his lips. “And Twix, I’ve had a crush on you since I met you.” He lowered his eyes and shrunk against the wall. Twix’s green eyes gazed curiously at him.

Then Twix crept over slowly, lifting Fetch’s chin with two fingers. “We’re lost souls.” He said in his easy voice. “We’re all lost souls. We have to find each other. I’d like to try and find you.” He pressed his lips chastely against Fetch’s. Fetch smiled against the kiss, making a little sound and arching his back to get a little closer to Twix.

I was happy for him. Maybe the hole would be filled. Would he matchmake and plot anymore? The two of them snuggled together against the wall.

Across the room, Butch and Thrill were kissing sweetly. Butch looked like he hadn’t the slightest clue what he was doing, but Thrill had skill enough for the both of them. All he really had to do was hold his head still. Butch’s hands were resting nervously in his lap, and Thrill’s reached out to clasp them gently, stroking them with his thumbs. I was still amazed by how young and innocent Butch looked without all of his makeup.

Blonde was holding Zen tightly, trying to calm his obvious fear. Zen seemed to know something was very wrong, he was shaking violently against Blonde’s chest. The cops must have shook him up a bit. Blonde was stroking his hair back and whispering soothing words in his ear.

Hint, on the other hand, was still bawling. Pixel was trying to engulf Hint with his tiny body, to comfort. It wasn’t working well, but the effort was obvious. He had taken Hint’s glasses and hung them from the neck of his shirt for safekeeping.

Sparks had his face pressed deeply into the nape of Blitz’s neck. Blitz was gently stroking his back with a tender expression on his face. He occasionally kissed Sparks on the top of the head.

Kiss was smiling down at Fizz, brushing his hair back and caressing his cheeks. Fizz was sleeping like the dead. His eyelashes barely even fluttered in a dream. After a moment, Kiss set him on the ground and curled next to him, his arms obviously tired.

I could still hear the sirens, and I knew I was not the only one who was wondering when they were going to stop.