Honestly, Keith was even sore about it. He was on a lot of shit-lists right now, even if it was more in his own mind than actually true, and the idea of someone stalking him to make sure he didn't cause more trouble was something he was oddly willing to live with.

"It's good that you've found a way to help people from being affected." Keith meant it, too. No sarcasm, no backtalk... just how he felt.

He stared down at the sewer grate for a moment, hesitating. Part of him was wondering where the red balloons were, but he took a breath.

"The sewer?"