[fraser]

Maybe, Stan thinks, as he rides along empty street after empty street, weaving through abandoned cars, he shouldn't feel so relieved at the way the city's emptied out. There could be dangers, and he's thought of plenty. He and Eddie can compile a spreadsheet later, maybe.

But it's so quiet, without being completely silent.

Even better... none of the usual assholes he might be worried about are around. Stan's come a long way in being afraid of them, but the knowledge that he doesn't event have to consider them as a possibility gives him incredible relief.

He's aware that most of his friends are safe in their homes and experiencing various levels of anxiety and interest in the whole situation. Still, he's drawn back to the Home, where he dutifully locks his bike to the rack and heads inside.

"Fraser?" he calls out, letting his voice ring out more than it ever did when he lived here.