Raven did as he was instructed. It seemed like he knew a thing or two about bruises, doing everything he could not to strain them.

The nurse did everything she could, "Just continue to rest for now, I'll have someone bring food in for you." she told him before sighing, "I've got to get another look at Laurel's hands." and headed for the door.

Raven nodded and put a blanket over himself before closing his eyes.

A bit later, Roselyn was knocking on Dan's door.

Dan got up a little grudgingly and went to the door.

Roselyn looked a little worried, "It's Laurel, you better follow me." she said quietly before taking off down that hallway.

Dan frowned and followed after Roselyn.

"The nurse couldn't find her anywhere." Roselyn explained while they walked, "So we traced her using she cameras to the underground motorcycle arena. We know where her bike is on the track but it's stopped." she sighed, sounded a little worried, "We thought we should come get you before heading out to find her."

Dan let out a sigh. "... I don't know how to ride," she admitted.

"You can sit behind someone." Roselyn shrugged as they entered the elevator to get below.

Dan didn't say anything else. She didn't really have much of a choice.

When they got down to the motorcycles, Roselyn walked with Dan over to the other girls. "Where is she?" she asked one of them.

The girl showed her a screen, pointing to the blinking green dot. "She hasn't moved."

Roselyn whistled, "She's far out there..." she turned to Dan, "It should take us a good hour to reach her. We have to drive slower since we don't know the tunnels that well." she explained with a sigh.

Dan sighed.

"You don't have to come... I suppose." Roselyn replied, "We just don't know what she's doing way out there. You don't get motion sick, do you?" she asked.

Dan shook her head. "... It's alright," she replied as she went to grab a helmet.

Once Dan was settled behind Roselyn, they took off. Two other girls on motorcycles went along with them. In a little under an hour their headlights shone on a stopped motorcycle. Laurel was squatting beside it, a few tools in her hand. She seemed to be fixing something. As they approached, she shielded her eyes from their headlights with her arm.

Roselyn frowned, "You break down out here?" she called to her. Laurel didn't respond.