It was pretty clear in the next few days that there was no foreseeable way of them returning home.

Peter wasn't too worried, but it had Matt on edge like nothing else.

It was late at night, and they were sitting around in a spare room the Titans had. Peter was lying back on the bed, arms on his stomach. Meanwhile Matt sitting on the edge, tapping his foot irritably.

"Why are you so calm? This is ridiculous. We've been here a week and we have nothing."

He hunched over, and rubbed his eyes, groaning, before throwing his head back in frustration. Peter sighed, and sat up, before putting is hand on Matt's knee.

"I think you're being a little over dramatic… I mean it's not that bad here…" He didn't exactly believe himself there, but at least one of them had to be positive… right?

Matt breathed heavily through his nose, but refrained from snapping. "I don't know how you can say that so easily," he started shortly, "What about your aunt and uncle? What about Foggy? I-"

He stopped midsentence, hearing footsteps approaching. They were too light to be Cyborg's, but also too light to be Raven's.

Plus that alien girl wasn't really a fan of walking anyway.

A knock came at the door, and Peter got up to answer it, clearly seeing how unsociable Matt was being right then.

As Matt suspected. Beastboy stood at the door, looking a little cautious.

"Hey…Dinner's re-"

"Not interested."

Matt stood behind Peter, who groaned internally.

"But-" Beastboy looked very confused to say the least.

"It smells like tofu and fake everything. Not interested. "

He pushed past him, and Peter glanced between them, before rushing after Matt. They made their way to the roof, and once up there, Matt kicked an overturned bucket. Peter stood back for a moment, and watched Matt walk up to the ledge. He stood there, listening to the distant sounds of the city, trying to relax.

"I think I need to take a walk…"

He turned around, softening his face a little bit. Peter took a deep breath in relief.

"And by walk, you mean a run, right?"

A smile appeared on his lips.

"Yeah."

Within minutes, Matt was back in costume, hopping from building to building. Peter chose to hang back, giving him time with himself.

The air was cool on his cheeks, and the air whistled in his ears as he went from rooftop to rooftop.

He didn't think he'd miss this that much.

Landing with a thud, he rubbed his knees, and took a deep breath, feeling exhilarated. There wasn't any crime yet, but the feeling that we flying was like nothing else.

He paused for a moment, and looked around, trying to listen for any trouble.

The air was still as he went silent, and it was like the world stopped for a moment.

In the distance, a scream was heard, and with that, he was off.