Looking back up at the doorway, he watched as the shadows dispersed. Couldn't bother chasing him anymore, could they? He made his way down the rest of the stairs and noticed Harth crouched down by the second set, looking pretty bad.

Heero knelt down beside Harth, watching Harth as the boy appeared to be struggling to breathe. Hyperventilation? For someone who appeared as weak as Harth, probably. He put a hand on his back, making a small, gentle rubbing motion.

"They're gone. Relax."