We spent all night putting up posters that Jughead made to try and get people in Primus to revolt against the system, change sides, help get Servus out of the arena. Someone caught us in an alley. I had a backpack full of posters, cans of adhesive, tape. I don't even know what kind of equipment Jug had on his person, but if they caught us, reported us, we were done. So, yeah. We had to.

[ that's really the entire story. he supposes they could have tried to run and honestly, that'd been his first instinct. to flee the scene of the crime. but what if they hadn't been a passerby? what if they called the entire militia or police force down on top of them? it wasn't like riverdale! a one sheriff town with slow-moving police work where teenagers somehow played better detectives. ]

Other than that, we slept in separate rooms. It wasn't like that. I'm just-- I'm glad it's over.