Alex leaves the gravity couches looking like he'd been mowed over by a truck. Maybe it's because of how stressed out he and his body have been this past week, but—yeah, he needs a second sitting against his locker before he can get anything other than his jeans on right now (hell, those had been a challenge all on their own). The raw, red slash and pocked little wounds from his time back in the otherworld weren't bleeding, healed up by the jump so that he didn't need to bandage anything anymore. He can at least consider that a vast improvement, and hey, hopefully... the next jump won't feel so shitty. Hopefully.

He had his doubts.

He looks for Heather, of course. But she's not around, even when he ventures to her locker. Had she already flew the coop the moment they'd gotten out? In the rush of people—so many people—he had no way of knowing.

Goddammit.

He waits there for a while to make sure, before finally leaving. He'd have to check on a lot of people. They were all still reeling from everything, so... Time for wandering.