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Jason calls Trooper and heads out, taking the drive home slowly. Parking at his house, he takes his time, so tired, but not wanting to sleep. He turns on the lights as soon as he's in the house, and invites Trooper in for the night. Instead of going to bed, Jason putters for a while in his bedroom, then winds up flopping down in a living room chair after shutting the lights off. He stares into the darkness, willing his mind to avoid what is tugging at his subconsciousness, though with little progress. His eyes are so heavy...his body so tired...


Ty's eyes widen at Katie's invitation, and he stiffens in his seat. "I...I don't think I'd help one bit. I'm not so great at games."

Wyatt throws him a teasing smirk. "You've been a party pooper all night. Come on and move around to sit next to Katie. She's gonna need all the help she can get for this next round."

Feeling backed into a corner, Ty abruptly stands, his face red. "Look, it's...it's late. My brain stopped working about two hours ago."

"So did mine," Laura quips with humor. "We don't care."

Ty grits his teeth. "Really, I don't want to play, alright? Can't you guys just let it drop?" He leaves the room before his embarrassment takes over, and goes into the living room to stare out the window, his arms crossed in defensiveness.

Wyatt lifts his eyebrows as Ty stalks off. "What on earth is his problem? One minute he's sociable and calm and the next he's riled and grouchy."


Mick looks at Rosetta, a grateful smile at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks...I guess I'd appreciate the company." Once in the jeep, he points to the left. "Jill said he's in the Milltown jail - it should take us about an hour."