Off the scale

Carson saunters down through the row of cubicles until he reaches his own, giving nods to a couple people who had begun to acknowledge him as a coworker.

Sitting down at his desk, he spies the breakfast food, a smile breaking out. Misty. Shaking his head, he sighs with content and turns on his computer before starting in on the meal. Misty was one sweet and sassy woman.


Laura tries to smile, though Katie’s appearance doesn’t do much for the worry that was already there. She doesn’t say much though, respecting the silence, and takes Katie with her to TJY.

Parting from Katie, Laura makes her way to Nate’s desk, but seeing he’s not there yet, grabs a pen and piece of notepaper. “Nate – Jamie’s out of town again. Would you mind helping out with Ed again until she gets back? If not, I’ll as Wyatt. Thanks. – Laura.” She sticks the note on Nate’s keyboard, then heads over to her own desk.


Wyatt leans back in his chair, distracted and trying to concentrate on the papers he’s supposed to be going over. Sighing, he stands up and goes to his filing cabinet in an attempt to find that file Carter had asked him for yesterday.


Jason looks up only briefly to see Roxas, unsure if he could really trust him or not. Could he really trust anyone in here? He knew he was one of the few that might be considered innocent.

Shifting his eyes back to his food, he shrugs. “If they want to pick on me, so be it. I don’t rightly care.” He stuffs as forkful of food in his mouth, grimacing just a little.

Feeling as though someone is watching him, he glances up to several tables away, spotting the seven-foot-tall monster they called Tucker who was glaring at him.

Lowering his gaze again, Jason tries to ignore him.


Con’s head is tilted to the side and he doesn’t see or hear Jamie’s car pull into the driveway. Dan’s own back is turned, so neither men realize she is there.

As Jamie shouts up to him, Con whips his head around, almost losing his perch on the peak of the roof, and missing a swing with his hammer. His eyes widen in surprise as he squints in the sun. “Jamie?! What on earth?”

Dan looks at her, also surprised, then back at Con. “Friend of yours?”

“Uh, yeah…You could say that.” Con rises to his feet, balancing on the slanted structure to walk to the edge where the ladder is, making his way agilely to the ground.” Cocking his head, he sets his hands on his hips. “Well if I’m a sight for sore eyes, then you’re off the scale. Don’t tell me you came all the way out here just to see me.”


“Grandma, there’s a lady here!” Michaela points out the kitchen window as she helps prepare for lunch.

“What?” Paula moves so she can see, noticing Con going to talk with the stranger. “Hmm, I don’t know her.”

Seth stands on his tiptoes to see as well, and his eyes widen. “Does Uncle Con have a girlfriend.”

Paula rolls her eyes. “Not that I know of. It’s not polite to stare or make assumptions, so get on back to cleaning that room of yours.”

Seth trudges back through the kitchen. “Alright, but Jake and I are almost done.”

“Good. Then it will be finished in time for lunch.”