Play with me?

Rick grins a little at Katie and nods. "Alright. I'll get him taken care of."

After Katie leaves, Rick is able to help Scott, then get him settled again. Without anything to keep him occupied, it's not long before Scott is asleep.

Domino watches everything around her, keeping a close eye on her master. Finding him asleep once again though, her boredom takes over. Picking up her chew toy, she goes to the door and finding it open a crack, nudges it open some more and slips out. Looking both ways down the hall, she sniffs a little, then aims toward the main floor.

Her small size helps her go unnoticed by anyone who is sitting at their desks, and she slips by a whole row of cubicles without being seen. Stopping once to look around and sniff again, she aims for the end cubicle.

Turning the corner into Katie's cubicle, she drops her toy on the floor and looks up at her, giving a quiet little bark.


Con trudges into his apartment, throwing his keys onto the table. He was sweaty and dirty from being on the site all day and was exhausted. He glances at the clock. He had two hours before he was supposed to meet Jamie at the steakhouse downtown for supper. If he could just slip in an hour of sleep he might be worth something tonight.

Aiming for the living room, he kicks off his work boots and flops down on the couch. He sets the alarm on his watch and within minutes is sound asleep. Once sleeping though, he doesn't realize when he rolls over onto his right side. The alarm was set but would go unheard.


Wyatt pulls up in front of Mom and Pop's and parks. His arm now out of the sling he moves more easily, though walks with some hesitance. He was going to grab an early supper before heading back for some evening work at TJY. He could have chosen a different place to get his food, but for some reason he'd been drawn back here. Maybe it was Aerith...he still felt like a jerk for ditching her twice, and couldn't even make up for it now since he had to go back to work, but maybe the fact that he was still around and being sociable would be enough to help her stick around until he had another chance.

Stopping at the door, he looks to his right at a nearby shop. Thinking for a moment, he opts for the apologetic route. It's several minutes before he's back at the restaurant again, this time entering and going for the counter. A dainty bouquet of flowers is in his hand, tied with a little purple ribbon.

Wyatt throws a smile in Mabel's direction. "Hey, Mabel. I'm needing some supper and a piece of humble pie. Aerith around this afternoon?"


Angel's hand through Luke's hair is like a soothing breeze to calm the harshest storm. He looks her in the eye for a moment before leaning over and kissing her lips. "I know," he says softly. "This is kinda weird for me, but I know nothing is going to change...and my love certainly isn't."

He takes a deep breath, his gaze wandering to the mess hall again. Part of him wanted to go see Trent for himself, but he resists for now. That was one thing that could wait. He had some things to think through first before seeing him again...he needed to sort through what he was feeling first.

Instead, he takes Angel's hand. "You gonna help your cripple of a fiancé in the barn to find something he's capable of doing so he can earn his keep around here?"


Trent watches Wes leave, feeling more out of place here than he ever had in his life. He remembers the first time he'd been to this ranch...a rueful memory existed of him stealing his sister's jeep. How things had changed...

The afternoon is spent with awkward small talk, and conversations about the Agency with speculations as to where Mick might be and why. There are still things unknown about Trent, and there are still things he doesn't know about the gang...but peace is kept and no arguments arise. He is continually meek, showing at least on the outside that his intentions were as stated...he just wanted to start over before it was too late.

Sparky eventually offers to have Trent bunk down with him while Mick was gone... Though his offer is sincere, it's known that he's also motivated by the chance to keep a close eye on Trent.


Cindy is curled up in the one easy chair in the living room. Her lunch of potato soup is half eaten on the kitchen table, left uncleared and cold. She'd gotten halfway through her meal before feeling sick again and had wound up in the chair, with no motivation to clear the table or attempt finishing her food.

Hearing the front door open and footsteps, she recognizes that it's Wes. Overcome with a strange tiredness though, she stays where she is.