Stranger

Laura wanders from the copy machine back out onto the main floor. It seemed quiet here today...Misty was gone, taking with her the bubbly personality and the laughter that had always followed her. She and Carson had always stirred things up around TJY and the two of them had gotten in plenty of trouble, not hiding their affections one bit...but it had always made Laura smile.

Sighing, she reaches her desk. Jason was gone, Con was gone, Misty was gone...it just felt empty anymore.


Con swirls his straw around in his glass, waiting for the pizza to arrive. His right arm was in a sling - doctor's orders after the deep bruise and trauma from the accident at work. One more week and then he should be back to normal...though he still had to be at work and try to function as much as he could right now.

"...anyway, so Phil's trying to get me to come and help the guys backstage next week at their concert." He tries hard to keep a light conversation going with Jamie, hating it that he'd been so tired lately, and not very good company.


A lanky figure makes his way to the airport gate, his backpack slung over his shoulder. His looks gave the impression he was around thirty, his dark hair a bit messy, with scruff on his face. His eyes twinkled though, as if he were ready to pounce on a new adventure.

Glancing around the seats where other passengers were waiting, he spies Misty, and daringly plops down in the seat next to her. Cocking his head, he eyes her pensive face. "Doesn't look like this is a pleasure trip for you," he comments.