Where?

As Misty’s fingers hit Carson’s ribs, he suddenly jumps, releasing his headlock and squirming to the side. “Hey, hey, now, that’s not fair!” He gives her shoulder a shove. “And don’t ask a guy what possesses him – you don’t want to know.”

He throws Misty a sidelong glance. “Well next time I swing on by if you’re out there in your own running shoes, maybe I won’t bang on the window.”


Jason turns from the vending machine, sandwich in hand. He looks to the table at Katie and Scott. Why it felt strange she was asking if he wanted to join them, he wasn’t sure.

His ears listened, waiting for the sounds of loud voices and clanking silverware, but it was quiet. He was suddenly a stranger here. There were new routines…things he’d been naturally left out of.

Jason shrugs and opts to stay. At least he’d have Katie for a little while, even if Scott was there. Scott... It hit Jason as just a little funny.

Grabbing the end chair, he sits down to join them, digging into his sandwich. Looking up once, he catches Scott’s eye and they stare at each other for a moment. Jason can feel himself start to bristle and he has no idea why. Why did he suddenly feel threatened? He’d never felt threatened by Scott before…ever. What was that look in Scott’s eye that wasn’t there before?

Jason breaks his gaze and glances to Katie, still not even realizing that his wall was firmly in place.

Scott looks down and picks at his tv dinner, trying to come up with something to talk about, but the latest auto magazine he’d gotten seemed less than interesting.


“Well, I’ll be.” Wyatt grins when he sees Aerith. “Decided to stick around for a while, eh?” He cocks his head, not able to help but think she looked pretty cute today as a waitress.

Still smiling, he shrugs. “Oh, I’m doing all right. And yes, if you’re going to be working here, you’ll learn I take a Pepsi every time, along with two slices of pepperoni and mushroom pizza.” He throws her a wink. “I like my routines.”


Cindy mumbles a little as Wes shakes her shoulder and she opens her eyes groggily. “Hmm?” Pulling herself up, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and yawns. “What, why…” She searches Wes’ face for a moment, realizing he’s serious.

Forcing herself to wake up, she gives a little nod, not asking any questions. She trusted him. “Give me a couple minutes…”

Within fifteen, she’s taken a quick shower and dressed, not bothering to do her hair or makeup. Finding Wes again, she gives him a confused look, now ready to ask. “Where are we going?”