House

Jason stays alert for quiet a while, but finally can’t stand it any more and as Katie get him some pain killers. It’s not long after that his body takes over, pulling him into sleep for several hours.


Carson rolls his eyes a little at Misty’s sass, though humor glints in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah…I’ll get cleaned up here…” He stares out the windshield, his mind reeling with possibilities.

“Hmm?” He follows her gaze to the backseat. “Yeah, sorry. We might use it, but I think my tactic has changed. I would have had the money tonight, but now that’s all gone, so I’ve got to convince Zane I actually have it…”

Carson sighs deeply and lets them get miles between them and town. Heading into another city, he looks around, seeing the signs and seems to hesitate, but finally directs Misty. “Turn right up here…there’s a place we can stop to change clothes and get cleaned up.”

He leads them to the back edge of the city in a residential area, finally telling Misty to pull up in front of an older two-story house.

Carson is quiet for a moment, then gives Misty a sidelong glance, his eyes seeming to say, ‘I won' tell you, if you don't ask.’ “Come on.”

Getting out of the car, Carson leads Misty to the front door and rings the bell.

A small dog barks inside, lights go on, and the sound of someone approaching can be heard. The locks turn and the door opens a crack to reveal a blonde woman in her mid-thirties, wrapped in a robe. Her eyes narrow with suspicion, then widen. “Carson?”

Carson nods. “Jaz, we need your help.”

Opening the door wider, Jaz makes way for Carson and Misty, shutting the door behind them. She gives Misty a once-over, then glances to Carson, seeing the shape he’s in. “What happened?”

“Got in a scrape. We need to clean up…need some clothes.”

Jaz studies his eyes for several moments, much being unsaid. Finally she turns back to Misty to size her up. “I think I have something.” She disappears upstairs for just a few moments, and Carson waits awkwardly, not meeting Misty’s eyes.

Jaz returns down the stairs with a short-sleeved shirt and jacket to hand to Misty, then holds out a t-shirt and jeans to Carson. “I’m gonna miss having these around.”

Carson’s jaw tightens, showing the tension, and he accepts the clothes as his own. Not responding to her, he turns to Misty instead. “There’s a bathroom down the hall. I’ll clean up in the kitchen, then you can come sew me up.”