Midnight

Luke's voice is low and soft as he runs his fingers through Angel's hair. "Then next week it is. You better tell people around here you're gonna be gone for a week after that too." His smile is just visible in the dark. "You get to pick where we go."


Jason regains whatever control he can and lets Katie help him back up so he can sit on the couch again. Focusing on supper, he reverts his thoughts to food, then to tomorrow night as Katie shifts the conversation.

"Having those guys sounds great. I'll feel a little funny not being on that team, but obviously I have to be up on stage." He laughs a little. "At least I'll have a good view, and you and I won't even need mics." He grins, taking another bite of his sandwich. "I'll want to have a quick get together before the show though...this is a family night we're playing at, so there's going to be kids there. We need to make sure that if anything does go down that we do our best no only to do it quietly, but make sure no body gets hurt." He thinks for a moment. "If I think about it, tomorrow when I go in to work I'll go down to the supply room and grab some firearms and silencers. You all are good enough that you could take someone down without the audience even knowing about it."

Talk is kept fairly light after that, and it doesn't take long to finish supper. Once cleaned up and trash thrown away, Jason walks Katie to the door, going out on the porch with her. He leans on the railing as she heads down the walk. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then." He was going in to work, but he knew that she'd be in church in the morning. "Thanks for supper..."

Watching for just a moment, he turns to head back inside. Once the door is shut, he leans against it, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh. The thoughts and feelings that came to mind, he didn't let out in the open. But suddenly the future was foggy all over again. He just needed to forget about the brief awkwardness tonight...he just needed to move past it and shrug it off. It had meant nothing...though Katie's feelings still lingered in the back of his mind. She had missed him...

Shaking his head, Jason heads to the living room. He would forget. Thanks for just being you, Katie. I couldn't ask for a better friend.


Kyle watches Misty for a moment as she goes back to work, and lets a little sigh escape. Moving around, he lays back on the bed, kicking his shoes off to put his feet up too. Stretched out, he just stares at the ceiling tiles, his mind at work counting them, thinking about tomorrow, praying, thinking about Misty, and thinking about his family.

His eyes start to drift shut...he was so tired...

Midnight. Kyle is woken up coughing. Trying to get himself back under control, he rolls onto his side, trying also to figure out where he was. With each cough, it hurt more, his eyes tearing up as it feels as though his throat and lungs were on fire.

Making out the lights and Misty's figure across the room, he finally remembers where he is.

Groping for the cup of water on the bedside table, his coughing jars his hand and he knocks it off onto the floor. Giving up, he just doubles up tighter on his side, trying to stop the coughing on his own.