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Carson lets silence reign for several moments after Misty speaks, his eyes roaming her own. The blue depth piercing hers, he stares, amazed to find the feelings that still truly remained.

Feeling her hand on his, he slowly turns his palm up to curl his fingers over hers, his thumb brushing her knuckles. Her final comment sends a feeling through him so forgotten, but so familiar.

“You’ve always held something that I’ve never been able to figure out,” he says quietly, almost whispering. “Somehow you’ve always been able to look past the scumbag I am, and care for me despite all the strife I put you through.”

He shakes his head. “I'll never be good enough to deserve you...but... if I can still light that fire and make you soar again..."

His grip tightens a little on Misty's hand, and he leans in closer. He wasn't confident about the future... he wasn't confident about his own self... he wasn't sure about anything. But he couldn't walk away. Not now. Not after another chance was staring him right in the face. Not after having already experienced the despairing void in his life. Second chances were rare. Third chances were even rarer. He'd be stupid to let it go.

Pressing his lips to Misty's, Carson gives her a tender kiss, withdrawing just enough that he can rest his forehead against hers and search her eyes once more.

"If...you're willing to try it one more time... this is one Aussie that's going to try his hardest not to mess up again."


Jason lets Trooper back into the house and follows him in, shutting the door. He'd gotten up late... if he wasn't careful, he could get used to sleeping in. But once back to work, there'd be no forgiveness for tardiness anymore.

Searching his refrigerator for some orange juice, he suddenly gets Katie's message and straightens up quickly, banging his head on the freezer handle. Wincing, he mutters a growl under his breath.

Oh, that sure was nice of him. I bet there's a few people who would be really interested to find that out.

Though not knowing where Ty even was at the moment, Jason formulates an idea in his mind.

Yes... there would be some interest...

He moves towards his phone.

And I think I might just stir up the gossip line. If Brown can't do anything, maybe some heat will get Austin to chill out.


Ty glares at the wall as Katie speak, unwilling to look over at her for several moments. Finally though he turns his head again, still lying on the cot.

"I don't belong here, huh? Well where do I belong then? I can't get another job. I don't even really know my family. Where else is there, Katie? There isn't any place for stupid guys like me. We're not smart enough for the world."

Gritting his teeth, he turns his focus to the ceiling. It was obvious that he had gotten himself in this position on purpose, but the logic had been skewed.

"Maybe Austin was right. I am just a loser."


Jim hangs up the phone in the kitchen, his jaw muscles tightening to show the stress level that had just risen. Going back into the dining area, he sits back down at the table, with a few others who were still left, mingling before going back out to chores after breakfast was finished.

Mick looks across at him with question. "Something wrong?"

Jim takes another swallow of coffee, even though it's gotten cold. "Ty got fired from the Elite last night."

Mick raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"Yeah. That was Jason. Guess Austin got rid of Ty because he couldn't read." Jim gives a scoffing laugh and shakes his head. After what they'd heard through Cindy and confirmed through Brent, some questions had still remained as to whether or not Austin was really doing as accused. Apparently it was the truth. "Kinda makes you wonder if he's still on the same track we all are."

Luke sits nearby, absentmindedly rubbing his knee. A frown forms on his face. "Why is he doing this?"

Jim shrugs. "Wouldn't we all like to know. But it sounds like he's firing people left and right. He certainly didn't let us in on any plans like that."