Locks

Trooper wags his tail and waits for the door to open. Hearing the keys, he starts forward, but realizes it isn't opening yet so he steps back. Hearing them again, he prepares again, only to be left standing. Sighing, he waits until Thirteen finds the right key.

Staring up at her he cocks his head for a moment. Hearing the invitation, he accepts and enters the room. His massive frame wanders around to sniff out the room, ensuring nothing was of the dangerous sort. Winding up near the bed, he flops down on the floor, enjoying the carpet.


Ryder nods his agreement. "I don't know how Jason hasn't gone mad by now." He stares out the window for a few minutes, feeling a strange tension in the air. It had been this way for a while now. He'd think it was because of Nate's tiredness, if he hadn't felt it before.

He starts to open his mouth and question it, but then thinks better of it. Maybe he didn't really want to know. Instead, he changes topics in his mind. "By the way, we're getting the locks changed at the house. You want a key too?"


Carson flops down in bed, total exhaustion taking over. But he was so tired he couldn't sleep. So many things ran through his mind. The two messages from Heather on the answering machine didn't help matters either. Maybe tomorrow he would finally be rid of that whole thing. But a strange pang in his heart makes him wonder if he really did want to be rid of it.

Tossing and turning, he finally is able to doze off for a few hours.