Mirror

Jason lifts his eyes to the door and gives just a little look of surprise. He couldn't mistake anybody for Katie, but at first glance, Thirteen did give him a start. They weren't close enough to be twins... but maybe sisters and definitely closely enough resembled to be cousins. It was interesting that the Agency would have raised her and she happened to look like Katie.

Blinking, Jason brings himself from his thoughts and tries to figure out just what Thirteen had asked him. "Oh... a walk?"

Trooper's ears perk and he lifts his head, looking to Thirteen, but he doesn't move unless told to.

Jason shrugs. He'd been neglecting his dog lately anyway. "Trooper, you want to go with her?"

Trooper stands up and wags his tail, looking to Jason for permission.

"Alright." Jason nods. "Give her your leash and have fun."

The dog stretches then shakes himself all over, loosening up from laying around all day. Trotting to the door, he bends his head to pick up his leash in his teeth and he takes it to Jason.

"Not me," Jason corrects and points to Thirteen. "Go with her."

Trooper has a little trouble turning around behind the desk, but then readily goes to Thirteen, dropping the leather leash in her hand. He gives a little woof before slipping past her and bounding down the hall.

"Better catch him." Jason laughs. "He's liable to find a way to operate the elevator and go for a walk himself." He doesn't care to worry about getting in trouble with Reese... he'd been warned to keep the dog on a leash after what happened with Hal, but he also knew that right now, Trooper wasn't protecting anybody. Jason would deal with any fallout.

Taking a deep breath, he turns back to his computer. Why was he having so much trouble concentrating today?


Trent stuffs his hands in his pockets and wanders the parking lot at TJY. He'd checked on Jeff, then didn't have a whole lot to do. He was thinking about taking a walk downtown, but he lacked the motivation. He wanted to go home. But for Rosetta, he'd stay and keep an eye on Jeff.


Though Jen's shoulders drop a little at Katie's determination not to talk, she manages a small smile. "I got better than a tic tac. Come on." Helping Katie up, she guides her to the living room couch. "Now just take it easy, I'll be right back."

As promised, she returns a few minutes later with some hot tea, but it was different than what Katie had made earlier. "Here... this will help settle your stomach."

Sitting down next to Katie, she sips her own tea. "It's a recipe Kyle taught me. I don't know where he got it from, but I remember a few years go, Mom and Dad were gone and I got sick, and Kyle took care of me."

A smile creases her lips. "I miss that crazy guy, ya know?" She manages a slight laugh. "Nowadays I have to read What's Up in order to know where he is and how he is. I hardly hear from him anymore."

She gives a shrug, trying not to let it show too much how much she missed her brother and how confused she was that he didn't stay in touch. "Oh well... I guess we all move on, huh? We choose different roads... different goals... we all grow up sometime... Guess I just never thought he and I would be apart. I know I got Mike, but... I don't know... being twins, Kyle and I always just had something special."

A quiet comes over the living room, but it was a fairly peaceful one. Jen is quiet for a while, and finally glances at her watch. She knew that Katie wasn't going to talk to her... she didn't feel like she'd done much good by coming... maybe she'd just made things worse. Maybe she shouldn't be as stubborn as she had been earlier. "Um... I guess I'll leave you be, alright?" She stands up, leaving her empty tea cup. "Just... if you need anything, call me, okay? Try to get some rest."

She gives Katie's shoulder a squeeze before heading for the door. She didn't know what else she could do... she'd tried her best.


Scott stares himself in the mirror. He'd rolled out of bed late this morning... that was getting to be the norm. He'd been down and lethargic, then he'd picked himself back up again, but now he'd been waiting so long to see the light at the end of the tunnel that the depression was knocking at the door once more.

"Scott! Lunch!"

He sighs as he puts his one contact in to cover his blind eye, then puts on his glasses, combing back his damp hair. "Yeah... coming."