Timble

Gunner gives a little laugh, keeping his back to Bree. "Feel free to call the fire department, but... I don't think the waitress would appreciate it much."

He pauses his typing to take a sip of his float, his eyes zeroing in on some of the information Billy had sent. "Ahh... there you are..."

Still watching the screen, he tosses his speech over his shoulder again. "You work at the children's hospital... you know a Dr. Jack Timble? I think he's at the other hospital downtown though."


Scott picks at a thin place in the knee of his jeans where there would be a hole soon. "Well... good... I mean... I'm glad you're taking it in stride. Lots of people would freak."

As they pull up to the restaurant for breakfast, Scott is the first to get out, coming around to open Hope's door. "I hope you're going to let me pay this morning."


Mick gives a little shrug to Dan, keeping his voice low. "Oh... Sparky's alright. He's just... not sure where he fits. Before he was here, for eighteen years he was settled... he likes it here but..." He takes another sip of coffee, having spent enough time with his brother to know when something was wrong.

"There was a woman here too a while back..." Mick remembered a time he himself had been tempted to be more than friends with Mel. Sparky had fallen head over heels, even though he'd hidden it well for quite a while. "She moved on... government work. You know the whole broken heart thing but... you didn't hear that from me."