Tobys cabin

[Jamie D'vart]

"Ok. Sorry. I don't... ugh. Maybe I should go to the nurse's and have a nap."

[Tova koshack]

"Ok need me to walk you there?"

[Jamie D'vart]

"Nah, I got it."

[Npc]

The week ends with no further incidents finally it's the weekend. Jamie and the teens are out playing by the lake enjoying one of the last warm days of autom before winter snows them in....

There's the sound of boots crunching on gravel and when they look up.... It's Claud.... He'd seen the carnage on the local news and had checked his sources to find him. He could defiantly sell him again....

[Clad VanDan]

"Mon Charlie! I have been looking all over for you! I had feared you were hurt in the plain crash why haven't you awnserd my calls to tell me you were safe!?"

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide, like a deer. He wants to stand firm like an Alpha and demand the man leave, but all that comes out is the barest, broken plea in a whisper: "Get out."

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

I look up from my tinkering when I hear French, then I see how still Jamie is. He's stood tall this whole time he's Ben so strong and resilient and speaking for me and driving off that bitch... "you heard him" I snarl "leave."

[Clad VanDan]

  I sneer "no. I'm here to speak with my client"

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie swallows. "F-fine," he stammers. "But Rocket stays. You can say whatever in front of her."

[Clad VanDan]

I nod before smiling charm up to 100 "there's a curated for the German Muslims who wants to meet you and your work we can leave for Berlin in an hour if you're still serious about your art."

[Jamie D'vart]

He wants to sell me again. He looks down, tears pricking in his eyes. "I never got the money from last time..."

[Clad VanDan]

"It's in your-"

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Leave, now!" I snap taking a step forward. "Con artists aren't welcome here"

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie pulls out his phone to check his bank balance. 

[Npc]

The bank shows no money