Lockheed is quick and efficient in the kitchen.  His food is delicious and he delivers with a smile.  Gail savors each bite.  Vesper can attest to Gail's enjoyment with her own breakfast.  Whatever Tucker may decide Lockheed cooks it readily.  Kegel with a blank stare seems to be pushing scrambled eggs around the plate mindlessly.  "What," he started, "What do you think might happen to people who are like that guy on the tv, detective?"

He examined the television as he adjusted the dish. The patterns of the static seemed to make a sort of sense to him. He adjusted the angle several more times and he had it perfect.

"There you go." He said as he backed away from the dish.

"Amazing!" the peddler exclaimed.  He looked at the cables and inspected all the items at hand.  "Just Amazing.  What can I do for you to reward for this service?  All those little actions really add up."  With the satellite operational, his equipment more than just paperweights.  A few of the locals stop nearby to examine his wares.

Noi came back near with a long scarf around her neck with many bright colors, "Were you able to help?"

"Where do you want to meet?" He asked her. He wondered at the significance of the vacated apartments.

"Back at the scene of the crime.  We'll exchange some information and decide where to go from there."  Agent Showalter seemed a little terse in her comments.  Just before she abruptly hung up, Brice could hear Jahck in the background saying that what he saw was amazing, almost real.  Brice could probably guess at what he was feeling.  She had used her power on him and he probably witnessed the crime or beforehand.

The pine shaped air freshener swung around as Brice navigated the streets on his way back to the apartments.

Justin remained silent as the others discussed the next step then split up. He gave Agent Short a speculative look "Agent Short do you think we should initiate some form of recording, with whats happening to me using Specialist Doctors or such, just to be on the safe side. I was also thinking it might be helpful to get new Id's etc after all I don't exactly look like I'm 17 anymore."

Agent Short and Justin were on their way before Brice departed on a purposeful and brisk walk.  Agent Showalter lingered only a short bit in the apartment before dragging Jahck on a slow walk around the complex.  The place seemed pretty quiet and normal.  Without the yellow tape near the scene of the crime itself, one would never know that something had happened there other than the occasional screaming match between a mother and her teenage daughter or a husband and wife over why the bills didn't get paid.

Brice found that the walk was longer than he might otherwise want to take.  The weather was gloomy and Brice may have anticipated more terrible police work, considering the state of things.  Boston had a different smell to it then back home.  The air was thick with something he wasn't quite used to and couldn't put his finger on.  Maybe it was corruption, maybe it was crime.  It seemed to almost be in black and white like some old movie except for the dress store he passed while he walked.  A bright red dress was in the window and it made him think of his wife, Caroline.

Gunshot
"Not much anymore," the cop says to Tucker.  "Not much anymore.  Hunting, Camping, I'm waiting for my boy to get a little bigger than maybe I'll take him up in the hills.  It's different nowadays from when I was a kid.  Not as Safe.  And I suppose wearing the badge makes me a little more cautious."  He looks in towards Kegel and Vesper inspecting iguana poop and turns back to Tucker.  "I'm just going to step outside, make sure the door is still secure and radio up to the house.  You're good here, right?"

Road Trip
Two vehicles, five people, two rest stops, some sleeping, some dreaming, one non-rest stop with a police officer thwarted by government business, and one near collision with a deer.

Fishy Business

Greg felt more that a bit uneasy. Everything was strange. His anxiety was still soaring high and he was nervously slapping his thigh with his right hand as he looked about the place. The last time the green dragons had directed him to someone or somewhere, well, someone was being killed. Could he do something important here? Is there going to be some danger that he had to warn them about? Greg edged a bit closer to the boys playing ball but kept off the street itself. The sidewalks were lower here and in rather disrepair, but they were something.

Do you want some Weird with that Coffee?

Behind the Cascade beneath the darkening California sky, the doctor as a wooden suit of armor, and the man who had jumped onto the stage were standing there flagging people away from the door. "Is there anyone else? Are you one of us?" The doctor asked urgently. Gray clouds were slowly drifting in from the west.

As the group passed the doctor, Vesper said, "I think we're the last. Here, contact me later Dr. Cormand and we'll talk." as she passed him her business card. The wooden armor shrunk and folded back into the Doctor's skin before their eyes. He slipped his own business card into her hand as well as accepting hers.