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I know there is a lot more to talk about than this but did anyone else try to keep Frank from being injured or killed and had to go back over and over and over again just to get it right? Is it just me?

Aaron listened to the questions, and began to answer in the order they were asked. She turned towards Caleb and had a soft smile, "Before you can gain the privileges of this existence, you must complete the stages of understanding and letting go of whatever ties you still to the Earth. To put it in visual terms, we call those ties holding you down 'anchors', and you will need each others' help in order to release them. Once everyone has lifted their anchors, then you can be away from everyone and everything if you choose."

The next question from Camilla caused Aaron confusion because usually people's illnesses go away after they die, but once everything clicked Aaron turned to Camilla and said, "Yes, they will go away. What you feel right now, or what all of you should be feeling right now, is an echo of how you died. Everyone has one, some more severe than others, but I promise they will go away. Technically speaking, the inability to breath because you were strangled to death, you don't need to breath. You don't need to eat. You don't need to sleep. Some people do it in memory of life on Earth, the most common of that being food, which is why I had it set up for anyone who wanted something." She motioned towards the tables and then continued, "But the memory of how you died stays and you feel those effects. But the more meetings you have, the more you lift your anchor, the less your echo should affect you. It will help eventually lead to everyone feeling at peace."

"I've got a question."

Aaron looked over at George, who looked more awake at this point and looked her straight in the eyes and asked, "What if we don't believe we should feel at peace?"
"Beg pardon?"
"I mean, is there a Hell? Somewhere where those deserving of eternal suffering go?"

Aaron blinked and explained, "There is no Hell. No one, no matter what they may have done, deserves to feel suffering for eternity... did you want to suffer for the rest of your existence? Did you want to go to this made up Hell humans created to scare people into conforming to a group ideology?"
"I just don't-" George cut himself off and let out a sigh, "Never mind."

Aaron blinked and then looked over at everyone else, "So are there any more questions?"​

>I'm the most insane user on kh-vids.

And I'm most likely to never be premium...

I don't think I can add more this is me too

George Froio stared at Rajesh for a moment when he'd handed him the card. He looked at it and saw the name. He looked upset for a moment before putting it in his pocket and following the group into the room.

The room that Aaron had led then to looked like a really fancy lounge. There were couches that adjusted based on an individual's preference, there was a table filled with snacks and drinks. It looked like it was trying its best to look welcoming, comforting, friendly.

The door behind her shut once everyone entered and it disappeared as well.

"Have a seat wherever you like, make yourselves comfortable."

Aaron herself did not take a seat however, she stood in the middle of an area the seats surrounded. Mainly because she figured it was a good spot. She didn't want to go off on a tangent yet, she figured the best thing she could do was fold her hands and say, "Now, does anyone have any questions that have them confused. Maybe something from the letter that confused them?" she paused for a moment and asked, "Maybe a question I missed that someone asked when we were heading in here?"​

I've actually been marathoning season 1 to prep for season 2 but to each his own I suppose.

America. According to @Calxiyn



made by @Skyheart

The answer is simple: whether you can or can't, are you able to hold your own in court when the tornado's family tries you for attempted murder or murder?

because I'm parts Cherokee, Choctaw, and Creek. 'scuse me for heredity.

Why is Eraqus so white

but if you take me down and demote me, I'll become a premium.

do you really want that?

Also that blue thing around the edges is happening on dark.



so basically I just posted stuff involving tabs

• Joshua
• Abi

• 
  
  
  Joshua finally got to the Inn, where they were expecting his arrival. He checked in, grabbed a couple tourist guides for the hell of it, and then he went into his room.
  
  When he went to walk in the room, he stopped and looked around. Something was up, he could feel it, and he didn't know why he had this feeling. He opened the door and walked in, bringing in a suitcase with him and pulling out his phone. He wasn't going to play a giant guessing game to get what he wanted, instead he started using some of his tech skills to get the last place the signal worked before it stopped.
  
  When he got it, he screencapped it, and then the actual gps gave up the signal and it was lost forever. Except of course for the screencap he just took. Joshua waited a few minutes, repatching his eye and adjusting other things. He had time, he wasn't going to sleep yet. He had a daughter to find.
  
  Joshua walked out of the room, locked it, and went back into the car. Fortunately since it was a motel he didn't have to worry too much about anything, and he didn't leave anything valuable in the room either. Using the screencap, Joshua started to drive to the last location.
  
  When he got there, he was near the coast. There were mansions and golf courses and that's when he realized this city was filled with some pretty damn rich people. Or families at least. Joshua parked the car to the side. He was keeping his lights off not to disturb people, and since his car was a more silent one anyway no one was going to hear him unless he drove way too fast or honked his horn.
  
  Joshua tried to see if he could get a more exact location when he felt that feeling again, and he realized what it was. He was being watched, or followed. It was the way it was eerily silent that seemed to give that impression. Joshua continued his estimations and then jumped when he got a phone call. He let out a sigh and answered it, "Todd?"
  
  "Your wife is literally five seconds away from calling an AMBER alert for your child."
  "You know she can't do that, I can't have her on public record. Do you know how hard it was to wipe her from collective memory? I can't afford an AMBER alert."
  "I get it Joshy, but I'm not tackling a 9 month pregnant woman. What do you want me to do?"
  
  Joshua held his head and thought about it before replying, "Look, I know he's still mad at me. But can you get Dan to at the very least wipe out anything besides what her name is and what she looks like?"
  "Why are you not ready to let Raven Sun in on the whole my daughter is telepathic thing?"
  
  "Todd." Joshua let out a sigh and continued, "Benjamin already knows. I just don't want the other members to know she exists."
  "Benjamin knows she has telepathy?"
  "No. But he knows she exists. And he'll know more is up if she appears on an AMBER alert and I don't need them coming after me because there's more to her than I'm letting on." Joshua was silent for a bit listening to Todd mumble a few things, then he asked, "How's mom doing?"
  "Oh she's still pissed at you."
  "Great."
  "Anyway, I'll call up Dan. He'll do it, you know he will. Call me if god forbid your little mission turns into something bigger."
  "Will do..."
  
  Joshua hung up the phone only to have that feeling of being followed return. He finally managed an exact location and decided it was probably best if he didn't park in front of the house. Joshua found a public parking area a little ways a way and he parked there. He hid his weapons like he normally did and shut off all signals that could have people track him. This meant losing his phone, but he could deal with that.
  
  When he got out of the car, he did his best to hide in the shadows. But the feeling still stayed.
  ​
• 
  
  Abi immediately noticed the lighting when she stepped in and she just looked up at it and sighed. She looked over at Tomas and asked quietly, "Are you up and alive over there, or are you asleep?"
  
  "I'm alive," came the quiet reply from the creature under the sheets. "Not asleep." Tomas gradually rolled under them to face Abi, but didn't look at her at all. Instead his eyes were downcast and his once happy domineer was now gone. "How did it go?" he quietly asked, figuring he knew the answer by now but wanted to talk as much as he could or listen to someone else talk.
  
  Abi thought about it for a moment before replying, "I don't really have a good answer to that question." She looked over at the table with solitaire, and since she was almost finished with the game anyway she decided to sit down and finish it up. She started playing it as she responded, "He pretty much told me 'don't rebel or others will suffer for it'. And since the only person in here who I'd actually care about whether or not they suffered is you, he's got me there. I mean, I'll find out what his definition of rebelling is sooner than I'd like, but at the very least I'm not picking locks anymore..." Abi put down the cards for a moment and questioned, "What about you?"
  
  The boy blinked in surprise when he heard what Abi said. She cared about him? Already? Tomas knew that he cared about her because he was lonely for so long and didn't want her to get hurt because of the crazy clan, but to be cared about back... He took in a breath, trying ease the heaviness on his chest he felt from the negative emotions that began to swell back in his mind. "The usual speech," Tomas said quietly, keeping his head low. "With the mixture of threats to my family's ranches... They told me a whole stock of cattle were going to be poisoned..." He trailed off, not sure what else to say. He didn't want Abi to become disheartened, but he was having a hard enough time picking himself up. "They told me if I get any ideas of my own, they'd do that and do something to you to discipline you too. They said if I acted up or let you act up, they would put me in isolation away from you..."
  
  He pulled the blanket tighter over his head, wishing that if he closed his eyes he would be whisked away elsewhere. But it wasn't going to be. 'I don't know how much more I can take,' he thought and then regretted it. His thoughts were not private anymore, they were exposed. "They're just going to punish us whenever they want to," he said, his voice shaking. "No matter what we do or say, they'll find something that's wrong. And then they'll make it worse..." He trailed off, shutting his mouth and rolling tightly in a ball on his bed, biting back tears again.
  
  Abi was quiet for a moment as she said almost in a questioning way, "Would they actually do that though? Would... they actually go and hurt our families?" She wondered seriously for a moment about this before she started thinking louder, 'They wouldn't... they have moral values right... they couldn't hurt a pregnant woman right? They...' Abi cut off her own thoughts and she walked over closer to Tomas' bed and she knelt down next to the bed and questioned, "Do you like... grapes?"
  
  Tomas rubbed his eyes, confused by the question as he peered up at Abi from his little sanctuary. "What...? Yeah... I guess so." He didn't want to answer Abi's other questions. He didn't know for himself if they actually did what they threatened they would do. He never had the guts to go against that. They showed him pictures of his father and mother going about their everyday lives here and there, something he knew they didn't take off the internet.
  
  "I like grapes too... they're juicy and sweet... sometimes I eat them off the vine. The seeds get annoying though, which is why I always tried to get no seeds." she smiled and continued, "I can go on with a laundry list of fruits that annoy me and confuse me, but I love them. What's your favorite fruit? Got one?"
  
  She was changing the subject, trying to distract him from the depression he felt in his heart. He suddenly realized this and took in a big breath, calming himself down. "I love blue berries... They're blue on the outside, but when you peel them back they're green... When you puree them, they're purple." He smiled a little, thinking about the metaphors behind that. "It's like... The fruit that wants to be unique even though it's named of a certain color. It tastes great with apple oatmeal, pancakes, muffins, when they're frozen... But if you get the tart ones, they're not so fantastic..." He shuddered at the thought. "My momma filmed me when I was a baby... I had blue berries all over my body, all on the high chair, and I wasn't even worried. I just smiled at the camera and just continued to draw pictures and smother more on myself." He chuckled, thinking of that family video he wished to see again someday. "So I guess... I liked them ever since before I learned how to talk."
  
  Abi was hoping at the very least her conversation was helping out... somehow. It wasn't necessarily something she wanted to talk about, but she was worried about all other ways she could have tried to cheer him up. If she talked about how they would get out of here some day it would end badly. If she tried any form of trying to tell Tomas that these guys were insane for their methods or try to diss them, she felt it would end badly. But she didn't know what they could do to them for talking about fruit... in a way, she realized doing this was obeying their wishes in some ways, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn't keep watching Tomas as depressed as he was.
  
  Abi thought about blueberries for a bit and replied, "That is strange isn't it...we called it its name just because of the skin color... it's the same with blackberries, they look black but when you squish them they're red... not sure what they look like pureed though... or rasp... raspberries? I don't think there's a color rasp..."
  
  "They look... kind of purple too when you blend them... Maybe even a dark reddish purple." Tomas let out a laugh when Abi mentioned rasp having its own color name and came out a little more from his protective shell. "Maybe we can make a color that has rasp as it's own name... that would be weird. Then again they made Grass Green crayons and Sky Blue ones too... Why not?" He looked up at Abi, admiring her as a younger peer in that moment. "You know, you're really strong Abi. I wish I was tough as you. I let people pick on me too much... You're not afraid to say what's on your mind."
  
  "I wouldn't wish that if I were you." Abi realized she said out loud a little too fast. She stood up and walked back over to the table, 'You can look all tough and seem so strong but in the end its just because I've stopped caring about everything.' she then spoke out loud, "Sometimes saying what's on your mind just gets you into more trouble. If you think before you say things it turns out a lot better. I just spew out whatever comes out at the moment." Abi then looked down at the game and sent her thought to Tomas, 'I spew out the stupid, and keep in the smart. Helps... deter people really. Like, I know my transitioning from thoughts to speak sounds really fluid, but that's because the only people I talked to... weren't people. They were animals. I talked to birds, dogs, cats, sharks... you know... the usual. I'm pretty sure the sharks are what gave me away.'
  
  Abi cleaned up her solitaire game and spoke out loud, "Being tough isn't what gets people to stop picking on you. It's the willingness to keep people out and stop caring about what they say... sometimes you should care what they say... sometimes..." Abi looked over at the falcon stuffed animal and then over at Tomas, "You.... you just need to work it out somehow."
  
  "You seem like you care though," Tomas said softly. He gradually sat up in bed again, watching as Abi moved around the room and cleaned up her game. He didn't mean to offend her if he did and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. "I... haven't thought about it like that before. Sometimes I think of things to say, and then I end up saying it too slowly so it never comes out anyways... My dad says I have a sharp but slow brain. Sharp cause I'm aware of people and I'm observant about surroundings... But not what they say or sometimes do. It takes me a while to get what they say and to remember not to say it out loud if it's coming from their head..."
  
  "Yeah... it took me a while to get that too..." Abi put the cards away and then she looked over at Tomas, "I messed up a lot with that, but my dad pulled me out of classes before it got too bad... I don't know if it happens for you but the way I can tell if it's a voice in someone's head is if there's a slight pressure on my forehead." she pointed and massaged a part above her right eye, "Right here. If I feel that pressure I know it's someone's thoughts. I still mess it up from time to time, and when I have a headache I can never tell. I think my worst days with it are the days I have my headaches, purely for that reason alone."
  
  "I feel kind of a buzz in my head, like... kind of like a toned down cellphone vibration. " Tomas pointed to the middle of his forehead. "Here... what gives you headaches?" he asked innocently.
  
  Abi looked at Tomas a little confused, "I'm not sure what you mean, you mean like... other than the headache's you get when you're sick?" Abi scratched her head and remembered the worst times a headache was provoked and the consecutive times where it happened intentionally, and she shook her head, "I don't really want to talk about it."
  
  "Okay, that's okay." Tomas didn't want to press any further, but he was grateful that Abi distracted him for a few moments from what had happened in office with Devin... At least he remembered his name being that. He wasn't sure.
  
  Soon the oak door opened, and a couple of hooded people brought in food trays, setting them just outside of the cell for Abi and Tomas to grab. It was meatloaf with mash potatoes and creamy brown gravy with mix vegetables, and ice water in a plastic cup. On the side, there was a small treat for either one of them; a small bowl of grapes was on one, and a small bowl of blueberries was on another.
  
  Tomas stood up and wandered over, seeing the different bowls of fruit. "Hey... There's grapes on one tray, and blueberries on another..." He looked over his shoulder to Abi before he bent down and picked up the one with the blueberries and placed it at the table, waiting for Abi to get her tray.
  
  Abi walked over and got her tray and brought it over, and she wasn't talking or responding. Outside expressions may have indicated she was neutral in feelings, but she was beyond pissed off at the fact they gave grapes and blueberries. They were trying to please them, and since they just had a discussion about fruit and how she mentioned grapes and Tomas said his favorite was blueberries, they decided to try and do a gesture that was apparently trying to be a friendly gesture, or at least a pleasing gesture. After all, the man was asking about things she would have liked in the cell, and here was something to try and show her that if she behaved or wanted something, she'd get it. And man did she hate it.
  
  At least the nasty green shake was gone. Abi grabbed on of the grapes and ate it and then drank some water before saying, "Yeah, I love treats as much as the next dog." She tossed a grape in the air and caught it with her mouth and chewed it up before continuing, "But hey, blueberries. You must be happy."
  
  "I guess..." He sat down at the table, not sure whether to touch them or not. He poked at them before settling in on the main course, choosing to eat the mash potatoes first above everything else. 'It's still really creepy that they listen to everything,' he sent to Abi in his mind. 'And watch everything too...' He sighed out, scooping some of the mixed veggies with the mash potatoes and gravy to make it easier to eat. They really had no privacy in this place. He forgot what it was like to have his own space without being micromanaged, let alone have his own thoughts to himself. 'One of them told me once that now I know what it's like when I read other people all the time... But I try to give them space, I really do. This is ridiculous though...'
  
  Abi ate a couple of bites of mashed potatos responding, 'This isn't what it's like at all. This is more along the lines of psychotic stalking more than mind reading... just saying.' Abi took another sip of her water and then grabbed a couple of grapes and squeezed them so the juice went into the water. She stirred it up with her spork and then took a sip before continuing, 'Of course they're gonna listen to everything. If they didn't they wouldn't be on top of us. It's how they psyche you out.'
  
  'True...' Tomas picked at his meatloaf, knowing that they would get on his case if he didn't eat everything on his plate. The waterboarding still had him queasy. He did almost throw up his breakfast after that, but managed to keep it down. Now it felt like his stomach was full, but he knew he hadn't eaten anything for a while since then. Carefully, he took a small bite of meatloaf, chewing on it and forcing his mentality to take it as it was.
  
  Tomas stuck his spork in his meatloaf and pulled it out again before cutting off another piece to eat it. "They give you medicine... If you're contagious, they put you in isolation until it's completely gone. And they keep doing blood tests until it's disappeared all together." A couple more bites, and he was finished with the meatloaf. He started to eat the blueberries, resenting the fact he had to eat everything off his plate irregardless how he felt or how his mentality was at the moment.
  
  Abi turned around back towards Tomas and responded out loud since he did, "You really aren't good at the whole mind reading vs speaking out loud thing huh?" Abi went back over to the table and sat down so she was still sitting with him, 'Are you alright?'
  
  Tomas paused, realizing that he had slipped up again. He was getting so used to Abi and her thoughts that the buzz in his head almost felt normal. He kept his head down, picking at the blueberries one at a time and chewing on them. 'I'm not really hungry...' he replied simply, keeping his words in check to make sure he said them in his head and not out loud.
  
  'Hm... I guess me eating your food is not an option?' Abi tried to figure out some solution but there wasn't exactly something she could do. She went to stretch her arms with the intent to pop them right after she shouted, "****!" her eyes were widened and she grabbed her shoulders and responded, "I keep doing that, I keep forgetting because the pain meds worked, and then I go and stretch them and hurt myself again. I'm just... ugh it's been a long day... night... what time is..." she trailed off and whispered, "It doesn't matter..."
  
  

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Kaida had been kind of watching the scene from a distance and had finally come forward enough to hear the conversation when Goofy was talking about Max. Karina and Glen had a back and forth for a moment before Kaida spoke up, "Um... actually..." The blonde realized for a moment she hadn't introduced herself, "Oh man, I'm sorry. I'm Kaida. It's nice to meet you Goofy. And actually, I've met a Max before. Um..." Kaida started motioning out everything she described, "He looked like you, but shorter, a little lankier. Long ears, same nose as you. He definitely rides a skateboard. How long have you been looking for him?"

Be jelly? 96 sounds ****ing awful. Keep it.

Look I know I may sound choosy about my weather but I like my weather between 40-70 degrees. Especially now that I have a yard work job. If I maybe owned an air conditioning that didn't fry the circuits, I wouldn't mind 96.

Now if we still were having the snowpocalypse over here, I might have been jealous.

Spoiler: I know walls of text aren't fun, so if you do read this (which I hope you do) clicky

With help from the larger hooded figures, Abi and Tomas were escorted back to their cell. One helped Abi sit on her bed and handed her pain medication with a glass of water in which one of the children fetched.

Tomas was helped out of his wet robes and then two hooded figures toweled him off while another child figure moved to pull an oriental room divider to obscure Abi's view from the boy. After a few moments, the hooded figures moved out of the room and the oriental room divider was slid back in place, showing that Tomas was now laid on his bed, teeth still chattering with a large quilt over his body. He looked even more paler than before.

After all had filed out of the room, two adults pulled out complicated electric fancy locks that had no key hole in them. They placed them so that the cell door was secured, and then bothered to lock the original key hole as well. Then they left, locking the wooden door behind them. Tomas couldn't look at Abi. He felt like he did something wrong, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time. "H-how's t-the p-pain?" He asked softly, trying to hide the quiver in his voice from the cold.

Abi hadn't heard Tomas, with everything that had been going on. She had been paying a lot of attention to the locked cell door. Now, it was going to be harder for her to try to break out again... not that she really had another plan going anyway. She was staring at the door when she realized Tomas spoke, she turned towards him and said, "Huh? I'm sorry, I hadn't heard you... are you alright?"

The boy finally opened his eyes, not offended with Abi's spacing out. "Th-the pain... H-how i-is it?" He slowly turned his head, making sure he wasn't laying on the side he was stuck by the needle so he cold face Abi. He tried to bite his lip to stop the annoying chattering, but it wasn't working. "J-just c-c-cold... And a li-ittle t-tired... But alr-right..."Abi massaged her shoulders at the question and responded, "Probably about as good as you think it is... though I'm honestly hoping this pain med kicks in soon..." She crossed her legs and shook her head, "I'm not mad at you... but why did you do that?"

Tomas breathed out softly, pulling the thick blankets over his head so he looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon with his face poking out. His violent shivers began to lessen, and he took in a few more breaths to calm down his chattering teeth until they stopped. "Because I know what it's like," the boy said quietly. "And I wished someone was there for me when I had to go through it. Someone's probably out there looking for you, you know? You just barely got kidnapped... I think people gave up on me. But... I don't... I don't want you to ever believe someone is going to give up on you." He gave a small smile as a violent shudder went down his spine and curled up more into a fetal position on his bed. "They probably would have left you up there until your shoulders dislocated... That would have been bad." Abi closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before she only replied, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" the boy asked, raising his eyebrow as his smile faded away. "I'm pretty sure you just went through twice what I went through for something I did... and it doesn't matter if you've been through it before... it only makes it worse." she looked away from Tomas and was no longer making eye contact, "I barely even know you and you just went through all that so I wouldn't feel given up on... but I don't like the idea of people getting hurt due to actions I caused..."

Tomas looked at her sadly, quivering under his blanket slightly. "Hey... You didn't know... And I'm a tough cookie. I got bucked off a horse when I was seven... Those were fun times." He then pushed himself to sit up, finally taking the power bar and unwrapped it. "Tiger Milk bars... they're really good. I don't feel bad for eating these. It's got carob coating, peanut butter, and all sorts of yumminess... Not like that nasty shake. This one is... Peanut butter and honey. Want to try some?" he asked, holding up the bar for her to see. He was trying to distract Abi from the horrors of this place. He was seeing the light being zapped out of her already and felt awful about it.

"I can't." she realized how blunt she sounded for a moment and kind of tried to lighten it up, "Well I mean, I could if you wanted to see how fast a girl can swell up. I'm allergic to peanut butter." she held her hands up in defense just in case he got worried, "Not airbourne, so don't worry about that."

"Oh... darn." Tomas looked at the tasty bar, wondering what it would it would be like to be allergic to peanut butter. "Maybe they'll bring something else next time." He took off a piece and gave it a nibble, instantly feeling reenergized as the sugar substance touched his tongue. "I don't know when they'll be back though... Hopefully they won't give a lecture. They're not as bad as discipline, they just talk to us, but it's like the same old stuff over and over again... I swear if they found out how Moonblinking really works from Guardians of Ga'hoole, they would use that if they could." He chewed and swallowed more of the bar, feeling bad to eat in front of Abi, but he needed the proteins and sugar it had to offer after the blood he lost.

Abi looked confused, "Okay, I got the references up to Narnia... now you're out of my understanding." she waited for a moment before she got up, which felt wonky for a moment and then she went into the bathroom. She came back out with three cotton swabs. Before Tomas could make any assumptions she spoke, "They kept the Q-Tips in here, I feel like they did it just to spite me... nah I'm not doing that again..." she mumbled as she went back in. She came back after another minute and responded, "What do you mean by the 'same stuff over and over again'"

Abi was laying down on the bed at that point, when he said that line she said unconsciously, "Oh god that is more terrifying that the torture." she cringed and sat up, "I'm gonna guess they tell us 'oh no one is looking for you' speech just to get us to stop hoping for it. But honestly, they are probably still looking... I don't know what your life was like outside of here, but even if one person cares about you, they are probably still worried about you..." She turned her head and made sure she was looking directly at Tomas, "You aren't only important to them."

Tomas watched Abi from where he was sitting, wrapping the blankets around his skinny frame to keep warm. His tired brown eyes had dark circles under them and it seemed as if he almost had no light in them as he stared back at the older teen girl before him. But there was a little glimmer in them if someone looked closely; a glimmer that showed that deep down, even after all this time, he still tried to fight. "My dad's a very important guy, owned a bunch of ranches and whatnot... He's a tough cowboy kind of character; wore ostrich boots, jeans, fancy belt buckles, and a button up plaid shirt with his favorite black gallon cowboy hat." He smiled a bit at the memory and then continued on, "Him and my momma knew something was different about me... But they didn't know what to do. Dad wanted me to take over the ranching business someday, so I guess he just.... Kind of ignored what I really could do with hearing other people's thoughts and whatnot... Momma said it was a gift that I needed to take care of. My grandma, well... I already told you about that." He shifted on the bed, his shivering had all but died away by now. "They don't know where to find me though... It's been a year..."

He began to tear up, his throat becoming pressured as the emotions swelled inside of him. "Maybe my grandma convinced them that it was for the best... Maybe... Maybe they think I'm dead and I'm not going to come back for sure..." He took the edge of the blanket wrapped around him, furiously trying to wipe away the tears that were trying to come. He needed to be tough, his dad kept telling him that over and over again. Tomas was to not cry in front of anyone, especially girls. He needed to be the tough guy and to keep sensitive feelings at bay, something that his dad often chided to him often. "Sorry," he mumbled, sniffing as he continued to furiously wipe away the tears to stop the crying.

Abi looked across at Tomas and listened to his story, and she could hear him try and hold back tears. She hated it whenever people pointed it out for her, so she wasn't going to point it out for him. She sat up in the bed and replied, "My dad works for some high end company... I'm not really sure what he does exactly... but my dad has always not been fond of the idea I had powers... my mom didn't mind it... I dare say she loved it."

Abi felt the painkillers finally starting to kick in which made her seem to seem a little more relaxed than she normally did, "My momma's pregnant. She's having a boy. I didn't tell her yet though, she wants it to be a surprise. But I always checked up on him to make sure he was okay. So... my parents might be occupied for a little while when it comes to things... because of my baby brother... but I'm sure they'll find me... the problem is details really... I mean... do you have any idea where we are?" Abi let out a little laugh and pointed to herself, "I'm from Nevada."

Tomas in turned listened to Abi and her story. The fact of knowing what sibling she was going to have next was pretty cool to him. He sniffed as he finished wiping away the tears and shook his head. "No... I don't know where we are. They never let me outside." He smiled a little though, finding something similar. "I'm from Nevada too... Las Vegas. That's where my daddy has his headquarters at anyways. Sometimes we go stay on the ranches, they're way out in the middle of no where." He laughed a little, letting the blankets fall off his shoulders now that he was warmed up. "But I like those places better... They're quiet and you can wander off on your own without worrying too much... Just need to be careful of the rattlesnakes, cougars, and wild mustangs."

Abi was quiet, she had a little bit of a hopeful sound to her voice, "Do you think we're still in Las Vegas?" she sat up a little more and continued, "I'm also from Las Vegas... never left though."

"We could be," Tomas said, scratching his head. "... The day I was kidnapped is a little fuzzy though... They drugged me. I just remember being pulled into a van and they said something about..." He was confused as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Something about I would like to see the ocean... It was weird." He shook his head, looking back at Abi. "I don't remember much... And they keep their thoughts muddled when they're around us."

He smiled when Abi mentioned she was from Las Vegas too. "Hey, as soon as we get out of here and all that, you should come see one of the ranches. The animals are very nice, and we can go horseback riding in the mountains, camp late at night, go rock hunting... A-anything really." He felt a little embarrass going on about it and laughed it off, but there was a dim light shining in his eyes now as he talked about all the wonderful things he used to do.

Abi listened to what he mentioned about the drugging. That happened to her too, but she was out almost immediately, she didn't have any recollections of conversations. And she wasn't surprised that they would intentionally not talk about it, but there was one thing he mentioned. The ocean. Man she'd have loved to have seen the ocean. She'd already talked to sharks, why not go to the ocean.

Granted, the horseback riding he mentioned later sounded cool too. She chuckled to herself and replied, "Sure. Sounds like a good time." but after a moment she was reminded of the whole stuck-in-a-cell thing and she didn't realize her smile had faded when she thought about it. Without saying it or really thinking it, her thoughts almost screamed, 'Add that to the laundry list of things I'll never get to do due to seclusion...' when she remembered Tomas could probably have heard that thought guilt showed on her face and she just layed down and shut up.