Mageheart

He stiffened. "Yes." He needed to come up with a suitable lie for it. If he could avoid talking about his past, he would. Some wounds had never healed. "...Where ...

He wished he could keep his hand hidden away in his pocket, but there was a truth to the suggestion that he couldn't ignore. Their best shot at determining what ...

He briefly frowned. It was far from the best situation, but he had feigned sleep before. He could do it again. "Thank you," he said. "What work will I be ...

He nodded in agreement. Peter's argument made sense; they would all have to know their kidnapper. But what could such a strange group of people have in common? These people ...

Giving the group a grateful smile, he suddenly dashed over to the woman. The sound of his footsteps alerted her to the fact that her disguise had been comprised. Turning ...

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, if you want to. I need to talk to her."

"It's alright," he said, though he was worried about what he would do for the night. He needed somewhere private to sleep - a place where people wouldn't ask questions ...

He followed her into the small building. It was a quaint little place. If he had come here years ago, he would have made a vacation out of staying here. ...

He grabbed onto Peter's hand and gave it a light shake. He tried to ignore Mina's subtle looks; years of experience and travels had made him quite good at noticing ...

His shoulders slumped. "I guess...I just feel really guilty about not apologizing to them-" He suddenly fell silent, staring with wide eyes at the other door that led out of ...

"Other end," he replied. He went to tap the part of the car door that bordered the bottom of the window, only to draw his hand back. The percentage of ...

"Y-yeah," he replied, climbing into the backseat. A nervous little laugh left his lips. Lying should have come as second nature to him, but the lies he fed the people ...

His smile remained. "It is." He gestured at the back seats of the truck. "Is there a specific side I should sit on?"

Keira Stirling Puck was the type of person who avoided worrying about inconsequential things. She had never been the type to cry over spilled milk. Though she and the feeling ...

"Minnesota," he answered with a wistful smile. It had been his last place he had lived on Earth, and had been the state that Jackie had been called home. It ...