[b]Tyler - Baton Rouge/Apartment - Scarlett/Katie/Jacob[/b]

He entered the living room looking and feeling a lot better than before. As all his available clothes were dirty, Jace and Caleb had offered him some of their clothing to help him out. Jace was slightly bigger than he was and Caleb was slightly smaller, but Tyler managed to cobble together an outfit that fit him well enough between them. He asked the group where Katie was and was told she was in the upstairs bathroom with Scarlett. Before Tyler could see her however, Jace grabbed him by the arm before he could enter the hall. "Man, you have to tell us who that was back there," Jace said. His voice was low, but everyone in the room was listening in anyway. Tyler's gaze wandered from Jace and looked at everyone in turn.

"I don't know," Tyler was forced to say. "He was... crazy." He knew it wasn't a sufficient answer. Berk had been definitely crazy, but he knew the connection between Tyler and his daughter. The group knew that Tyler had to have known the man at one point in time. Jacob especially. "He must have been watching us all and saw that Katie was my daughter. I... I don't know why this happened. I'm just glad we're all okay." Jace tensed slightly, but eventually backed off. He shared a glance with Tina, and Tyler knew what they thought. They didn't press the issue probably because of the damage that had been done, but Tyler was sure this topic would come back at some point. Still, with that out of the way, Tyler moved to join Scarlett and his daughter.

He closed the bathroom door behind him and knelt down to pull Katie into a hug without saying a word to Scarlett. Tears ran down his face as he gingerly brushed at Katie's hair. "You're alive," was all he could say. "You're alive. You're alive." He ended the hug to examine his little girl, relieved she looked better than before. Caleb had been nice enough to clean her up and bandage her wounds. Tyler looked up at Scarlett and said, "Thank you." He sniffed and swallowed what felt like a heavy lump in his throat. He'd only just met this girl yesterday, but she reminded him of Lauren. It was almost scary how similarly the two woman carried themselves. Add a few years and red hair on Scarlett, and Tyler was sure she'd be the spitting image of Lauren.

Her resemblance made him pause, and in this vulnerable moment, Tyler had to ask, "Do you... Do you trust me?"

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[b]Tremblay - Baton Rouge - Matt[/b]

Matt's hands had been tied and his eyes blindfolded simply because it was a formality. One of the men transporting him had said as much, but looking at the sight of him being roughly pushed into the furniture store, Michael Tremblay could only think they had gone a bit too far. They untied Matt and allowed him to finally move on his own, to which Tremblay walked over to him and gave the man a charming smile. "Glad you could make it," he said, gesturing for Matt to follow him further into the store. His vague accent was more pronounced today, sounding distinctly French now. It was a sign that Tremblay was tired today. It took an unfortunate amount of effort to sound more American, to which he wondered how some actors had even done it.

There was a large bulletin board full of maps and notes in the centre of the store that was surrounded by couches and armchairs. Tremblay directed Matt to sit down at one of the couches while he sat down on a bed across from Matt. Tremblay clasped his hands together and continued smiling evenly. "I hadn't exactly warned you about the rough welcome you were likely to receive... I apologize for that. We're forced to operate with a... ah... a heavy hand." He gestured slightly, attempting to word this delicately. "We're not soft. Not like Outpost. It's why I left in the first place, you can imagine." Tremblay shrugged. "... Speaking of which, now that you're here, I assume Outpost hasn't been doing so well since my visit. I thought it would last longer... It's a shame, really. I thought that place would be something really amazing, once upon a time."

It had been Myriah's fault, Tremblay believed. She had known it as well, even, but that hadn't been enough to fix anything. People like Matt were simply a by-product of that broken system, but if Matt hoped to act similarly here, Tremblay had to put him in his place. "I'd ask about Myriah, but the look on your face tells me all I need to know. Hope you're satisfied with that." His smile wavered slightly, but it came back for what he had to say next. "I scratched your back in Outpost, so it's only fair that you do the same for me here. I'm not in the business of receiving new members, so it's only fair. What do you say, Matt?"

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