As much as she hated the man, Hayley knew Sean had a point: It wasn't safe talking about such sensitive topic out in the open public. "You're expecting us to just walk into your house for answers? Why should we do that? For all we know, you could be setting a trap for us! You did wipe Isaac's memories, or help to do so, at least. Why should we trust your words?" she asked, now in a much lower, but no less threatening and distrustful, tone.

Sean shrugs and says, "I'm not saying you should trust me. You're right not to, anyway. After all, here I am, the guy who wiped Isaac's memory, telling you to come to my place. It'd sound sketchy to even the most trusting person on the face of this planet!" Sitting back in his seat, Sean adds, "But, if you want answers, then you'll come with me, or else you'll spend the rest of your days, looking for answers that'll never come. Is that really how you wanna spend the rest of your lives?"

Hyaley bit her lip and begrudgingly acknowledged Sean's trump cards in silence. Her hands were tied, especially considering that she was, to a great extent, an outsider to Isaac and Sean's affair. Looking at her partner, she gently rubbed his back and asked, "Isaac, what should we do? We can just leave, if you want to... I'm not sure if we should take his offer or not and I definitely hate this guy."

"Ouch," Sean says. Isaac, his headache slowly abating, turns to Hayley, hearing her question. What do you wanna do? Vincent asks. Looking into the smiling eyes of Sean Anderson, Isaac searches them for any hint of malice. But, the guy appears to be wearing his heart on his sleeve. Either that, or he's just a good actor. Eventually, Isaac turns to Hayley and whispers, "I say go with him. I don't know why, but I get the feeling we can trust this guy." You sure you wanna do this? Vincent asks. Let's just say the only thing I was more sure about were my feelings for Hayley.

Although taken aback and nervous, Hayley saw little need to distrust Isaac's judgement with most that she had seen so far being justified and correct. "Alright, I'm putting my life on the line for this, Isaac. If you think it's okay, then I'll trust your judgement," she replied to him with a quick nod, then turned to glare at Sean. "I still don't trust you, you cheeky bastard, so don't you dare pull any tricks on either of us. You won't like the results, at all," she hissed, still intending on taking him on despite his earlier warnings. To drown out the argument, the blonde started digging into the remainder of her food, keeping a vigilant watch over the bespectacled man.

Sean's grin seems to stretch from ear to ear as he says, "Awesome, glad you two decided to come along! And trust me, you won't regret it: my place makes the mayor's mansion look like a dog house!" Isaac raises an eyebrow at Sean's comment, but says nothing, deciding to wait and see. Turning to his food, he takes his time eating, as if in no hurry to go anywhere, despite his reassurance that Sean didn't mean any harm. Underneath the table, his hand curls around Hayley's, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he finishes his food.

Having Isaac by her side gave her a sense of comfort she had never felt in a while. Even in the presence of Sean and his overwhelming tick of suspicion, Hayley gradually managed to calm down and held onto Isaac's hand in response, smiling softly at him. Never thought I'd let a guy make me feel like this, not that I mind anyway, she thought to herself and relaxed as she finished her food. Waiting for him to get ready, she scanned the deli for any suspicious people, somewhat hoping that Sean was as non-hostile as he had claimed. With her barely knowing what she could do with her powers, she couldn't risk getting into trouble.

Eventually, the three of them finished their meals. Sean sighs happily and sits back in his seat, his arms crossing behind his head while Isaac watches him warily. After a couple of minutes of silence, Sean suddenly leans forward, slapping his hands on the table, and says, "Alright, let's get going! Man, it's been awhile since I had guests. It's kinda exciting, you know?" That said, he pushes himself to his feet and starts heading for the exit. Isaac slides out of the booth and helps Hayley out, saying, "Alright, let's get going. Hopefully, we're right to trust him."

"Damn right, I hope so!" Hayley muttered under her breath and took off, giving Irene a thankful nod as she followed Sean to his house. She felt her hair standing on its end and her entire body jittery with worry. She couldn't accept the fact that they were simply following the whims of a man who not only proved to be perfectly willing to take them on, but also responsible, if his words were to be believed, for Isaac's woes. There was another concern that lingered in her mind. "I'm surprised you're so upfront and honest with me. I thought you'd simply dismiss me for being a girl, then let me sweep the floor with your ass once I'm through with you."

Sean lets out a loud laugh, more out of humor than derision, and says, "Oh, Hayley. I've seen you fight and I know that you're pretty good. The only problem is that I'm much better." Looking over his shoulder at the two of them, a playful light in his eyes, he challenges, "Unless you want first-hand experience?" Isaac wasn't sure what it was that automatically raised a red flag in his mind, but he turns to Hayley and quietly says, "I don't think he's just being full of himself, Hayley. There's something about him that makes me wanna believe him. You've been fighting for a long time, you can probably tell, too, can't you?"

"I can tell that the guy knows his stuff and more, but him being better? Feh! I won't trust his words that easily!" Hayley replied, clearly still willing to take him on despite Isaac's warning. As if responding to what could be a futile effort, Hayley's body suddenly stopped moving against her will. Try as she might, she was left stuck in a standing position, unable to move anything but her own head and facial muscles. "W-What the?! Hey! I can't move!" A quick thinking helped her deduce the culprit. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, "Hey, let me go! I never said I'm going to take him on! Sheesh!" Although reluctant, the 'other her' finally gave back control of her body after a good deal of deliberation and analysis. "Fine, fine... I'll follow you quietly, for now," she glowered at Sean and continued walking as she would rather not discuss what had happened to her while they were out in the open.

Sean looks at Hayley for a long few moments, as if waiting for her to attack, even though he looked like the very definition of the word 'relaxed,' then shrugs and turns around, resuming their walk. A few minutes later, they stop in front of a tall tower comprised entirely of lavish apartments. "Here it is," Sean says, grinning as he steps inside. "I live on the top two floors," he explains as he leads the way to an elevator. "They used to have ten apartments each, but I renovated it so both floors became part of my place." Isaac was wondering how Sean had that much money and whether he was telling the truth, until the elevator doors opened into a short hallway which lead to a luxurious living room, where a 90" plasma screen TV hung from one wall, which was facing a large couch. Leading away from the living room were two more rooms: a kitchen the Iron Chef would kill for and a dining room, both of which seemed, even with all of their glamour, rarely, if ever, used. Dominating one wall were massive, floor-to-ceiling windows which looked out over the city's skyline and right behind the couch was a spiral staircase that lead into the floor above, which presumably lead to the bedrooms. "Wow..." was all Isaac could say.

"This is crazy! He wasn't lying when he said that his place makes the mayor's mansion look like a dog house!" Even though both of them were still at odds, Hayley couldn't help but admire the extent of Sean's luxurious abode and she soon found herself looking at every detail of the location and its interior decoration. It made her own place look like a dumpster in comparison. She couldn't help but look with envy until she heard a voice inside her mind. "I highly suggest you refrain from diverting your original objectives." Shaking her head, Hayley took the advice to heart and looked at Sean cautiously. "We're here, so let's cut to the chase. None of us want to waste time."

Sean chuckles and says, "I always thought that you were one who preferred getting to the point ASAP. Alright, have a seat in the living room and I'll be there in a few minutes." That said, he disappears into the kitchen, leaving Isaac and Hayley behind to find their way into the living room. Moments later, they're sitting on the couch as Sean brings in three beers, two of which he sets on the coffee table while keeping the third for himself. After twisting the cap off, he takes a sip and sighs happily. Turning to the couple, he asks, "Alright, what'd you wanna know? Keep in mind, I may not be able, or willing, to answer some questions."

Grabbing one of the provided beer cans, Hayley resisted the urge to wring Sean's neck as he laid out his proposition, instead opting to vent her frustration by drinking it down. Taking a deep breath once the alcohol began to move within her body, she looked at Sean and asked, "Alright, first up. Who are you and how did you know Isaac? I'm not asking you to do a fucking biography on how you two meet 'cause I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be stupid enough to divulge that. I just need a general gist of what was it between you and Isaac," she said to Sean, laying down her limits to their past.

"You assume right," Sean says, setting his beer down and lacing his hands across his stomach. "Even if it's to Isaac's girlfriend, I'd never tell anyone my entire life's story, unless I trusted them without a shadow of a doubt. As I said earlier, my name is Sean Anderson, I'm 24 years old, and some say I have a mind that's better than most supercomputers out in the world. I used to do work for a certain group, which is how I could afford this lifestyle. In said certain group, I met Isaac, who was also working for them at the time, although his job was much different from mine, and we soon became friends. I won't say who we worked for or what we did. That's for Isaac to remember on his own terms and for him to tell you, should he feel it necessary."

"Fair enough," Hayley replied, somewhat relieved that they were moving somewhere, albeit very slowly. Whatever group they worked for, it might had been better for her to not know. "So between you two being co-workers and what you said about his missing memories back in the deli, I assume you knew the reason why he's now amnesiac. What I really don't like is how you seem to know about me. The place where I work at is supposed to be kept secret. With the underworld players printing our paycheck, the last thing they wanted was to have someone snoop in without them knowing. Kindly explain that." Glaring at Sean, she put down her beer can and kept a close watch on Isaac in case his condition worsened.

Isaac reaches over and takes Hayley's hand, just in case he said something she didn't like, more for her safety than his. Sean, on the other hand, develops a dark glint in his eyes as he says, "You see, I've been watching Isaac for awhile, now, just to look after him, in case our old employers caught up with him. When you entered his life, I decided to do my own version of a background check on you, just to make sure you were alright. When I found your mysterious source of income, I also found hints as to where it came from, enough hints to lead me to a certain boss of the underworld. He wasn't too high on the totem pole, so I'm not surprised you haven't heard what happened." Isaac, already having a feeling of where this was going, asks, "What'd you do?" Sean shrugs, takes a sip of his beer, and says, "I wiped out his family, to use a mob term, and made him tell me everything before I brutally slaughtered him." He then waits a moment to see Isaac's expression, then bursts out laughing, saying, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm not that cold-blooded! I just bugged Hayley's apartment and learned everything I needed to know from that."

What Sean saw as a punchline of a dark joke, Hayley saw as an admission of breach of privacy, something that quickly angered her beyond belief. "You what?!" She ripped her hand away from Isaac's hold and slammed it onto the table, eyes burning with rage, with pitch black sclerae and glimmering golden irises, and black mist pouring from between her teeth. "You fucking ass!! I'd rather have you learn about me by butchering some poor fucker than snooping inside my house!!" With a barely restrained rage, she threw herself back to the sofa and refused to look at him. "I'm done. Isaac, do whatever you fucking want," she muttered, too upset to ask the man and already on the verge of transforming out of anger. Seeing that he already knew much about her, she saw no need to hide her powers anymore.

As Hayley yelled at him, Sean only looked at her, as if she wasn't the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen. However, knowing that he upset her, he sighs and rises to his feet. "I'm gonna go do something," he says. "Feel free to hang out as long as you want or leave, I don't care." That said, he turns around and walks up the spiral staircase, leaving the couple alone. Scooting over, Isaac wraps his arm around Hayley's shoulders and rests his head against hers, saying, "I'm sorry, Hayley. If it makes it any better, I'll look for all of his bugs when we get back to your place."