[b]Jonas Landvick
2:22 pm...[/b]

Jonas had found himself back in his room once again after aimlessly lounging around the manor. He came up with the intention of getting changed into clothes that were a bit more appropriate for a trip back to the lake. A little hike around the place was at the forefront of his thoughts. 

Trudging to his suitcase, Jonas had started to unbutton his shirt when he thought to empty his pockets first. As he slipped his hand in his pocket, he suddenly felt the key that he had stolen. Jonas blinked, a little worried since he had completely forgotten about it after showing it to Kim. He sure as hell didn't want to lose it, and leaving it in his pants then forgetting about it was probably the quickest way to do so. 

“Shoot.” Jonas mumbled, pulling the key out and gazing around his room for a decent hiding spot. He wasn't sure if cleaners ever came into the rooms, or if they would service the room sometime in the future, so he couldn't hide it anywhere where they would run into it. Jonas thought about one of the wall sconces, but then realized that it would be easily seen if the light was turned on. No good. It didn't help that the key was a massive bronze doorstop of a thing.

He whipped his head around the room, eyes darting desperately for a good spot, when they eventually fell on his own open suitcase. One of his hiking boots was sticking out of it. Quickly, he stepped over to it and stuck the key inside the boot and put it back in the case, zipping it up. It wasn't the best place, but it would have to do for now. 

Just as he stepped back from his bag, there was a loud knock on the door that made Jonas' heart leap into his throat. Getting his senses back, Jonas opened the door with a slightly shaky hand to see Felix standing outside, looking a little less stiff and formal than usual. He had almost lost that professional stick up his rear end, but replaced it with an almost guilty sort of nervousness. It wasn't really a physical change, but a vocal one.

“I’m sorry, sir. Is this a bad time?” he asked Jonas, no doubt spotting the half buttoned shirt that he was sporting. 

“Nah, it’s fine.” Jonas couldn't help but feel a little shifty himself, since Felix had once again nearly walked in on him engaging in some suspicious activity. Seeing the other man's own furtive tension was enough to ease Jonas' mind a little as he asked, “Whatcha need, Felix?”

“Is it okay if I, uhh, come in?”

Jonas blinked at the unexpected request, briefly wondering if Felix could read minds and knew that he had taken the key. He brushed the thought away, though it did make him think of Kim's theory from earlier. “Er, sure. I don’t see why not.” Trying to be as welcoming as possible, Jonas stepped back and opened the door further for him, letting Felix inside. 

As Felix stepped inside quickly, Jonas noticed with some curiosity that he had something in his pocket. Whatever it was, it was rectangular in shape. He was in the middle of trying to figure out what it was when Felix solved the mystery for him, pulling Jonas' missing GPS out of his pocket.

“I found your GPS. I’m sorry that it went missing; it must have fallen out of your luggage.” Felix said apologetically, the nervousness he'd displayed earlier coming on full force now.

Jonas raised his eyebrows in genuine and pleasant surprise, the hidden key momentarily forgotten. “Oh! No kiddin’?” He took it from Felix politely, resisting the urge to just grab his precious possession out of his hands. “I thought it was a goner for sure. Figured it was on the plane somewhere.”

“No, it was in the boot of the limousine,” Felix said matter-of-factly, his formal and helpful self briefly making an appearance before drifting back to barely concealed furtiveness. “Could I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, but I get one too.” Jonas said, a bit more at ease and wondering what the favor could possibly be.

“Of course, sir.” Felix said, his professional self coming through again before sinking below the surface. At the moment, he made Jonas think of a butler-bot trying to break through its own programming. “I would really prefer it if you uh didn’t tell the Wolfs that I lost it?”

Jonas made a 'zipped' motion across his lips, which Felix simply blinked at, not quite getting it at first. Jonas added, “Lost what?”

Felix made a pretty feeble attempt to laugh at Jonas' joke before he asked, “And your favour, sir?”

Hopeful but wary, Jonas rubbed his hands together and brought them up to his face. “I noticed a boathouse by the lake. Can I ask what’s in it?” 

“You can.” 

Jonas stared back at him, a sheepish smile forming slowly as he tried desperately to figure out if that was actually joke or not. Felix just watched him, waiting for him to get it. He wondered if this was just how Felix acted all the time, this odd little flip-flop between the cold polished exterior and the awkward interior fond of dry humor. Jonas chuckled at the joke a bit, trying to urge Felix to go on, which he did. 

“It’s mostly, uh, boats, but there are general gardening and agricultural tools in there as well. It’s quite cluttered; anything we don’t use regularly is kept there out of the way.”

“If you folks got a canoe, may I use it?” 

“Of course sir,” Felix responded, looking a little downtrodden at the thought of clearing out the 'cluttered' boathouse. “but would it be okay to use it tomorrow? It will take me some time to unload the boats.”

Jonas was a little crestfallen himself at the news, since it was a really beautiful day for a row around the lake. “Oh, sure. I don’t mind. Don’t go through too much trouble on my account, though.” 

“It’s no trouble. Will that be all?”

“Yup, that about does’er. Thanks for finding my GPS. It’s good to have it back.” Jonas said gratefully, bouncing the device around his hands as Felix made his way back out the door and to the hallway. 

“Okay. Thanks.” Felix said before he strolled away gracefully. Jonas watched him go for a moment, then shut the door again and exhaled softly into the empty room. He was thrilled to have his GPS back, but having Felix in the same vicinity as the key Jonas stole twice in one afternoon was a bit nerve wracking. 

Still intending to go out to the lake, Jonas finished changing into some more rugged clothes. He tore off his dress shirt and pulled on short sleeved red flannel one, and replaced his fancy pants with thick, durable, and a little battered dark brown trousers. Feeling much more comfortable, he slipped the GPS in his pocket and headed out of his room and down the lobby stairs, swiftly exiting the manor to get some more fresh air. 

The trudge towards the lake was a familiar one, since he'd already done it quite a few times already. Jonas took his time though, sometimes stopping to appreciate the soft grass beneath his feet or the warm but not oppressive heat of the sun on his face. It was the kind of weather you had to take in while you still could. 

As he made his way closer to the lake, the sight of another person in the distance heading in the same direction made him stop dead. The familiar red hair is what made him stop so suddenly. Lena. Or maybe it was Maria? He wouldn't be able to tell if he was close, let alone from this distance. Jonas watched as she kept walking, not wanting to take the chance if it really was Lena. He'd had just about enough of her already. 

Jonas sighed, defeated as he turned around and headed back towards the manor. It wasn't long before he neared the entrance, and as he did, an idea struck him. He pulled the GPS from his pocket and tried to turn it on, hoping to see if there was a cache nearby. Unfortunately, it wouldn't turn on at all. Jonas frowned as he stepped through the front doors of the manor, slapping the device and shaking it a little to no avail. Maybe it had turned on somehow when it fell out of his luggage?

Suddenly, Jonas saw another flash of red hair out of the corner of his eye. Maria...or perhaps Lena had come from either the lounge or the study to the right of him and was heading upstairs. Too late, he tucked the GPS back in his pocket again, wondering if she had seen it. Whichever twin she was, anyway. 

Jonas exhaled nervously again as she disappeared to the third floor. It wasn't as if his GPS was a big secret, but he didn't really like everyone knowing about his hobbies. Besides, the thing might get Felix in trouble, and Felix seemed like a decent guy to Jonas. 

Resigned to his unlucky fate, Jonas headed up to his room again to charge his now dead GPS. Outdoor fun would have to wait until later.