Alisson gently bit her bottom lip as a pouty frown spread over her face. She wouldn't say it out loud but she had clearly wanted Lilith and her brother to agree with her-John's final lackluster conclusion having been especially frustrating to her on a personal level. 

	“Yeah...I s'pose your probably right. Chance's are hes just another normally weird person...but still, isn't it fun to think about? I mean nothin ever happens here...its [i]sooo[/i] boring.” Suddenly Alisson stood up a little straighter as if just now hearing herself, her work face smile slid back on almost effortlessly. “But ya'll never mind that, you didn't come here to listen to me gossip. Ill go check on your food-Lou should have it ready any minute.” 

	Turning Alisson made her way down the black and white checkered floor that covered the whole of the building, lifting part of the countertop that doubled as a door she made her way past Kate and through the door leading to the kitchen.

	Like most nights Kates had a handful of regulars, most of which chose to sit in booths, but when compared to any real restaurant the place was virtually empty. It was the type of diner that you could always leave a bar stool between you and the next person looking for a seat-a place where you rarely felt like you were ever in anyone elses personal space. All that however was only part of what made the fact that the aforementioned government agent/alien/coffee aficionado was now locked eye to sunglasses with John. Technically you couldn't prove he was staring at John because of the impenetrable dark shades covering his eyes but...it was a fairly safe bet. Casually sipping away at his presumably salty coffee he continued on staring well after it was obvious that he'd been noticed staring. 

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	Before Abigail was able to lay a hand on what she assumed was a fellow prankster the grime covered girl recoiled like a wild animal, shrinking into the nearest dark corner with her arms defensively over her face. She was clearly shocked by Abigails sudden friendly nonchalant manner and for a brief moment looked as though she might actually say something, tears welling up in the large brown eyes that stood out beneath her greasy hair. 

	Then Molly entered the house.

	A look of betrayal flashed across the young girls face for a brief moment before being replaced with complete rage. Just as she had done before she spoke in what was more a hoarse whaling scream, this time clearly talking to Abigail specifically. “I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!”

	As she screamed she clawed her left hand violently across the air in Abigails direction; and although a few feet away Abigails body suddenly lurched sideways through the air as if being pulled by a giant invisible hand. Luckily for Abigail the front window she had just been thrown out had already been shattered for years.

	Ignoring Molly the wild girl turned and fled deeper into the house. The clatter of doors and windows slamming shut could be heard for a few seconds followed by complete silence. The eerie quite however was abruptly broken by a painful moan at Molly's feat "uh..oh man...I think I broke my-" Suddenly Scotty, now sitting slightly sitting up, screamed in pain as he stupidly tried to move what he thought was a broken arm-based on his agonizing cries he was probably right. Through it all he still hadn't removed the cheap ugly mask.