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[code]The Reid Farmhouse - Main House[/code]
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Billy was glad it was all over. He wasn’t glad that they were still there. Sure, sure, he understood that it would be a dick move to ditch a girl after they had invaded her home and then proceeded to give her a concussion, if what Penny told him was true, but it would’ve made more sense to take her to the hospital. At  least he had tried to argue that, before Penny shut him down with a not-so-friendly reminder that that was a great way to get the authorities involved. Billy wasn’t as N.W.A. as his sister was when it came to the cops, but he didn’t want to have to talk to them again. Once a week was more than enough for his taste.

He hung on the porch, resting against the railing without putting his full weight on it in fear of breaking yet another part of Reid’s property. The sky was growing dark, and if Penny’s chain smoking was any indicator than he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be there after dark. The group was talking about the pictures—they had all taken a turn looking at them while they had been waiting for Sharon to come too. Billy had noticed the visible flare of anger on Penny’s face as she stared at the photo. He just wished that she would stay calm for once. Relax. Rest.

"Still say we should look," Jordan said, "There's still a trail we can follow. We can talk to these people if they're alive, and if they're not - people just don't disappear without a clue or anyone caring."

"Well in Farmer Fuckin' Hill, Montana," Hagan shook his head. "They do."

Billy noticed his sister’s head snap up. She had been sitting on the stairs, her eyes scanning the horizon—Billy didn’t know it, but she had been cycling her aura on and off to check for any movement. She had dropped the ball once with the monster that had injured Justin and Sharon; she was determined not to be caught off-guard again. She felt the exhaustion of the day pushing down on her and wanted nothing more than to go to her dorm and sleep for a week, but she wasn’t going to go anywhere until the all clear was given. Then Hagan opened his stupid mouth. She turned and pointed towards him, about ready to tell him off, when she felt something invade her mind. She knew it was Billy.

[i]”What the hell are you doing?”[/i] she telepathically asked him.

“Huh?” Billy shook his head, his eyelids fluttering. That was weird. For a moment is was as if he had dozed off. He cocked an eyebrow at his sister. “I’m not doing anything.”

Rita stood far enough away from Penny to avoid catching her secondhand and watched as the siblings stared each other down. She was certain that they would descend into yet another bickering match, but before the squabble could begin Lynette announced that Sharon was up. Well, actually, Sharon freaked out that a bunch of strangers were squatting in her house, Lynette tried to reassure her, and the others had been beckoned by their voices. Rita couldn’t blame the girl for being upset, but bit her tongue when the girl asked for an explanation. They could easily prove the bit about Abstractions, but she wouldn’t have believed a single bit about the God-Child or its doomsday prophecies if she hadn’t witnessed it herself. Tugging on her sleeves, she moved into the house and pretended to get distracted by the decor.

“Or maybe she came here because it’s her house,” suggested Penny by muttering through the side of her mouth after Jasmine finished translating for Grant. “Look, my head hurts, so if you have any questions fire away and I’ll answer them. No bullshit. But first, we need to know something. The entire reason we came to this damn place was to find out more about your father. He ever mention some Guardian shit to you? Try to hide a diary from you? Seem...weird, in anyway? Like, not parent weird, but weird weird?” Penny folded her arms across her chest. “Tell me that I’ll let you know anything. Seriously.”