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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)[/h3][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Funeral Home:[/color][/b] Cyril was slowly calming down and then Ryan stopped ad glanced back towards the door. "Dude, where are they?" he asked with a bit of concern in his voice. Cyril kept looking around nervously. "Fuck..." he said as he walked over to the door and swung it open. "Get yer asses in here!" he yelled and waved inwardly. A young [url=https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/X92YK_llQHd0L7Rx_ws6_boBkaWDXdxNSU3FjogAnHU/http/scaryideas.com/i/20707.jpg]boy[/url] came walking in and glanced with bright blue eyes up at Ryan. 

	"We were indisposed," he said in a voice far beyond his years. 

	"Sorry papa," a little [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/sR91D133W02D6/giphy.gif]girl[/url] who looked the same age said as she walked through. She gave the creepiest of smiles before walking over to Cyril and taking his hand. "Don't be scared Uncle, the clown was nice."

	"You two are going to be the fucking death of me," Ryan said rubbing his face before shutting the door hard. 

	"No father, we like you," the boy said before walking over to his sister and uncle, taking Cyrils other hand and leading him into the other room. 

	"Well, shit, sis, meet Lunn and Gunn, twins," he said motioning towards the two creepy looking children who were not sitting down on the couch, one of them on either side of Cyril. "Your niece and nephew." 

	[b][color=ed1c24]The Farm:[/color][/b] Relic looked over at Mali and sighed. "Why don't you go get changed, that dress has to be annoying at this point," the man said trying to change the subject and lighten the mood a bit. There was a scream and a crashing sound upstairs but Relic didn't move. "Let her vent, it's safer if she is behind closed doors." It was a rather matter-of-fact statement before he turned and headed back into the house. Yanking off the tux coat he had had on since yesterday and throwing it on the couch. 

	He flopped down on it and rubbed his face as his feet worked to kick off his shoes. It had been a hell of a day and day before. He didn't like being out and about. This shit was why he stayed online instead of getting out into what some people referred to as the real world. "If that is him, Zo's gonna want to take the body back to his home town for his parents. You wanna come?" he asked half heartedly. Sure he had just tried to change the subject but he wanted this shit covered if it was Marc and if it got to that point. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Queensguard:[/color][/b] The delivery boy eyed Thalia. "I don't know where you get off lady but hey, keep acting that way. You'll be blacklisted from us and every other delivery place in the city. We don't put up with shit," he said as he ripped up the receipt. "Keep your tip and remember mine. Dinners on me, small price to pay," he said as he left the receipt pieces fly. "Tell Aunty Liz hello for me at the next staff meeting," he said with a chuckle as he walked off. Making his way out of the building he got in his vehicle and left the premises. 

	The baby seemed content and started to drift off to sleep. There was a knock at the door before it opened. It was Wadsworth, Elizabeths Guy Friday. "Yes, Ms Queensguard has finished her conference call and will see Ms. Santiago now," he said. Maria nodded and headed for the door. She didn't look back. Keystone had a child to tend to now, couldn't just leave him alone. 

	"Good afternoon Wadsworth, how was Venice?" she asked as she headed for the door and slipped her phone into her jacket pocket. 

	"Ma'am. It is good to see you again. The trip was very refreshing. How was Rio?" he asked as the door shut. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Texas/Mexico Border:[/color][/b] The line went quiet, almost as if the call was dropped but it was still going up on time. He was still there. Then he spoke. His voice was cracking and broken but he was trying to sound as professional as he could. "Is.. is this Cecily?" he asked. He couldn't remember if she had told him her name or not. Right then he couldn't remember a lot, everything was a blur of emotion and Lincoln had never been one to handle things going south with Tasha well. 

	Her phone went off, it was an incoming text message from Roy. 

	[i]What's going on?[/i]

	It was a simple enough message but it might not be so easy to explain.