(("That went well." He thinks to himself as he closes the front door to Dellanuite's abode behind him, still clutching Rain's shoulder with a hand that looks gigantic next to Topher's small frame, he's once again greeted by a camera. It's not that he sighs so much as his body language communicates his discomfort and displeasure of the camera. A body sigh. He ignores the camera for now and pushes Rain out in front of him...Topher is quick to cower down wrapping his arms around his body...))

November: Stupid move in there little man. Real stupid. You and I both are hanging by the thinnest of strands.

((Topher's voice comes out in that pained and weakened way as it always does, and Kyle flinches a bit...))

rain: sorry...sorry.

((November only shakes his head, and cuts him off by raising his hand...))

November: Doesn't matter...forget it. Just stay away from Ivy.

((For the briefest of moments we see something in Rain akin to defiance as he starts to rise from his slouch and and face, Kyle.))

rain: the reality is my escape from this what i am. i will not.

((Kyle, examines the smaller man for a moment, his gazing wandering over the numerous scars that cover his body, the milky white blind eye, and then finally onto the red "FC" tattooed onto his right pec. Eventually he just shakes his head, and dips into his pants pocket...))

November: Fine...your funeral then. I'm tired of babysitting you anyway.

((Rain, doesn't pursue the debate any further instead he just slumps back down, and drops his gaze to the walkway as Kyle produces a small cell phone from his pocket, and with the click of a button places it to his ear...A moment or two goes by before he speaks again...))

November: Hello...yeah hi, Gabrielle. This is, Kyle.

((A brief pause as he nods his head.))

November: Yes...yes I did speak to him. As a matter of fact I'm down in New Mexico right now...just finished up with him.

((He opens his mouth, but is seemingly cut off by Gabrielle as he frowns a bit. Finally he's able to speak again.))

November: No, don't worry about that. Topher, and myself will fly up there to you, and get everything in order...Hmm?...No, we'll find a hotel. Thanks though.

((More nodding on his end followed by a couple of "Ah-huhs"...))

November: Alright then...see you tomorrow. Bye.

((Kyle, drops the phone from his ear, and clicks it off with his thumb as he slips it back into his pants pocket. Looking around for a moment his gaze finally resettles on Rain...))

November: Time to go...we have a long ride ahead of us and an even longer flight. 

((November, starts to move down the walkway towards the drive way and a waiting rental. Topher, takes one last longing glance at the house before finally following along behind Kyle.))

((black...))