Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 9th, 2013, 12:47 PM

having spent almost an hour at the lighthouse James felt it was time to leave, He stood up from the bench he was sitting upon and grabbed his bike and decided to walk it down rather than riding it having exerted most of his energy getting up to the lighthouse to begin with.

As James walked his bicycle along the side of the road he noted the two girls walking in front of him, well only one person walking. The other girl was seated in what had appeared to be a mechanical wheelchair. James connected the dots almost immediately as there was only person in all of Arcadia Bay who was paralyzed completely.

Deciding to get moving along with his day James hopped onto the bike and began peddling away not bothering to look back behind him.

Flores de Eden Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 9th, 2013, 12:47 PM

James pulled up to the small brick and concrete building that overlooked the coast, The front of the building was adorned with a sign made of aged wood that displayed the name of the shop inside had two large glass doors showing what stood inside, which consisted of a marble countertop with a single cash register on top.

Walking around the left side of the rose-colored building where had found a single piece of paper nailed to the wall, James scanned the paper and read its bold printed words

"MISSING: Rachel Amber, Please call Arcadia Bay Sheriffs Office with any information"

James had seen this posted up everywhere around town, which he already knew since he was the one that started posting them up after having filed a missing person report regarding the girl with the blue jay feather after he noted her complete disappearance.

Moving on from the poster James walked around the very back of the building where there was a small parking area occupied by a single 2000 Chevrolet Silverado with a whole bunch of potted flowers sitting inside the bed of the vehicle. Just as soon as James turned the corner his mother came through the open door to the inside of the shop

Melissa must have been surprised to see her son wandering about the town as she let out a small gasp upon seeing him "Wasn't expecting you to show up James" she said after a small pause

"Figured you would need help around here and I was close by so..." James explained before walking over to the truck and picking up a cardboard box full of potted tulips

"I didn't need any help but. Thanks nonetheless" His mother responded seemingly grateful for her son's assistance.

Carrying the box through the door James could see the the front entrance to the building and he was now behind the counter he saw through the glass doors outside, he brought the box over to a metal rack with shelves and a large light going across the top of the rigging, each shelf full of vibrant colorful flowers, though some had already begun to lose their color and wither away.

Setting the box down on the counter James started individually placing the potted plants onto the shelves. Once he was done he walked outside back towards the truck only to be stopped by his mother

"I've got it from here" She said

"I basically haven't done anything" James pointed but his mother simply smiled and shook her head

"I really hope you don't think I'm getting too old to be able to lift boxes my self son." She said in a joking manner. James looked back at the building and then at the truck which still had more potted flora sitting in the back

"You think you'll be able to sell all of those?" James asked turning back to his mother, Melissa shrugged with an uncertain expression,

"Tourism was light this summer and not a whole lot of locals really bother buying anything from here anyway." She sighed and looked out towards the coast "With the Fishing drying up out on the coast, and the Presscotts planning on turning everything here into their own damn private resort. I dunno. It's not looking too good" Melissa looked sad but then chuckled to herself having seemingly remembered something from her youth "It's not like Arcadia Bay hasn't bounced back from the brink of ruin before though. You know my saying James, Hindsight's always 50/50" James just nodded in response. "Aren't you supposed to be in school right now?" Melissa asked with an eyebrow raised to which the son simply shrugged his shoulders. "I won't play truancy officer with you boy, but it would be best if you headed back to campus, you don't want to get yourself in any more trouble do you?"

"Yes Ma'am," James said before giving a two-fingered salute. James was about to walk off when he turned back to face his Mother, who had resumed grabbing flowers from the truck "You're sure you don't need any more help?" he asked, Melissa gave a polite smile and shook her head

"If I were you James. I'd be more concerned with your education rather than if your old mother can handle carrying around a couple of plants. I'll be fine".

With his question Answered James turned back around and walked back out to the front of the shop, hopped onto his bike once more and took off back for Blackwell.