It was late that evening, Virgil was also late, as usual. Honestly, I don't know why I agreed to this. Shortly after the trial Virgil was there to help console me and smooth things over. Him being a douche, of course, that's not the only thing he wanted to smooth over. Well, regardless, he somehow talked me into dating him, shit, if that means anything to him anymore. But just like clockwork, he strolls in.

"Miss me yet?" He says with a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Did you miss all the calls and texts I sent you? I mean, what the hell were you doing?" I dispute, irritated by Virgil's constant lateness.

"Look Will," he starts with an apologetic look on his face. "Daisy's in the hospital, I went to go visit her."

I'm horrified, "My god, I'm so sorry. Is she alright?"

"Oh yeah, she's fine. Just had some contractions and went into labor a few days early."

"Virgil, I swear to god, if you're the father…"

"Will of course I'm the father," Virgil shouts. "It takes nine months to make a baby, dumbass! How long have we been together?"

"So I'm the dumbass? Says the idiot that forgot our three year anniversary!" I leave a five on the table for the water, that's when he caught up to me and dragged me outside.

It didn't take long after that for him to lose his patience. Once he blackened my eye he decided to drive me back to the group home I was staying in, Virgil kissed me goodnight, and that was the end of it. Well with that, I knew I'd have to find someone else to help me get to the bottom of this. Someone who'd do anything for me. Unfortunately that someone happens to be in South Dakota's version of albatross. Fortunately, I know just how exactly how to break him out.


A few days later I'm walking to work, it's not glamorous but it's the only work I can get with a record. Evening shift is when all the office's are empty, and any call made from here would be traced back to Alva Industries. Once I finish punching in and change into my uniform, I get to work. Despite the events leading up to his generator being stolen, Mr. Alva gave me this cleaning job, once I reminded him how his son owes me his life. That, along with having evidence that Alva Industries produced the experimental mutative properties in the tear-gass responsible for the Big Bang, let's just say I aced the interview.

I'm cleaning and waiting for this one guy to leave, it would be stupid of me to make the call without the place being empty. A few minutes later, the guy in question finally leaves. Good thing too, since he'd be playing a key role in my alibi. I managed to grab a police report when I got sent to the station, just so happened to be one of AI's newest employee. According to the police statement this guy was not only on probation with his job, but also with SDPD. In short, this guy steps outside the lines and he's looking at twenty-five to life. Who better to take the rap than someone who has more to lose than I do?

I casually stroll to his desk and punch in the number on his phone, "South Dakota Men's Correctional Facility, visiting hours are currently going on, who are you trying to reach?"

I respond to the officer, "A twenty year old man by the name Francis Stone."