It still hasn't fully hit me that it's over. Like one minute I feel I'll have processed it, and then I'll see a promo for a show on the TV and realize I'll never see a Scorpion promo again.

Ralph sidled up to Patty and raised his eyebrows. "I thought you said your grandparents weren't going to be here."

"That is what I said. I was given incorrect information. That isn't my fault." She folded her arms. "At least the adults are pulling their weight by trying to get them out of here."

Sylvester was making a show of chuckling at something Lidia Logan had said. "You sure are a treat, ma'am," he said, briefly touching her arm. "Are you sure you and your husband won't join my girlfriend and I for lunch? You really shouldn't have to be stressing out so much about a shelving unit, I mean, we've already got the porch fixed up and our friend should have the walk – in completely stabilized soon. I know buying a new place is kinda scary…"

"We have been home owners before, Sylvester," Lidia said. "Our generation usually purchased before we were your age. This is the third place we've owned over the years. Second together, but we each had…"

"Is becoming parents any less scary when it's your second or third?"

"My, that's a good point." She glanced over at her husband. "Ed, I think we should take these folks up on their offer of lunch."

Ed Logan, standing with his hands on his hips as he observed Florence sealing a crack on the porch, wasn't listening to his wife. "You're sure that's gonna hold?"

"This porch will withstand any earthquake the fault can throw at us," she said, straightening up and wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Florence Tipton, huh? You related to that fella that fixed the lotto?"

She stared at him, her expression unchanging. "No."

"Grandpa!" Patty said, clapping her hands together. "Grandma is speaking to you."

"Eh?" He frowned at Patty, then turned. "You going on about something, Lidia?"

"I was just saying that I think we should go out to lunch with these young'uns after all."

"Yeah? I certainly could eat. But none of those vegan or gluten free restaurants all the kids are going to these days, you hear? I like my gluten and I like my animals."

"Neither of us are vegan and we don't have celiac disease," Florence said. "We can go wherever you'd like."

"Sensible Millennials," Ed said, throwing a wink at Lidia.

"They aren't Millennials, Ed."

"We are," Sylvester said. "I'm twenty – five and she's thirty – three. Millennials are currently twenty – one to thirty – six."

"No, that can't be right," Ed said, stroking his chin. "No, that can't be. Millennials are still in high school. You might be, but she's definitely Gen X."

Florence's expression still hadn't changed. "No."

"High schoolers are Gen Z," Patty said. "And that applies to both me and Ralph, so don't be hating."

"You're one of the good ones, sweetie," Lidia said with a smile.

"Remember that part in Pocahontas," Patty muttered to Ralph, "where she got upset that he called Native Americans savages and he was all ohhhh I didn't mean youuuuu and she's all of course you didn't, just my people?"

"I didn't see that one," Ralph said. "But I feel you."

"Tons of things wrong with that movie but that part was…on point."

"Are you two gonna come with us?" Ed asked loudly, "or are you going to hang out here?"

"We're going to stay behind," Patty said.

"If that's okay," Ralph added. Patty raised her eyebrows at him. Crap. He'd just given her grandparents an opening to say no, no, it wasn't okay, come with us, don't loiter at our new house.

"Suit yourselves," Lidia said with a shrug.

Ralph glanced over his shoulder. His mother was arriving soon. Walter was inside; she wouldn't think anything was weird driving up unless she saw Florence. Sylvester was safe, he was on Centipede, but she wasn't.

Sylvester seemed to pick up on Ralph's anxiety – of course he did. "Florence, get in the car." She understood, power walking to the vehicle and jumping in the back seat, ducking down out of sight. She had done so in the nick of time. Ralph breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother's car turn the corner and immediately flick the turn signal back on to pull into the driveway.

"Is this Paige?" Lidia asked. "That's a nice car. She's done well for herself."

"Hi there!" Paige said, leaning out the window as the car rolled to a stop. She jumped out of the car and walked toward them with a hand extended. "I'm Paige Dineen. Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, you're not late at all, honey," Lidia said. "The porch is all fixed up, we've got that nice fellow inside working on the walk – in, which they said you can help with…"

"Yes, absolutely," Paige said, shaking each of their hands.

"We sure appreciate'cha," Ed said with a smile. "My granddaughter has said so much about all of you."

"I was about to take them out to lunch," Sylvester said. "Are you okay to go in there and help?"

"Toby's already in there? Yep, sure am."

"Alrighty," Sylvester said, probably too loudly. "Let's get you two in the car."

"Where's your little girlfriend?" Lidia said, looking confused.

"Just come with me, that's right…" Sylvester ushered them away from Paige.

She watched them go, looking amused, and then walked up to Ralph and Patty. "That's hilarious," she said. "Did you hear? They think Sylvester is dating Happy."

It was hard for Ralph to not turn toward Patty and smirk. What's hilarious is you actually think Happy and Toby are here.

Paige stepped around the large dresser that was tucked in between the window and the corner, in front of the walk – in closet. This really was a cute house, with more room inside than it appeared to have from the curb. She could hear Toby moving around inside the closet as well as the creak of wood. From her understanding, they were just doing some fix up work that the older Logans couldn't quite handle on their own, which included putting some shelving up in the walk – in. It would be simple enough – she had done a lot of similar work herself after purchasing the condo. This house was definitely more run down, but the concept was the same.

She opened the door and eased inside. "Toby? I'm here."

"Huh?" The hunched over figure she'd seen upon entering straightened up and faced her. She thought she'd recognized that rear end.

"Walter?"

"Paige?"

"What are you – "

"How did you – "

They stared at each other, then Walter cleared his throat. "Good to see you."

"You too. Nice of you. To help Patty's grandparents, I mean."

"It was strange," Walter said. "Florence told me that she ran into Patty and was told that they were struggling on some things for the new house and she felt my skills would come in handy. I am not doing anything that plays to my specific strengths. I suppose they just heard man in his thirties and figured that would suffice. Not asking me to work on their computer systems is terribly inefficient, though."

"Maybe they don't have computers. They are…older."

"Everyone has computers nowadays."

"Well, they can ask you to help them with that later, then, Walter. I don't know what to tell – " A loud crashing sound came from behind her, and Paige jumped in the air, whirling around with a surprised shriek. She stumbled backward into Walter, whose arms came instinctively around her waist. They were shrouded in darkness.

"Door slammed shut," Walter observed.

"Let me go."

He released her immediately and she stepped away, making a point of putting a step between them. "I'll get it."

"That sounded awfully loud for the door closing," she heard Walter comment.

"The door is closed, Walter, there is literally nothing else it could have been." She felt along the side of the closet, locating the door and turning the knob. She was met with resistance. "What…" She put her shoulder against the door and shoved. Still nothing. "Uh…"

"The damn dresser," Walter said. Her eyes were beginning to adjust and she saw him come up beside her, pushing on the door himself a couple times before nodding. "It fell against the door. It's probably braced in a way that it won't budge."

"Shit!" Paige threw herself against the door again. "Shit!"

"That won't do any good," Walter said. "We'll just have to wait until someone wanders up here and they can let us out."

"They went to lunch. Happy and Sylvester and Patty's grandparents."

"Well then, Florence can let us out."

"Florence is here? Do Happy and Toby know that?"

"To my knowledge, Happy and Toby aren't here."

"Hold, on, what?"

"I don't know. I was just told to come here and help out. I don't know what your team is doing."

"Shit, that's not even important. People can die from this, you know. I saw a Netflix documentary on it. Weird ways to die. Horrible acting, but this is literally what happened in one episode."

"Paige, people know we're here. They'll come when they get back from lunch."

"You want to spend an hour or more in here?"

"No."

"Then start yelling, dammit! Maybe a neighbor will hear us."

From just feet away, Ralph and Patty slowly turned toward each other as Walter and Paige's shouts for help echoed through the house. They smiled, slowly fist bumped, and then carefully, quietly backed away.