I smile over to Michael, "someone got told on."

"How do you know?"

"Becuase i walked in on the old bat telling Mead you had sex will Gallant."

"Did you confirm it to them?"

I chuckle, "I told them that it was possible you were with him."

"What did Mead say?" Michael looks to me, a bit hopefully.

"That since you and I represent the Cooperative, we operate under a different set of rules." i sigh softly, "i imagine they're punishing him as we speak."

Michale nods, "You're probably right."

"Oh, well, let them have their fun."

Michael smirks down to me, "then it is our turn." Michael and I wait for a little while before exploring finding the room best suited for keeping someone tied up. It doesn't take us long to find Gallant. He is strung up by his hands, chain bounding him to the walls, while he stands in the middle of the room, "In seconds, we can destroy everything humanity has built over thousands of years." Gallant lifts his head upon hearing Michael's voice.

"But we will never be free of the desire to be cruel to our fellow man." Upon hearing my voice, Gallant turns his head toward us and sighs.

"Do you two go anywhere without each other?" He watches Michael as he walks around him, "i mean, other then when you dress in that black suit."

Michael places a hand on Gallant's back, which has the reminisce of the whipping he endured and Gallant winces. "Are you alright?"

Gallant shrugs, "it wasn't so bad. Could have brought out the cat-o'-nine-tails, and I still wouldn't have ratted you out." He looks over his shoulder to Michael.

"Ratted me out?" Michael runs a hand up Gallants back and he winces again, "for what?"

"You know. For coming to my room the way you did. In fact, all I could think about was our time together while they were having a go at me."

Michael slowly walks around Gallant, "I've never been to your room."

"Right. And that wasn't you in the rubber suit giving it to me," Gallant nods, whispering, "I get it. You have to lie with the misses around."

"Michael is allergic to rubber," I chuckle and walk around Gallant as well, "There are no lies between Michael and I. and we haven't left each other's side since we got to the outpost."

Michael smirks over to Gallant, "let me be as clear as I know how to be." he takes a step forward and is only a few inches away from Gallant, "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on Earth, and you almost are. And it's not because you're not physically attractive or the fact that I have Rose by my side… It's your neediness. Your desperation to be seen and loved. The hole you need filled isn't in your face or your ass. It's in your heart." Michael steps back. "You're pathetic. I can see why your grandmother is disgusted by you." Michael wraps an arm around my waist and we walk around Gallant.

Gallant shakes his head, "you don't know anything about my nana."

I chuckle, "Why else would she report you? Make them do this to you."

"How do I know you didn't do this?"

"Because, as Michael has already made it very clear, he didn't fuck you." I walk up behind Gallant and place my head on his shoulder, having to stand on my tippy toes to do it, "so what would I stand to gain?" I take a step back, "no, I'm sure she hoped they would put you out of your misery… and hers."

"That's bullshit."

Michael begins to walk around Gallant again, "She's the reason you're staring at a death sentence. She would do anything to increase her slim odds at getting out of here. You know she hates your guts."

"You're a liar. You're both liars."

"Are we?" Michael stops next to me, "perhaps you should go and talk to her about it yourself, then." Michael and I leave and I hear the sound of the chains releasing Gallant. Whatever Gallant decides to do, things are about to get very interesting. Michael and I head down to the library, where Evie, Coco and another woman are sitting and listening to the radio, which is playing Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce. Once we are there I step in front of Micahel before I begin to sway from side to side, spinning slowly as I dance alone. Michael simply chuckles and sits on one of the couches.

"Are you two a lively bunch." Evie smiles.

"We would be two if we haven't been forced to listen to this song for months." Coco complains.

I chuckle softly, "who could tier of this song?"

"Wait until you've heard it six thousand times."

I don't stop dancing, "tell me, Coco. When you listen to it, do you just sit or do you dance and enjoy yourself?"

"We just sit and listen."

"And that is why you have tired of it." Michael smirks, his eyes not leaving me as I dance around the room.

"You know, you reminded me of myself at your age." Evie chuckles.

The other woman in the room takes a deep breath, "this song makes me so melancholy. They used it in a very special Hardy Boys episode where one of the Hardy Boys' girlfriends dies. Can't remember which one." she walks over to the couch Michael is sitting on and sits on the opposite end.

Michael smiles over to her, "i'm sorry, but I don't believe we've met. Michael Langdon."

"Dinah Stevens." She smiles back to him. "Your partner seems very lively."

"She's a free spirit."

"i had the biggest crush on Shaun Cassidy." she smiles shaking her head, "innocent times."

"More like boring times." Coco scoffs.

"The Hardy Boys was a very popular program." Dinah crosses her arms.

"Yeah, of course it was. You only had three networks. You know what, this is exactly why this is so much harder on us youth than it is for your geriatrics. You're used to having only two or three lame things in your life, like TV networks, uh, ways to drink coffee, sexual orientations." A woman comes in and sits a tray of tea on the table, "Mallory, help me with this, please."

Mallory looks over to Coco and shrugs, "dog breeds. We had at least ten different Pomeranians to choose from." She sits on the arm of the couch next to Coco. "And you guys were cool with drinking tap water."

"We had so many options for everything. Dental floss, air fresheners. We didn't just order a burger, we needed to know if we wanted turkey or veggie or meatless kind that bleeds like the real thing."

"We had at least four Chrises that could star in a movie. How many did you have?"

I chuckle, "you also had more mental illnesses and types of cancer."

Coco scoffs, "A small price to pay for some options."

Then Gallant walks into the room, looking to his grandmother as he walks up to the table and pours himself a cup of tea, "surprised to see me breathing, Grandma? They usually shoot people for fucking. Or… did you not remember that when you turned me in?"

Evie smiles up to her grandson, "No hard feelings, darling. I want to live and the only way to achieve that is to get rid of these ten little Indians who stand between me and that golden ticket out of here."

Coco shakes her head, "um, we're sitting right here."

"It's not my fault that you can't control your carnal urges."

"You have lived!" Gallat points at his grandmother, raising his voice. "I… haven't." He points to himself as he lowers his voice.

"Oh, yes, you have. You have crammed ten lifetimes of failures and screw ups into your 30 years!"

Gallant puts his arms up and looks around the room, "am i the only one who makes mistakes? Hmm?"

"No. But I'm always the one that has to clean up after you. Let me see. Three stints in rehab on my dime. Fancy lawyer to keep you out of prison. When your grandfather rejected you because of your perverted lifestyle, I took you in. and what did I get back?" Evie chuckles, "yes, you went and you bankrupted two salons and then you snorted the third one up your nose." Evie looks around, "i deserve to live. I am the bridge between the past and the future. I mean, when those poor survivors arrive, what do they know about culture and music and art? And I will be there to tell them all about it." Evie turns back to her grandson, "one lifetime of me is worth 50 of yours. Humanity may be in a sorry state, but it deserves better than you."

Gallant takes a shuddering inhale, "I should have put you in that motion picture home years ago. The only thing I ever wanted from you was for you to love me and accept me. Why couldn't you just give me that?"

"Sorry, darling. It's just not in my nature." Evie pats her grandson on the cheek before leaving the room.

Coco pops her lips, "Well, it's a good thing you convinced me to bring your nana."