Ethan agreed with Mia that she didn't have to take care of Heisenberg and he would wash his clothes and try to teach him how to cook some dishes - His wife was still very nervous about everything that had occurred but had agreed to let him stay at Ethan's insistence, so she just made it clear that she would not talk to him much and would only tolerate his presence in the house. The couple went downstairs and saw Karl looking at some family pictures on the living room wall; Mia sighed and crossed her arms, going back to the kitchen in silence and leaving the two of them alone. The man walked over to him, looking at the paintings as well.

"I thought you would wait in the lobby but looks like you're not much of a listener, are you?" Ethan said in a playful tone, picking up a picture of the couple with Rose walking on the beach. "This day here is when Rose first saw the beach. She was terrified when she put her feet in the sand, my wife had to distract her with a seashell so she could get used to the feeling - then it was hard to get her out." He laughed at the comment and smiled, looking fondly at the photo.

"I can imagine... it looked like a fun day for you guys, uh? Sea, sand, sun..." he picked up a picture of Mia, at the time she was pregnant. "I had no idea you had such a..." he was going to say the word 'normal' and 'life', but found it offensive - for the first time Karl didn't want to play the idiot and cuss just for anger or fun - he wanted to keep things neutral until he heard about the envelope. "...agitated life."

"Yeah, my life has been pretty hectic since I met Mia..."

"Hm-hm." Mia cleared her throat, approaching the two with glasses of wine. "What do you guys think about dinner? I made macaroni, it's not a local recipe but I know Ethan loves it."

Ethan took the two glasses and gave one to Karl, he still hadn't sketched any sincere reaction; It was too much for him to think about since leaving Umbrella.

"...Karl?"

"Uh? Oh, sure...sure. Just...hm, I wanted to change my clothes first. Those..." he fiddled with his old, freshly washed coat. "...are already out of style, aren't they?"

The couple laughed, then Ethan left the cup on the dining table and turned to Karl.

"Would you rather I call you by your fake last name or..."

"It can be Heisenberg. Between you and me... Joseph sucks." he retorted, placing his index and middle finger near his left ear and remembering that he no longer had his sunglasses on.

"All right, come - I'll show you your room." Ethan walked to a room under the stairs that led up to the garage. "Look, I..." He closed the door slowly and lowered his tone. "Mia she...she's still a little upset about everything that happened, no one expected all this to occur again in such a short time - I'm still terrified myself, but I'm being strong for her and Rose..." he paused briefly, Karl listening carefully. "She told me to let you sleep here, and I don't want to go against her for now, so for now you sleep around here, okay?"

Karl crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, nodding silently. Clearly he was annoyed.

"Look, I'm really sorry, but just until she trusts me more..."

"Ethan, relax - To be honest, I've slept in worse places, it's kind of cozy here."

The man kept his eyes towards him and looked away briefly, as if he was embarrassed for leaving him there, but he didn't want to create any conflict with Mia. It was impossible to convince her of certain things, especially when she was stressed. Ethan asked him to wait there because he would be back with some blankets and pillows to put in a corner of the garage, and Karl continued to lean against the wall, completely anesthetized; to him anything was better than the village, but at the same time he still found it insulting to be thrown in such a place - it reminded him so much of his old home. He raised one hand to his chest level and levitated a wrench, making circular motions with his fist and spinning the object in the air while whistling softly.

"Here they are - " Ethan returned with a stack in his arms and stopped to watch the man using his powers. "...What are you doing?"

"Killing time." he replied with a sigh, returning the object to the table.

"...Right, hm...er, I brought as much as I could, where do you want to put it?"

"Whatever...anywhere is fine..." he walked around the garage, looking at the pieces hanging on the wall, as well as ladders, garden hoses, and a small pink bicycle. "What's that?"

"Uh? What?" Ethan asked from across the room, making a bed next to an old freezer.

"This...pink thing here, is it the little girl's?"

"Oh, the bike? We bought it last year, we're waiting for her to get the right age to ride." He fluffed the pillow with his hands and stood up, stretching his arms up. "Look, I'll give you some privacy to change, Mia and I will be having dinner - if you want to join us. Uh- " Ethan paused, thoughtfully. "You eat, don't you?"

"Obviously, what a dumb fucking question." He replied, looking at Ethan with a debauched face.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"What did you eat there?"

"Maggots."

Ethan frowned, then made a disgusted expression which made Heisenberg laugh briefly.

"You believe everything I say, holy shit - I ate bread, fruit, that sort of thing... nothing out of the ordinary."

"Gee - for a second I thought you... sorry, I-I-I - "

"Go have dinner with your wife, man..." Heisenberg just watched the guy leave the room and brought his hand up to his forehead, laughing softly. "Fucking Idiot...!"

He scanned the rest of the room and went towards the clothes that were on his bed, picking up his white social shirt and black jeans, it seemed to be an interesting combination. He removed his old jacket, placing it on the floor next to the blankets and then his beige shirt; Cadou slowly pulsing in his chest, taking a moment to breathe. Karl scratched his chest hair, yawning, putting on his white shirt and adjusting the buttons; "It's going to take me a while to get used to this shit..." he thought, then removed his boots and changed his pants. His feet were naturally purplish and had several calluses from the time he had been wearing boots, so it wasn't a very comfortable feeling to keep them naked on the floor. Karl took the saw from the wall and looked at his reflection - a little blurry - analyzing the new outfit and rolling his eyes; It was a nice gift and the first one he had ever received, but not exactly what he wanted at the moment. He sat on the bed, removing the hat from his head and letting his hair float in the air as he thought about the envelope.

"Of course, I don't know him, but he could at least keep things clear? I don't want to feel obligated to fight with anyone again - especially not that Chris guy," he said to himself, scratching his beard. "Son of a bitch, he only called me here out of obligation, everything he said at the hospital...shit-"

He looked at the garage door; He felt a small urge to join the dinner, to at least socialize a little, but he felt too out of place - too out of touch with that reality. He needed to find a way to leave without anyone noticing, or looking for him; Karl then just lay down and decided to sleep, hoping to wake up back in the village.