Jameson's legs bounced as the taxi moved closer and closer to Hank's house. The sun set quickly, leaving Jameson in the dark with Connor, and basically blind. Of course, different lights from the front of the taxi lit up the two passengers, but it still didn't provide enough that Jameson could see what Connor signed.

Connor kept his eyes trained out the window, seemingly watching the world go by. Jameson watched with him- out the opposite window of course. Jameson's mind briefly thought of what the car may have been like if it didn't have top of the line suspension. The comedic sight of a taxi shaking as it drove down the street made Jameson giggle quietly. He couldn't help but worry about his head mates though- what would happen if they couldn't make it out on time?

Jameson took a deep breath- he needed to keep calm. Who knows what would happen otherwise? He spared a glance at Connor, who remained looking ahead. If Jameson didn't know better, he would say Connor could also dissociate by the look in his eyes.

The taxi turned onto Hank's street, pulling up right in front of the house. A video popped up in front of him, a message simply stating: "You have reached your destination. Thank you for traveling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon." Jameson popped the door open, watching as Connor stepped out.

The two approached the door, Jameson wringing his hands and Connor straightening his jacket. Connor reached the door, knocking gently. After a moment, he rang the doorbell. Another moment passed, and Connor pressed again (for much longer this time). Jameson guessed that Hank hadn't answered.

Connor walked off the porch, leaving Jameson under the cover. Jameson turned, signing quickly, "Where are you going?"

"I need to find a way in," Connor's face portrayed an innocence that Jameson had only seen on Sam back in the cabin.

Jameson shook his head gently, feeling around his pockets for the keys. Seán always left the spare keys to Hank's house in the top left pocket-.

Empty.

Jameson could feel the blood drain from his face. His hands moved frantically all over his jacket. Each and every single pocket held nothing- except of course Seán's wallet. Jameson would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't scared.

Connor approached, looking as if to ask if everything was alright. Jameson shook his head, "Seán forgot to put our spare keys back in the pocket. He always does this!" Jameson stepped off the porch quickly, trekking to each window of the house. He had to assume that Connor followed.

Rain splashed on Jameson's head- the only thing alerting him to the fact that rain still fell. The clouds could have been mistaken for snow clouds at this point of the year. Jameson peaked into the first window. He could only see Sumo resting on the couch. His head picked up slightly, but he rested it back down. Jameson let out a huff, continuing onto the second window.

Jameson registered the dirt squishing under his feet. It must have been raining for a while. He continued on still, reaching the kitchen window.

There! Hank laid on the floor, a chair knocked to the side and a puddle of something around him. Jameson thought he gasped, he knew he backed up a little.

A gentle touch on his shoulder and Jameson turned to see Connor standing there. He imitated shattering the window with his elbow. Jameson nodded, stepping back. Connor walked back, then charged forward, jumping at the last second.

Jameson rushed up to the window, seeing Sumo charge at Connor. Connor talked to Sumo for a moment, and Sumo's head perked up. The large dog rushed over to Hank's side, and Connor stood.

Jameson gently pushed the shards aside and charged in as well. He could feel glass crunch underneath his back- thank God Seán invested in a large jacket for winter. Connor sat by Hank's head, scanning over him.

The man approached Hank, kneeling and surveying the scene. A bottle of whiskey (or something else alcoholic) laid on the floor next to Hank, a gun on the floor to the other side. Jameson sighed, rubbing his hands together for a brief moment before bringing one high above his head...

And straight down onto Hank's face.

Hank's mouth opened in what Jameson could see was a groan. Connor gently took Hank's arm, helping him sit up. Jameson watched Connor speak, but still had no idea what he said.

"A cold shower should wake him up." Jameson thought back on all the times Chase and Henrik had to wake Seán up like this. By the time Seán had done it for the third time, Chase made him get therapy again.

Hank said something, and Connor gave him a stern look as he carried him away. The puppeteer rolled his eyes, following behind.

Connor brought Hank over to the bathroom door, where Jameson had to rush forward and turn the knob. Hank gripped onto the door frame, but Jameson simply unlatched his weak fingers. The android set Hank in the bathtub, where he (of course) tried to climb from. Connor quickly corrected him, pushing him in.

Jameson laughed, watching Hank's head bump into the wall. Inside he cringed, but on the outside, he laughed even more.

Hank shouted something in his general direction, but Connor turned on the knob. Hank flailed around as the water hit him, mouth open in a shout. Jameson laughed more.

After another harsh glare, and some words exchanged between Connor and Hank, Hank climbed out of the bath. Connor didn't push him in again, he must be fine now. However, Hank nearly fell in again a moment later; Connor had to catch him.

Connor walked away slowly, saying something. Jameson raised an eyebrow from where he leaned on the doorway. "Just trying to get him to cooperate." Connor grinned a moment later, turning.

I hate this. Jameson thought for a moment, trying to see if Chase or Seán could front yet. No one else was in the control room. It really was just him for now.

"Help me get clean clothes?" Connor asked, turning to Jameson.

He nodded, turning and walking into Hank's room. He opened the closet, where a bunch of outfits hung. Had someone organized these for Hank? The Hank that Jameson knew definitely didn't do things like this.

"Do you and Hank dislike each other?" Connor questioned.

Jameson shrugged, grabbing an outfit. He tossed it to the android, "Hank has never understood why I'm deaf, so he doesn't exactly like me. It's more of a misunderstanding that he's not willing to have explained to him."

Connor nodded, "I'm going to take these to him."

Jameson sighed, walking out of the room. I really need Seán out here.