Alright folks, the encouragements have been awesome, thank you so much, now with all the hugs and tears aside, let's continue shall we?

Chapter 5: Starting over

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Zoe asked Psymon to let her go into the waiting room first so she could explain to Moby what had happened. He waited on the other side of the door, looking through the glass as Zoe approached a heavily pierced and tattooed man. Moby was a statue of an athlete, his body was in incredible shape and his body mods and long dreadlocks gave him the look of intimidation that likely made him an avoided obstacle on the snowboard courses. Psymon hesitated breathing when he saw Zoe and Moby exchange a fast peck of a kiss. He sighed deeply, sounding defeated and accepting that things had indeed changed more than he knew. Zoe led Moby by the hand towards the door, Psymon pushed it open and walked out, making himself smile at Moby.
"So, I guess re-introductions are in order." Moby said gently, putting out his hand. "Moby Jones." Psymon looked down at Moby's hand, then took it weakly and shook it half-heartedly.
"Simon Morgan." Moby looked surprised for a moment. "Is there a problem, Mr. Jones?" Moby shook his head.
"No mate, I just never 'eard your voice so, I don't know... pleasant." Psymon looked sad and nodded while he looked down at the floor.
"He just means, when you were Psymon Stark, your voice was so vicious, you weren't the person you are now." Zoe said quickly to clear the air. Psymon nodded.
"I know, no offense was taken." Psymon looked up with his eyes. "Look, can we get out of here, please?" Zoe and Moby nodded in unison and walked with Psymon, hand in hand. Psymon looked down at their interlocked hands once and didn't look back again.
"So, Simon." Moby started carefully. "That was a frightening spill ya took on those lines... I can't possibly imagine what that coulda felt like." Psymon stared down the hall, not making eye contact with Moby.
"I don't remember it, sorry." Psymon said calmly. "I don't remember anything I did as Stark." They said nothing more while they walked to Moby's car. Zoe held open the passenger door for Psymon, but he waved his hand. "I'll sit in the back, it's okay." Zoe looked at him like a sad dog, but agreed to sit up front. Psymon laid down on the backseat and closed his eyes, this was all too much for him to absorb all at once. The moment the car started Psymon jumped from the loud thumping of Moby's sound system. Zoe quickly turned the radio down when she saw Psymon startle.
"What the 'ell are ya doin'?" Moby shouted as he reached for his stereo's volume knob, then he paused and eyed Psymon. "Right." he said rather bitterly. The drive back to the lodge was a quiet one, Psymon looked with his eyes at Zoe and Moby's hands still clutching tightly on the front armrest. He looked up with his eyes and met Zoe's, looking at him in the passenger's visor mirror. Her eyes looked sad to Psymon, almost like she was apologizing for something or saying she needed help. Psymon closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He felt Zoe reaching back and putting a jacket on him like a blanket, he still pretended to be sleeping.

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Yup, looks like poor old Psymon is hurting about something, and Zoe certainly is appearing to be trying to make up for something. What in their past could be eating at them both so much? I gaurantee it's not what you think it is! Find out next time!