Adam headed off to work the next day trying to figure out what to tell Ryan.

Taking his beanie off because of the heat of early July he turned a corner expecting to see the Herald, instead he saw caution tape and a wreck of what used to be the section where he worked.

"What happened yo?" he asked, coming up to a co-worker.

"You didn't hear? Bombed, late last night, nobody was hurt though," the man, Peter, replied.

"Good morning Adam, Peter. Terrible sight isn't it?" Ryan asked as he approached his employees.

Adam remained silent and Peter made an excuse to leave, obviously uncomfortable around his boss.

"Did they find out who did it?" Adam asked, remembering what Joan had told him about Ryan.

"No, unfortunately," he smirked slightly.

"I, uh, I need to quit my job Ryan," he stuttered.

"Why Adam? The Herald will be rebuilt, don't worry," Ryan said.

"I know, but I still need to quit," Adam insisted.

"I wish you wouldn't, you are a very good worker. Now I know you may feel a little cheated, after all I did promise you an internship. You will, you will, just give it time," he said slyly.

"It's just not working out, okay? I quit," he was suddenly upset, though he couldn't quite explain why.

Adam walked off and ran into an angel that resembled a hippie.

"Go to Grace's house. Hurry," she said to him.

"Huh? Oh, okay," befuddled, he headed to Grace's house.

The angel went with him a while before turning a corner and waving.