Sadie's POV

I decided to stay behind in the bathroom…...afterward, draping my towel over my otherwise bare body, as I took my time exploring through each of the cupboards and drawers which were filled with so many fresh, new things. Most of which, long forgotten from the days before all of this.

My hands stopped, nearly dead in their tracks, when my eyes caught sight of an electric razor in the last drawer I opened.

Shit, I don't even remember the last time I even saw one of these, much less used one.

The abrupt buzzing sound it made in my hand when I pressed the button on the front of it made me jump slightly.

I chuckled a little to myself at that as I tossed most of my hair onto one side and cleared off just enough fog from the mirror that I could see myself.

A small grin spread across my face asI took the razor in my hand and proceeded to gradually move it up the opposite side from where my hair now sat, til there was a nice clean shave covering that side.

I'd become so immersed in gazing back in the mirror at my end result, that I was startled at the sound of Gareth's voice when it finally broke my train of thought.

"Yeah?" I finally asked in response.

I could hear the faint sound of him chuckling at that, through the still closed door.

"I just asked if I left my shirt in there." He repeated.

I took a quick glance over the room, smirking to myself when I saw it.

"Hmmm….nah, I can't say you did." I lied.

Another chuckle through the door. "You're looking right at it, aren't you?"

"Get back in here and find out!" I called back with a snicker.

"Very funny!"

"You think I'm joking, I'll hold this hypothetical shirt of yours hostage if I find it." I teased.

"I see.." He chuckled back. "...so, you'll be expecting a ransom then?"

I decided to humor him, only slightly, as I opened the door and stood in its doorway, dressed only in the skinny jeans I'd decided to slip back on in the meantime and my trusty towel still draped over my otherwise bare chest.

"...depends on what kind of payment you have to offer me…" I teased with a more deviously playful smirk.

Just before he could say anything to that, there was a sudden knock at the front door downstairs.

We both glanced toward the bedroom door and exchanged some curious looks to each other before he did speak.

"Were we supposed to be expecting anyone?"

I shrugged, pulling over my nearest Runaways shirt, as I pulled out my knife to head towards the door. "I'm gonna go check it out."

"Is that really necessary?" Gareth called after me as I shut the door behind me.

"Can't hear you!" I lied.

I glanced out the window to see a young blonde woman, her hair just a little longer than mine, standing outside with a small basket in her hands.

I slipped my knife down into my front pocket, loosening my grip only slightly, as I opened the door.

"Hey." She greeted warmly when I opened the door. "I'm Jessie. I work over in the pantry, so Deanna asked me to bring this over for you guys."

She didn't appear to need any further hesitation from me to sense how suspicious I still was, because she held the basket out slightly closer to me as she urged me to take it.

"It's okay, I won't bite." She joked.

"I'll hold you to that." I joked back with a slight snicker, eventually taking said basket off her hands after examining it a bit more. "Anyway, thanks…..I'm Sadie."

She nodded. "I love your hair, by the way. You do that yourself?"

"...for the first time in, God knows how long." I chuckled, starting to relax just a bit more. "..I used to always keep at least one side of it shaved like this, way before….well, everything." I ran a hand through the half of it that was still damp. " All's I'm missing is some black hair dye."

"Wish I'd have known, I'd have thrown a box of it in for you."

"Iiii did not say that to trouble you.." I reassured her, chuckling somewhat nervously. "Really, it's fine."

"Not at all." She insisted. "I used to be a stylist before all this…...among like twelve other things, I have plenty back at my house."

"We'll see then." I agreed.

She nodded with that same warm smile. "Well, I should probably get going now, let you guys get settled in some more. I live only a few houses down, so just let me know if you need anything else."

I nodded. "I might just take you up on that"

"I'll see you around then?"

"We'll see." I reminded her.

She smiled back at me again before she took off.

As I shut the door behind her, I turned around to find Gareth holding Alex as he stood about halfway up the stairs.

"Aww, look at you, makin nice-nice." He teased, glancing past me as Jessie could be seen already halfway down the street. "So, who's your new friend?"

"Very funny." I chuckled. "...Her name's Jessie, apparently she brought these over from the pantry."

"Well, that was nice of her." He ran his free hand briefly through it as he examined it. "...she didn't happen to bring any records by, did she?"

"Not unless they're invisible." I smirked at him. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason…." He chuckled. "...either way, you might wanna let Aaron off the hook now."

"Haven't I?"

"For you, anyway." He teased. "I meant about your earlier comment, about his little promise."

"...I swear to God, Gareth, if you're fucking with me." I playfully smacked at him. "...and in front of our son too, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Ow!" He fake cried. "Fine then, prove me wrong. See for yourself."

"Gladly!"

I beat Gareth back up to the master bedroom, scoffing a little to myself when I glanced around the area. Figures.

I rolled my eyes as his footsteps approached closer behind me.

"You were saying?"

"Hey, I didn't say where up here." He reminded me. "Why don't you go check the closet?"

"Gareth, so help me if you and Aaron are in on some wild goose chase for me…"

I trailed off when I opened said closet door and finally saw this infamous record player of Aaron's.

Sure enough, it was in just as good of condition as Aaron had promised it to be.

There weren't very much in the way of records to play on it, but there was a decent enough selection to make up for it.

Some Elvis, couple of Guns N Roses, A Jimi Hendrix, and two or three Nirvana ones.

"Alright, fiiiine." I finally admitted. "...maybe Aaron's not so bad, after all."

"Iiiii'm sure he'll be glad to hear that." He laughed. "...so, does that mean I'm off the hook too?"

I spun back around, as he'd been standing right behind me, and kissed him.

"You were never really on the hook….but uh, if you reeeaally wanna make it up to me…"

"...And in front of our son, too." He mocked my earlier remark. "Sadie, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

I smacked him playfully for that. "Don't make me hurt you!"

"Ow!" He fake cried. "Alright, I give."

"Atta boy!" I chuckled, patting him on the chest. "...Just go ask Theresa to take him back for a little bit, I'm sure she won't mind."

He shook his head at that. "You'd terrible, you know that?"

"Yeah, the worst." I teased back. "...but that's what you love about me."

"...Among other things…" He sort of snickered. "...fine, I'll be right back."

"Don't keep me waiting too long." I smirked.

"Wouldn't dream of it!"