Meanwhile...
There was a 17 year old young man at a diner with a woman around his age. The man had bushy brown hair with a flip. He wore a brown business suit with black pants and brown shoes and had brown were eating salad. The man put a forkful in his mouth before scowling at the woman.
"Cold," he said.
His voice was deep and monotone.
"It's garden salad, it's supposed to be,"
"I wasn't talking about the salad. You wanna tell me what's wrong?,"
The woman sat back.
"After 2 and a half years of going to school together, you still don't know?,"
The man sat back. "Here we go,"
"You're parents are completely negligent, you're sister's living with our cousins to get away from that psycho you call a brother and you don't know what's wrong?,"
"Lois. We've been over this. Why can't you see the bigger picture?,"
"I can see just fine thank you. You're the one who can't see where this is going,"
"Lois. We're doing everything we can t-,"
His phone rang and he clenched his teeth. He grunted.
"Just a sec,"
He answered the phone.
"Ya?,"
"Go ahead, finish. You're doing everything you can to what? Make sure this world suffers for your parents mistakes? Is that what you were going to say?,"
"That's not what we want! Can't you just look at this from both sides for a second!," Melody heard through the phone.
"Ah love" she thought.
"Hey it's me. He's back," Melody said.
"Can't it wait. I'm busy,"
"He hacked into a restaurant Tv program and sent a threat,"
His eyes widened and he scowled at nothing.
"I'll be right there,"
"Ok, bye,"
"Bye,"
He hung up and looked at the wowan.
"I gotta go,"
He got up and started walking towards the door.
"Don't think we're done talking about this,"
"I know we're not done talking about this. We're never done talking about this,"
And he left without another word.