"Hey Bub, why so blue when you practically owned the floor?" Anton Fashingbauer, one of his fellow dancers, who had red hair, blue eyes, and a face full of freckles, said after he came into the area where the Die Heiß und Hastig lockers were. Either the man was seeing things or some invisible message was being received—he was just as happy as could be.

"I have no idea, seeing as I made €250 tonight, and had a blast while making it, I feel no blue coming through my green complexion." Lhaklar replied.

"Seem to be moving around in slo-mo tonight." Anton said. "And doing a lot of glancing at your feet too."

"Must be seeing my unknown twin because I've not been doing neither."

Which was true—upon getting to his place of work, he had a good kick in his step and was close to whistling. After using a small bit of his Telepathy, to see if his parents were asleep, and if his sister was where she was suppose to be, he grabbed his work bag then escaped the house via his bedroom window. Since August of last year, he was leaving the house at 11 o'clock each Monday, Wedsnesday, Friday, and Saturday night; his destination wasn't to see a girl, or to meet someone who was selling drugs, or to get into trouble. His hours at the Die Heiß und Hastig were from eleven to around seven—he slipped out unnoticed, then work until around 7:15 or so, then clock-out and go home; the act of his pulling a fast one in sliding under the covers, then feigning his being asleep, would happen next. This act of his hadn't been in-stone right from the onslaught of his being hired to work the club. While it was a formulated plan, and one that he started doing right after being hired to do what he did at the club, it didn't always go like this and he wasn't always confident in it working out. It took him weeks to get confident on it, and to perfect it.

When the old man and Eshal moved into the house, he started to feel a bit unconfident in his plan continuing without fault. After the first few days of his going to work, he started to calm down then, a week or so after they moved in, he started using his Telepathy to ensure that they were where they were suppose to be and doing what they were suppose to be doing—which was lying on either a bed or couch and being asleep. While still a little unconfident in his plan continuing without a hitch, he was going on in his routine and making the money that his family depended on.

As far as he knew, his father was unaware of his going out after Light's Out. Except for the general noting of his being sleepy on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday morning, he had shown no interest in wanting to stay up past the hour when everyone went to bed, or wanting to know what he really did at work. Since he knew it was going to come up one day, he met and then befriended someone in the mall that was in the Ettlinger Tor Shopping Center, which was both in the city of Karlsruhe and where the Die Heiß und Hastig was. He and his buddy, who co-owned a shop in the mall, had set-up a scheme that revolved around his working in his establishment—a falsified document, that said he worked for the store, what his hours were, what days of the week he was suppose to be in for work, and his work history, was drawn up right after they got in with one another real good, and after he exposed his little issue. He and his buddy were just two months in on their friendship but they were pretty thick—so much so that he even called the house for normal, friend-based talk! He was pretty sure that the ruse would work if anything came up on anyone in his family needing a confirmation on what he really did during the hours that he was away from the house and supposedly working.

The idea of changing his workstation—of quitting the Die Heiß und Hastig, then working at his buddy's place—had never crossed his mind. He liked what he was doing, he preferred to do what he was, and he liked the better in quantity paycheck that he got from what he was doing. While he spun yarns on his being a cashier at some location—like the Walmart that was located in Green River, Wyoming—in the past, he had no intention of being employed to do that chore; he thought that one who was on the workforce should best stick to what they had experience in doing and, since he had five years of being a male stripper—or dancer, as he called it—under his belt, he figured that this was the best bet for him to go by in finding and keeping work. The pay was better than grand, the adrenaline rush was good, and, while the cash-flow sometimes dropped or wasn't always assured, he made more than enough to help his family get along each month.

"Prob'bly blue because I showed up tonight, and because I brought in two hundred more than he." Rémy De Sauveterre, a typical French man, who had fair to light skin, and short, brown hair, that was set in a braided undercut, said. The twinkle, that was in his light green eyes, and the way that he was holding his slightly pointy chin, told them that he was joking.

"Nah, €250 is a fine paycheck to be taking home." Lhaklar said.

"Willing to bank on his finding himself having to fork most of what he gets each night that he works here to that man that's living with him and his family." Aldric Schulze, a tall, thirty year old man who had a reddish tinge to his dark hair, and piercing, black eyes, said after coming into the locker room.

"That it? In order to "soothe" Mr. Irene, you're giving him half of your paycheck?" Anton asked.

"Nope, all that I make goes to where its suppose to and is spent on what its usually spent on—which is the bills, and what's needed for the pantry." Lhaklar replied.

"He and his girlfriend must be having trouble, then." Kristof Rothbauer, a short, brown-haired man, who had icy blue eyes, said.

"You guys are insane," Lhaklar smiled, then shook his head. "Except for a rather annoying older sister, everything at home is going well."

"Oh, so we have a confirmation on who it is that gets half of your paycheck?" Aldric chuckled.

"She's very fast in jumping on me! The second I get home, she charges then practically tears my wallet from me. All of what I make is then spent on hair-care products and other feminine items." Lhaklar joked.

"Sick the polizei on her and fast, man!" Rémy said.

"We have a hearing this coming Tuesday so stay tuned—you might see her on the news, being herded away in cuffs and being forced to belch out all of what she's taken from me these past two months." Lhaklar said.

Up to when Ambros Kloppenburg came into the room, they continued with their joking. When the man, who was both very obese and highly-tempered, entered the room, they went quiet then went on to disrobing from the clothes that they wore while being on the dance floor. Ambros, who was very keen in speaking lowly of anyone who was under the age of twenty-five, and was apt to snap at the younger of his fellow co-dancers when they danced when he did for their "stealing his show", looked around the room once before going towards his locker. Lhaklar, who wore the formal items that a butler would, disrobed from what he was wearing, then donned what he was wearing before hitting the stage, then grabbed his bag and left the building. While on the way out of the building, he reminded himself that his adoptive brother's birthday was eight days away, and that he just gained the required revenue for the item that he wanted to purchase for him—with this being the second birthday that Guyunis had shared while being with him and his family, and with this also being the first birthday that Guyunis had shared with them while being under a civilized setting, he was hoping to try to wow him with something that'd not only say that he was an official brother to him but that might get his mind off the things that were currently happening under their roof.

His response pertaining to how things were going at home was actually very truthful—except for Eshal's near-constant antics, everything was going well. Except for the few hours that occurred on the fifteenth, where his father came home looking all in a bind, the man was backing down on him and his brothers and seemed to be somewhat favorable towards how they went by life. Hazaar and Lazeer, just the other day, resumed the play of their favorite Super Dendy game and he never broke out in a sweat about it nor went to turn the system, or tv, off after a set of narrative was heard that included cursing in it. A little bit of hot water was experienced when Bile and Guyunis decided to break open one of the games that were combatible with the Atari XE game system, which was also in the living room. Blue Max, a scrolling shooter game, was one of their favorite games to dual-play and it just so happened that, when they were playing it the day following the old man's return from wherever he went, he snapped at them for their usage of suckas and bastard—Guyunis said suckas after downing a few fleets that were about to take him down while Bile said bastard after Guyunis "cheated" his way past him to beat one of the level's boss airplanes.

Guyunis, despite looking a little unnerved by being snapped at, had stayed in the room and continued to play the game with Bile, who wasn't all that bothered by being snapped at. It was nice to see that Guyunis was spending time in the same room that the old man was in and it was also nice to see that he was resuming the old way that he was living. Guyunis had yet to have any real conversations with the old man but, judging by the look that he was getting on his face—the old curiosity look that one got when the wheels were turning and something was wanted to be done but the one who harbored the body was too afraid to voice or do it—, it wouldn't be long before one actually did happen.

What surprised them was the fact that Eshal was now gunning for Lazeer. While she was still annoying him and Hazaar, it seemed that she was now more interested in annoying Lazeer... and destroying certain things of his that he was either building, had built, or had around his room. Another issue with the music being played "too loud" was encountered on the 15th and 17th; Hazaar had since taken to putting the room Silencer spell on his room to prevent their sister from hearing his music; Lazeer really should of followed by example—it would of saved some of the models that were hanging from his ceiling. During the late-morning hours of June 15, Lazeer, who had just gotten through building his model of a wrecked pirate boat, and then started working on his crashed plane model, was listening to UB40, a British reggae and pop band that was around from 1978 to the early twenty-first century, when Eshal slammed the door to his room open then started screaming at him about his music. Lazeer was too freaked to not adhere to her demand in turning his music off. An hour to two hours later, a repeat was encountered—Bob Marley was playing, and the stereo that was in their youngest brother's room was set to level five; Eshal, along with slamming the door to the room open, had pulled two of Lazeer's ceiling-adorned models down in her trek to his stereo. Lazeer had both beat her to it and prevented her from touching it; despite this, he wasn't able to prevent her from stomping on one of the models that were pulled from his ceiling. Lazeer never got an apology from her on his models being pulled from where they were or from her stepping on and then destroying one of them; by way of a repairing spell, he was able to save that model. Both models were returned to his room's ceiling about fifteen to twenty minutes later.

On the 17th, when he was listening to some music by Phyllis Dillon, a Jamaican rocksteady and reggae singer who was around from the late 1960's to the early 2000's, and trying to work on his model some more, a near-similar encounter occurred—instead of just barging into Lazeer's bedroom, then going towards his stereo, and ripping the hanging models from his ceiling in the process, Eshal came in then rushed over to him. She, as shocking as it was to believe, had jabbed their youngest brother in the chest. Since he wasn't at home at the time, he got the scoop from Hazaar on what happened after their brother's chest was jabbed at. Eshal, who was obviously trying to take a nap, but who didn't tell anyone about it, had swiped her hand at the model that Lazeer was building after assaulting his chest with her finger. All of the parts to their brother's model were flung from his desk; their father was fast in getting on Eshal but, from what Hazaar told him, she didn't take any of what he said in. She gave their brother a halfway meant apology. Their father was the one who restored the model to the way it was before Eshal decided to swipe it from the desk that it was on.

"She dedicated a quarter of the sixteenth and yesterday to driving me and Hazaar crazy; the rest of them days, she was either concentrative towards Lazeer or using her cellular or hanging around mom." he thought before quieting his mind on that subject so to think of the house that he and his family lived in and then teleport to it.

It continued to snow for all of two days before stopping. A warm spell was experienced on the sixteenth, which caused most of the snow that was on the ground to melt and then evaporate into the atmosphere, then, like a cruel slap to the face, the heat came in. With it being in the high nineties where he and his family were living, none of them wanted to go out for long—a small scare was received for the people who lived in south Germany yesterday afternoon. Somehow, a "cold breeze" settled over the area, which caused two to three medium to large-scale tornadoes to form and then reek havoc on certain parts of the country. The old man was more than glued to the tv because of it and, with Hazaar being the storm-nut that he was, so was he. The snow, in his location, was all gone now; judging by the breeze that was being felt, and the sky looking the way it did, it looked like the area's present sentient and animal life were going to experience another stress-filled day that may or may not involve tornadoes.

After appearing before the house, he spell-sent his bag to his room—he use to send it to the "Son Cave" but, with the old man and Eshal using that room, it was just too risky to send it there and then collect and take it up to his room without having one or the other stop and then ask him what was in it... or go down to the room before he had a chance to do so then find the bag and start sifting through it. Once his bag was in his room, he jabbed his arms at the ground that was under his feet; once the ground pillar rose, and he was catapulted to his bedroom window, he rose his arms. After his forward motion carried him halfway up the house, and his hands settled around the exterior window sill that was outside of his bedroom, he pulled himself up then pushed his window open.

His window, on the nights when he was scheduled to go to work, was always unlocked when he left the house. This was no different last night, when he escaped the house to go to the club. Once his window was open, he pulled his top half into his room then used his legs to get the other half in—this routine of his use to be clumsy but, after a week or two, it got easier to do. With his having to pull himself into his room, his arms and legs had gotten stronger, so he was now able to lift himself with little to no trouble. Once he was in his room, he took his shirt off then went towards the door. The act of sliding the shirt under the door's crack was done quickly, as was his turning the room's light on and then going to close the bedroom window—once these three tasks were done, he grabbed his bag then walked it to the closet then started undressing. He put his PJ bottoms on, then turned the light off, then slid under the covers of his bed; unlike the other mornings that he came home from work, where he slept for around half an hour before being aroused by Bile's alarm, he found himself as not being that tired. From his return home, to Bile's alarm going off, he just stared at the ceiling.

"Dad," Eshal said almost immediately after getting dressed then doing her routine in the upstairs bathroom. Her father was just now leaving the room that he shared with her mother the night before; though giving a small grumble over being stopped, he turned to look at her. She automatically knew that he was going to be a little more grumpier than the previous mornings that they spent under the roof of the home that they were in. "My phone's out of minutes, can you get me enough for—"

"You know my policy, Eshal." TazirVile said.

"Yes but—"

"No but's, Eshal." TazirVile said.

"Can I use yours, then?"

"No."

"Dad!"

Female teenagers did seem to have a habit out of using the minutes that were on their phones before the middle-part of a month; while he knew this, he also knew that it was best to keep his daughter's plan to what it was over adding more to it. Unlike he, who had unlimited minutes on his cellular, Eshal had a total of fifteen hundred on hers—which should last her to either the final or the next to final day of the month. With his being a conqueror, and his cellular number being in possession of more than fifty people who took care of the various governments that he inacted in his conquered realms, he had to have unlimited minutes on his—for all he knew, business might need to be squared away on his phone and those almost always lapsed for more than twenty minutes. Eshal was a teenager, so she didn't need unlimited minutes or more than what she already had on her phone; he and she had spoken on the issue of how much she used her phone, and on what was to happen if her minutes ran out because of her continuous use of the thing, so she should automatically know that he wasn't to budge from where he stood on how many minutes she received each month for her plan.

Cellulars, while around during his childhood and teenage years, were more for the adults' use than for the children. He was allowed to look at, and question his father's phone, but he wasn't allowed to touch or use it. Up to when the loan was removed from one of Gamma Vile's banks, he hadn't had a cellular or any plans to grow concerned with. After gaining a cellular, he had the basic plan of twelve hundred minutes, which he very barely used back then. It was only after his conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy occurred that he got himself the unlimited plan—a meeting via cellular, which came very close to zapping his phone of all its minutes, was what caused him to make the switch in plans. After Eshal turned fourteen hundred years old, he purchased the very phone that she was using and then added the plan that she had to it. Along with lapsing on her minutes several times, she always came to him asking for more to be added to it so she could continue with its use. The answer was always the same; the same went when the question was asked on whether she could use his phone to call or text her friends.

He didn't know how it was with male teenagers and phones but, sometime after the move to Moas was done, he would gain the knowledge of what it was like—he had plans to purchase five phones and then incorporate the same plans on them after they were fully settled under his roof. Going by how Baruk, his brother's young son, who was born both a few minutes after Lhaklar and in the same bed and room that Lhaklar was, and Phaggo, his mother and stepfather's teenage son, were with their phones, he thought that he might not have to worry about the phones' minutes lapsing. Baruk was either kept too busy in training, or preferred to go over and spend actual time with his friends, or used the landline phones in his father's house, to use the whole of his plan's minutes and Phaggo, while also all of them things, only used his phone when it was absolutely neccessary.

"Bile," he said while passing the oldest of the five boys in the house.

"Pop," Bile returned.

Except for that, neither he nor his son spoke a word more to one another. They went on their ways as if neither of them had spoken or were in the same house. The bathroom, that he was walking into, and which seemed to be newly vacated, was in good working order except for one thing. The floor consisted of light brown, hexigon porcelain tile; the walls and ceiling were a faint brown color; and the toilet and sink basin matched the color scheme well. Everything that acted as an accessory to the room matched the room's colors—the toilet had a decorative floral seat and lid on it, and had a light brown rug before it; there was a medium-brown curtain on the bathtub's rod; the light brown mat, that was before the tub, matched the rug that was before the toilet well.

The medicine cabinet, that was above the bathroom sink, had two, stainless steel towel rails beside it that contained all of what his secondborn son used on his hair. The cup, that was to the right of the sink, was a dark tan color that, again, matched the room's colors; the green bar of soap, that was on the copper-plated soap tray, that was above the cup, may look to not match the room's color scheme but its intended purpose caused him to overlook it. Beside the cup, there was a newly open tube of fresh mint toothpaste—again, while it didn't look to match the room's colors, he looked past it due to its intended and very important purpose.

The copper-plated toothbrush holder, that was under the medicine cabinet, was the thing that wasn't in good working order. There were a total of eight toothbrushes in the thing and all of them looked to be warring with one another for containment space. The toothbrush, that was to the holder's left side, and closest to the wall, was his wife's; it was purple and white. The toothbrush that was in front of his wife's belonged to Bile; along with being blue and white, it had a flexible neck. Lhaklar's toothbrush, which was rubber handled and green in color, was in front of Bile's. The toothbrush, that was on the holder's right side, and closest to the wall, was Hazaar's; it was both normal and red in color. Lazeer's yellow-colored toothbrush, which had a curved handle, was in front of Hazaar's. The final toothbrush, that was in the holder's appointed slots, was Guyunis's; it was red and black. Lying across the toothbrush holder were his and Eshal's toothbrushes—his was a striped, burgundy and white color while Eshal's was solid pink; while his had rippled bristles on it, Eshal's had normal bristles.

After entering the room, he used his toothbrush then emptied his bladder before leaving then going downstairs. On this morning, he was forced to not do his usual in going off to use the bathroom after getting up; his wife allowed him to oversleep, which caused him to be in a big hurry after waking—he was able to get in a shower before the kids woke up but he wasn't able to do anything else. With there being only two bathrooms in the house, and with there being eight people in here, the chore of using the bathroom after everyone woke up wasn't very nerve or trouble-free. He was slowly getting use to the act of he and his family living in a house that was this small and with there being only two bathrooms to accommodate everyone; with his mansion on Moas, there was a lot more room to move around and breathe in and, with he and his wife having a room that had an adjoined bathroom in it, they had more privacy and didn't have to play the waiting game. While understanding the reason to why he and his family were still on Earth, and while wanting the time to go slow so that reason could be achieved in a normal sense, he still had a desire for the remaining months to go by quicker—being able to resume his old life, and having his family on Moas, where he could always see and be involved in their raising, sounded like a better than grand idea to him and he was looking forward to when it happened.

Meow

"Stuck again?" TazirVile said after coming upon the cat that was owned by his wife's adopted son.

This was the second day in a row that he found himself as coming across the small creature during the early morning hours. Like with the times that he scooped her up yesterday, he found himself doing it again today. Unless Guyunis was around to tend to matters of picking the animal up, and then carry her up or down the stairs, it was he who had a heart in helping her to the level that she wanted to be on. The cat made no motion in showing her displeasure in being handled by him; once she was picked up, then cradled in his arm, she went mostly still—her head, as always, pivoted up to look at him while he took her to the level that she looked to have an interest in being on. To him, the animal looked healthy but her legs were still right short for her age and, thanks to that, she couldn't get around like a normal feline.

The idea of asking Guyunis if he had ever gotten or taken her to see a vet had crossed his mind yesterday but, with the tornadic activity going on down south of them, he hadn't done it. While he was sure that she was a "mutt"—an animal that came from an unknown ancestry, or from many breed distinctions, and had more than one characteristic from each breed—, he had a feeling that she was unique. The color was nice, as was the animal's coarse hair, but what got him was the fact that she had a two-tone face and different colored eyes. Like Eshal, he had never seen an animal that had different colored eyes, or that's head was bi-colored, before. He was sly in asking his brother on the subject a few days ago and he came back by saying no—while conversation with the family that were now relocated to the M-51 Galaxy was slow in getting underway, it was now being done each day; of the people in his family, the only ones that he had yet to hear from were his father, grandfather, Trobrencus and his family, and Rubacon and his family. Curiously, when he asked Kuruk if he had heard anything from their grandfather, he said that he hadn't heard nor seen a thing of him since he and his returned home. While Kuruk had spoken with their father, he mentioned that he was acting rather standoffish and seemed to not want to be bothered by anyone—if he had to make any guesses on what was going on with him, he'd bank of the man being upset over his father playing the Eluse Game with everyone.

With his mansion having many staircases in it, and many hallways that were either long or short, the cat was going to have a lot of territory to explore... and was probably going to be growing exhausted very fast, and be unable to either go down the length of them longer hallways or present staircases. With his staff knowing about her, one of them might help her in getting to where she wanted to go, or alert her owner to her being "trapped" somewhere in the house and needing help to get to her destination. With knowing how dogs were with cats, he was almost certain that the house, and the many things that were in it, wasn't going to remain the way it was for long after the move was made.

"Heh'go, Miss. Feline." he said after descending the stairs then placing the cat, which he still couldn't get the name of right, down. As of the last week, he was just calling her Miss. Feline—while he knew that Guyunis was annoyed over his calling her that, it was better for him to call her that over his continuously getting her name wrong. The cat gave her tail a flick then went towards the dining room... when she went between the legs of her owner, who was both standing before the dining room and looking right at him, and who probably saw him both carrying and putting her down, he was fast in blinking his eyes.

He had picked up on a few things these past few weeks on Guyunis and one of them revolved around the nicknames that he was called. If Guyunis wasn't called by his actual name, he was called G, Guy, or Guykins; Bile seemed to be the only one to call him Numbskull—which, ironically, was the name that he was heard calling the boy on the night of October 23 and, ironically, was what caused Kuruk and some of the other members of the now defunct Rastatter Rheinaue "alien" camp to think that he was Triskull's son. While Triskull, the second oldest of his older brother's sons, and another nephew of his, was calling and talking to him, he had yet to ask anything on the boy who use to be thought of as his son—his nephew was enjoying the fact of his being able to resume his formerly abandoned life, and was looking forward to this hunting tournament that was to take place in a few weeks. While the others in his family, that he heard from these past few weeks, have asked about Guyunis, he was vague in telling them how he was and how things were going in his becoming acquainted with him.

With Guyunis staring at him the way he was, he figured that he best go forward and use one of the names that he was commonly called.

"Morning, G." he said after coming up then halfway passing the boy.

Except for making a sound deep within his throat, the boy backed away from him then turned and went towards his cat, who he promptly picked up then started "inspecting" for injuries. While he was still sure that it'd take less than six months for the boy to completely cool down around him, and to quit acting like he was out to get him, and to stop thinking that he was a monster, he also knew that he had a ways to go—while Guyunis was starting to grow curious about him, he was still very apprehensive towards him.

After going into the dining room, he went straight to the kitchen then made himself a cup of coffee. He spoke to his wife, then gave her a kiss, then turned to go back to the dining room. Unlike most of the mornings that he and his family had spent under this roof, he found that it was his wife who was making and then bringing the plates to the table. He and his family ate in silence for around half of the meal before any sort of conversation was sparked.

"Take it that we're to try to head out and do Boy Mischief today, boys?" his wife asked the male teenage members that were present at the table.

"As long as the sky doesn't grow a penis, yes." Lazeer was the first to respond to her question.

"Lazeer!" Eshal exclaimed.

"What?" Lazeer smiled before digging his fork into his half-eaten pancake.

"Since it didn't have any balls, can't really call what came from the sky a penis," Bile said.

"If i-k-ts okay with you, mum, I'd like to go ou-k-t and do some hun-k-ting with Bile today." Guyunis said.

"Oh, so when did you, Bile, ask for permission to go out to hunt?" Angel asked her oldest son.

"Bastard beat me to mentioning what I was planning on doing today!" Bile knocked his elbow into Guyunis's ribs lightly, and playfully. "Since it's already out there, may I and may I take Numbskull with me?"

"Yes and the same goes with the both of you—stay inside the shield and come back in one piece."

"Got some plans to take care of today in town then hoping, with your good graces, I can tag-along with Astor and Seth to Molsheim." Lhaklar said.

"France?"

"Yes,"

"What are the three of you planning on doing once you're there?" TazirVile asked.

"Check out the town, and the girls that either live or walk around there, and do some fishing in the Bruche river." Lhaklar replied.

"Absolutely not!" Eshal snapped. Her mother, followed by her father, placed their utensils down then looked at her. "What? With his just saying that he's going there to "check out the girls", he doesn't need to go there."

"It was a joke." Lhaklar said.

"How's mam and dad suppose to know that your "joke" isn't actual intent?"

"Want to call Astor's father? Mr. Bonnaire wouldn't let Astor go to Molsheim if he was planning on fooling around, and the same with Seth's stepfather." Lhaklar said.

"No. Knowing how distrustful your friends are, they probably lied to get their folks off their backs on what they're really hoping to do and, knowing you, you're trying to do the same with ours." Eshal shot.

"Fuck you, man!" Lhaklar said after two minutes of silence occurred at the table.

"Eshal! Lhaklar! That's enough." TazirVile snapped. "Lhaklar, since your mother will be at work, and won't want to be bothered by any sort of trouble that you or your brothers create while you're out and about, think as long as you have something that'll aid me in keeping in contact with you you can go out with your friends."

"Agreed." Angel said.

"As always, I'll have my communicator on me. Frequency ten is what you want for both you and me to be able to talk." Lhaklar said. His voice was very clouded with disgust, which was targeted towards one select individual—his sister.

"Probably stay at home for a while. Use the weights down in "The Cave" for a while, then play a video game or two, before heading out for some fresh air." Hazaar said.

"Hang out with Eli." Lazeer said.

"You're not hanging out with the Kassmeyers today?" Angel asked her youngest son.

"Kiefer has Bronchitis, and Killian's grounded." Lazeer replied.

"Good reason for him to not be hanging around neither today." TazirVile thought.

"Eshal, what're you planning on doing today?" Angel asked her adopted daughter.

"Stay here." Eshal was fast in saying.

"You've been staying inside for a while now, don't you think its time for you to go outside? Meet some people, and make some friends of your own, or check into the town that you and your father will be living near for the next five and a half months?" Angel asked.

"Nope."

"Tazir, take it that you're going to do your usual today?" Angel asked her husband after sighing at her daughter's decision in what she wanted to do today.

"Unless the weather is like it was yesterday, I'll probably leave the house to walk around the back. Afterwards, I'll do some time in the boys' "Cave" before sitting down to my usual perch." TazirVile replied.

"With the exception of Eshal, sounds like we've all got a good arrangement of things to do today." Angel said before returning to her breakfast.

With the exception of her speaking to Eshal, and trying to persuade her into changing her plans for the day, she spoke no more on what was to happen today. She finished her breakfast, then cleaned the dishes that she ate from and with, then collected her stuff and left the house. She was leaving the driveway at the same time that Lhaklar was leaving the house; along with having two regular bags with him, he had his sister following at his elbow. As much as she did hate to admit it, Eshal was starting to worry her. Her daughter, instead of doing as the boys were in going out and making use of her time on the planet, was staying at home too much for her liking. She was also creating more than enough fights in the house. Tazir was doing his side of the "agreement" in keeping at her, and in trying to keep peace in the house while she was away, but she feared that he was turning a blind eye to what was going on with Eshal.

Eshal, from the time she was awake to the time she went to bed, was either writing in her diary, or listening to the music that she purchased while being in the community center, or using her cellular. From what she heard, Eshal's minutes were up on her phone so one of her three interests weren't available to her anymore; she worried that, now that the phone wasn't able to be used, her daughter was going to be extra abrasive with the boys. She really did hope that Eshal would pop out of her shell then start going out and making use of her time; it was going to be a very boring five and a half months if she didn't.

She was slow in driving past the house; after seeing that her daughter had pulled Lhaklar to a stop, then started speaking to him, and was making a few heated gestures while doing so, she came close to both stopping and then turning the car around. She continued on, though. Someone had to bring in money for the family and she did have to be at U-Krop-It on time. After seeing that Lhaklar was pulling up alongside her right when she was stopped at the three-way intersection that was present before their neighborhood, she sighed then raised her hand at him; he signaled that he saw her by waving his own at her then went down the street that he needed to traverse in order to get to the part of town that his unknown business was about to be done in.

Though curious about what he was to do in town, she told herself to trust him and to not worry but so much on what he was doing. Lhaklar, much like her other sons, Guyunis included, knew better than to do drugs or gallivant with the ladies that roamed in or around the areas that they lived in. They could smoke the regular things that a normal, non-drug using person smoked but they couldn't do either of them two other things. After seeing her son going towards the far right side of Elchesheim-Illingen, she went on her way to her workplace; as a way to put some of her conscience at rest over what was going on at home with her daughter and sons, she turned the radio on.

"Hopefully, the weather won't be too bad today. And it won't stop Lhaklar, or his brothers, from doing as they want to." she thought when she was about a mile and a half away from her place of work.