AN: As usual, I own nada.

As Everett Thomas walked towards the headmaster's office, he pondered his current assignment. All Mr. Cassidy had told him was that he was needed to give a tour. This was odd, he thought, but then he considered his current teammates. Since Paige and Monet were busy studying, that really only left him for the part. He looked at the couple standing in front of him, and put on a friendly smile,

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez, my name is Everett Thomas, and I'll be showing you around today." They smiled back at him, a bit reserved, but they both shook the hand he'd offered politely. Synch could have sworn he felt something odd when the man's hand touched his, but refrained from commenting on it. He tried to make some small talk as they started making their way through the school.

"And this is our recreation room, we'll meet up in here and play games. Or watch movies, like some of the students are right now." He motioned to the good sized television, which was currently playing a movie. He turned to lead them out, as a man in the movie called out,

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die." Everett smiled, that movie was definitely a classic. Sometimes he could swear that Jubes had that one memorized. She'd made him watch it with her at least ten times since the school had opened. He continued showing them the grounds. When the tour concluded, the couple thanked him and left. He saw them out, and watched them head to a pick-up truck that had definitely seen better days. He went back inside, as his ears picked up the sound of a ruckus brewing. He shook his head, at least the trouble had waited until he was finished.

Rube and Roxy were sitting quietly in the truck, discussing the tour, and more importantly their tour guide. Rube glanced down at his watch, five minutes. That was all the time Everett Synch Thomas had left in this life.

"Seems to be a nice enough kid. Shouldn't give you too much trouble, I don't think." Roxy snorted at that.

"Yeah, until he dies and realizes all the shit he's going to have to deal with. Then we'll see. Well, I will at least." They watched and waited for Rube's lights.

Meanwhile, back in Seattle, George was reading the note Rube had left for her.

"Fuck! Goddamn it!" Mason and Daisy looked at her curiously. George seemed to be really upset with whatever that note said. "Damn it, Rube!"

"Well, don't keep us in bloody suspense, George. What the fuck's got your knickers in a twist?" Mason's British accent cut into her thoughts. She looked at him, a mixture of emotions. She was seriously pissed at Rube. How could he not tell her? And now Roxy was going to be in charge? She sat down heavily,

"Rube's done. He's doing his last reap, probably right now. Until Roxy gets back with the new guy, I've got the post-its. FUCK! Why didn't he tell me in person at least? Asshole." She nearly pounded their assigned reaps on the table in front of them. "Don't fuck up." She got up and left, leaving Mason and Daisy to stare at each other, both dumbfounded.

Back in Snow Valley, Rube and Roxy stared at the school. When the time had run out, there had been a huge explosion. Roxy frowned,

"Okay, I did not expect that." Rube nodded, clearly distracted by the bright lights that had appeared by the school.

"You'd better find your new reaper, Roxy. My ride is here. It's been good knowing you." Roxy nodded, suddenly not trusting her voice. Despite her reputation for being a hard-ass, she still had feelings. Rube's leaving was hard on her, and it was going to be rough on George as well. They'd discussed that on the drive here. She watched as her former boss stepped out of the truck, walking towards the lights that every reaper wanted to get. She sighed as she got out herself, she still had a job to do.

Roxy made her way inside the school, looking for the young man that had showed them around. She finally found him trying to talk to his schoolmates and teacher. He wasn't having any luck, and was clearly getting discouraged. She came up next to him, whispering softly,

"Everett?" Hearing his name, he spun around. Relief showed on his face as he realized she saw him.

"Oh, thank you. I thought I was, you know."

"Dead? Yeah, you are. I'm the only one who can see or hear you. Come with me, we've got a lot to talk about."

"Leave? But I can't leave, I'm not dead, I'm too young." Roxy grimaced, she didn't want to drag him to the truck, but if she had to, she would. It wasn't too difficult, especially since no one else could see them leaving. It was one of the nifty things about dealing with a newly dead soul, most people just didn't pay you any attention. Roxy liked it that way, it made life much easier.

"We're going. Now." She gripped his arm firmly and led him, still protesting out the door. He finally stopped when they reached the truck.

"Hey, where'd the other guy go? The one with you?"

"That was Rube, he was dead too. The man finally got to move on. I've been dead for nearly twenty years. Now, just sit there while I explain everything to you." Roxy was suddenly grateful for the long drive home. There was a lot to talk about. She started explaining about reapers and what they do. They eventually made it back to Seattle, and she drove straight to Der Waffle Haus.

"This is where we all meet. Come on in, and you'll meet the rest of us."

More to come later.