A year and some later,

After the Open House.

. . .

"I'm gonna do it Bridget, just try to stop me!" Alexy declared as they walked home after school.

"Stop you from doing what, exactly?" Bridget asked, giving Alexy a confused look. Alexy quickened his step a little to stand in front of her- perfectly stopping the both of them from walking further.

"I know where Kentin lives." Alexy started. Bridget gave him a funny look and folded her arms, but said nothing. Alexy took this as a sign to continue, "So tonight, I'm going to steal him in his sleep, lock him away in my basement, then keep him overnight and no one will be none the wiser."

"Okay..." Bridget started as she unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips, "What do you plan on doing to Kentin in your basement?"

"I... haven't thought about it yet." Alexy admitted.

"And how come I have a faint feeling this will involve me in some way?" Bridget then said, shifting her weight to the right.

"You see," Alexy started to say with a lowered voice, "I have reason to believe the Kentin has a single-target sexuality."

"Oh?" Bridget asked with a bemused look. "And who (or what) is this 'single-target'?"

"You." Alexy immediately said without missing a beat. Bridget's face then screwed itself into a multitude of different expressions but never settling on just one to show prominent. As amusing as Alexy found it, he decided to continue explaining his plan.

"Which is why I'll need you to help me lure Kentin out of his bed and into my basement."

Bridget looked Alexy over, then walked past him.

"No, no, no! Bridge come back! It'll work!" Alexy called out as Bridget walked away.

"I have no doubt it will," Bridget hollered back, not stopping for a minute, "I'm just not going to pay your bail when you get caught!"

"Please Bridget!" Alexy shouted, finding that he had to jog a bit to catch up with her again. "Do it for love!"

. . .

Kentin gently touched the hunter's outfit he had from the Open House play. He remembered how he had protected Bridget for the first -and so far only- time. But that was all an act, it wasn't a real situation that could have hurt her somehow- but it made him remember the mission he had given himself a year back. The actual improv he used, however, likely didn't need to happen in retrospect. But that was when his memory decided to crash back into him with the full-on violence of being run over by a truck.

He didn't help her out much during the Deborah arc because he was still trying to test if Bridget was the same as before. She hadn't changed too much, really, which made Kentin very grateful. Bridget also hung around Alexy often which made things more of a convenience after Kentin had found a friend in Armin. The four of them didn't spend much time together though. Alexy liked to take Bridget shopping around the same time Armin wanted Kentin to join him for GTA 5 or NBA Live 15. As much as Kentin loved throwing the controller up the wall for the umpteenth time while Armin made it seem easy, some times he just wanted to go with Alexy and Bridget to see what they were like unmanned at the local mall.

Knowing Alexy, it was likely very frightening.

Kentin needed a plan; something that would make Bridget realize that he always had her back. Thinking back on the Deborah episodes with a tinge of regret, Kentin was almost confident that Bridget thought less of him because no one was on her side during that time. He should have- but he didn't. Maybe he could covertly ask Rosalya what Bridget liked. The only thing wrong with that plan as far as Kentin was sure of was Rosalya herself. Still, he was going to think of something; even if he didn't know what he'd think of.

Eventually, Kentin went with asking Rosalya any way. Surprisingly, her answer was rather simple;

"Take her to the boardwalk- they have carnival stuff there all year."

Kentin's initial reaction was to stare at Bridget's flamboyant friend.

"Are you sure?" Kentin asked, almost certain there was more to what Rosalya was letting on.

"Bridget's basic." Rosalya said with a faint eye roll. "She'd love it even if things went incredibly wrong. Even you couldn't mess it up."

"Gee, thanks." Kentin told her. It was an idea though- and Kentin was going to take it no matter how simple it seemed.