The Johnsons, who were worried sick about Tim, were quite surprised to see him walking through their door.
"Weren't you in the hospital with a coma just a mere few hours ago?" Marcy asked.
"I healed," Tim said simply. He didn't feel the need to explain everything to them. Apparently, the Johnsons got the message and only nodded. Tim felt that this was the time to also inform them of his departure.
"I'm heading out to Maycomb for business bright tomorrow evening. Permanently. I know that this is less than ideal, but I have made up my mind and found it to be a very beneficial opportunity. Feel free to say your goodbyes now," Tim informed.
Harry and Marcy smiled at each other then looked at Tim, who raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Oh, that won't be necessary," Marcy began. "That young man from the corporation informed us of this news so we packed and want to come with you!"
Tim was taken aback. That little piece of worm-ridden filth, he would do this, he thought to himself.
"But, uh… don't you have things here you have to tend to?" Tim asked.
"Oh, no," piped in Harry. "We've been meandering from city to city in search of a job and to find a dog or baby to adopt. None of them have adoption centers, isn't that curious?"
"Well, then, since I don't see any other alternative, or other way to get rid of you, feel free to tag along," Tim said.
Tim found himself actually quite happy to see the Johnsons coming along in the end. He realized that he would have missed them if they hadn't wanted to come, for some strange reason. For the rest of that day, he packed his belongings and helped the Johnsons pack theirs. The next day came by quickly, and, without further adieu, they left.
"So, what do you think?" Scott Dansel asked. Tim was standing behind him, seeing that anybody had enough nerve to let this scum be in his sight again.
In front of them was a semi-luxurious house that was near the town center of Maycomb, Alabama. It was blue and had a beautifully trimmed green lawn, three bed rooms, an office for Tim to do his work, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, and a social area with a shelf of books.
"Well, I think it's fantastic!" Marcy said, marveling the new house. "What do you think, dear?"
"Yes, it's fantastic," Harry added. "What do you think, Tim?"
Tim was silent. Everyone turned to look at him, expecting an answer. He looked at nobody, and everyone was wondering what had happened when he spoke.
"OUT!" he yelled. "OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AND YOUR FILTHY CAPITALISM ANYWHERE NEAR ME, YOU UNDERSTAND?" He looked at Scott with a vulture's eye and burning hatred. "LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN! DO YOU HEAR ME? AND IF YOU SO DO BRING YOUR DIRTY CARCASS HERE EVER AGAIN, I WILL MAUL YOU TO DEATH WHERE YOU STAND!"
Scott, whose face turned pale, wasted no time handing Harry the deed and Tim's assignments from the boss and hurrying out.
Maycomb turned out to be a very nice town. Harry was able to get a job driving a bus from Mobile and back, and it paid enough for the mortgage. Meanwhile, Marcy became a house maiden around the town and gained a respectful reputation. She made friends with another house maiden named Calpurnia and also people such as Miss Maudie Atkinson and Stephanie Crawford. She even joined Calpurnia's church and attended a knitting club every Thursday night. Tim, in the meanwhile, explained he had no interest in meeting these people and wanted time to himself and his work. One day, Marcy encouraged Tim to visit the neighborhood while she attended a tea party hosted by Stephanie. Tim declined with a snarl, but agreed just to stop by and say hello to the guests at the party.
Marcy and Tim approached the door and Stephanie answered.
"Oh, Marcy, it is so good to see you! And you brought your dog! Oh, he's such a cute thing. Who's a good boy, who's a good boy?" She began to make cherubic faces at Tim.
"Excuse me, Ms. Kismet, but if all you're going to do is stand there prattling like a fool then I'll leave since I have more important business to handle."
Stephanie's eyes widened and looked up at Marcy, who gave a sly grin.
"He just… but, what? You talked!" Stephanie exclaimed, at a loss of words.
"I hope I did, and I hope you got the message. Now please, if you could speed this up I would love to get back to my duties. My boss wants this finance bill by tomorrow and I'm not even half way down with it."
Stephanie invited the two and all the ladies' eyes turned to them.
"Good evening, ladies, it is nice to meet you all," Tim waved. "Can I go now?"
"Now, now, Tim, don't be so reluctant on going. Please, meet everyone," Marcy said.
Tim shook each hand and they only looked at him in shock. After introducing himself, he left.
"That dog is something, Marcy. I'm surprised you haven't kicked him out," Maudie said.
"Actually, he would be the one to kick us out of our house," Marcy replied.
The week went by quick and Tim was able to get all his necessary requirements done. A new agent came to speak with Tim that the boss is very pleased with his hard efforts and that a promotion may be in place, but Tim refused. Public life was still too much for him to handle for some apparent reason.
He didn't quite understand why.
"Tim? Tim!" Marcy's voice rang through the house.
"Here, I'm busy. What do you request?" Tim asked irately from his study room.
"I just wanted to inform you that Harry and I will be attending a convention out of town. We'll be there for the next three days," Marcy informed.
"And you are telling me this... why?" Tim asked, looking up from his work.
"Because you will be in charge of watching the house and attending to everything while we're gone," Marcy explained.
"Yes, I already do that while you occupy this vicinity, thank you," Tim said, shaking his head and resuming his work.
"Well, we'll be back in three days, so if you need anything-"
"Yes, three days, I got it. 72 hours you will be gone. I will take care of everything, I promise," Tim assured.
"Wonderful, just wanted to update you. I will leave you to your work," Marcy said with a feign smile, realizing Tim was busy.
Tim, to be quite honest, couldn't be more joyous to have peace and quiet to himself for the next three days.