"Hey, Yacker!" Eddie yelled, catching sight of the redhead.

She turned angrily. "What, Edison?"

"Just wanted to talk."

"About what?"

"Anything."

Patricia sighed. "Go away."

Eddie drew closer. "Are you crying?"

"No." Patricia said sarcastically. "The sea made me wet."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't want to talk about anything." Patricia turned away.

"Alright." Eddie plopped down on the sand next to her, and was surprisingly quiet.

Alfie was sitting at a café table, glancing at his watch every few seconds. As he was getting up to leave, Mara arrived. Alfie stood up. "I'm sorry I'm late." She said breathlessly. "It's just…" she frowned, "I thought someone was following me."

Alfie smiled. "It's alright." They both sat down. "Was someone…you know, actually following you?"

Mara shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't we just order?" She suggested. Alfie nodded.

Mick sat in the bar, watching the game and occasionally sipping his beer. Manchester United was currently winning their game against Chelsea. Mick was a Chelsea fan.

He sighed. He had to go to the bathroom, but if he left, then his spot would be taken. He thought for a moment. The bathroom could wait.

Nina glared at Fabian. "Um…nothing." He said quickly. "I was just…I was looking for this book!" He said and held up the first book he could grab. Nina raised her eyebrows.

Fabian quickly glanced at the title. Procreation and Its Uses. "Um…It's for a science project." He hastily said. Nina's eyebrows went higher. "It's…a very long story. I mean…uh…I mean it's a kind of…um…" Fabian paused. He should've looked at the title before speaking. "It's for…biology! Yeah…um…we…we're studying the human body and I thought I should do some extra reading…" Nina stifled a laugh.

Jerome glanced at his pocket watch. It was the only connection he allowed himself to have with his father. He glanced down at it. 5 minutes late. He thought to himself. He heaved a sigh. Waiting was horrible. It either meant he was in trouble or they were in trouble. Either way, someone was going to die.

He glanced at his pocket watch again. 6 minutes late. He wondered how long he should stand around here. He was bound to draw attention to himself. If he left now, the less questions strangers would ask him. On the other hand, his partners would be less than forgiving.

I'll wait 4 more minutes. He thought and leaned against the wall, preparing his patience for the trial ahead.

The bar was empty and the game was over. The last few stragglers were going out into the street. Mick continued to stay in the bar, savoring his beer.

"Planning to go home?" The bartender asked.

Mick shrugged. "Maybe." He glanced at the bartender's nametag. "Giles. That's a…unique name."

Giles cracked a smile. "Don't know why my parents called me that name." He glanced at Mick's half-empty beer again. "Are you going home?"

"My girlfriend's probably going to break-up with me." Mick said, then immediately wished to take it back.

Giles nodded sympathetically. "Want to talk about it?"

Alfie laughed as Mara retold a joke that Joy had once told her, only to have her burst into tears at the memory of Joy. "Why can't life be simple?" Mara sobbed. Alfie was torn, wanting to let her cry but also aware of the strange looks that they were receiving.

"Mara, if you continue to cry, then people will think that I'm trying to break-up with you." Alfie told her, prompting a watery smile from Mara.

"Who cares what other people think?"

Alfie was shocked. "Who are you and what have you done to Mara?" At his question, Mara laughed, but Alfie persisted. "I'm serious. The Old Mara was always concerned about appearances. 'Don't do that, Jerome. It'll be the end of your career.' Any of this ring a bell?"

Mara just shrugged. "Maybe Old Mara decided it was time for a change.

Patricia eventually turned to Eddie. "What do you want?" She asked.

Eddie smirked. "You."

"Very funny."

"Not as much as you."

"Stop being childish."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"What happened to Joy?" The question was abrupt.

Patricia felt her anger start to grow. "What makes you think you have any right to know what happened to Joy?"

"Because my sister sleeps in her old bed."

"How is that my problem?"

Eddie sighed. "Let's put it this way. My sister is sleeping on the same bed in which Joy may or may not have killed herself. If she did, my sister will have nightmares about it. If she didn't, then my sister will be able to sleep…not comfortably but a little better."

Patricia rolled her eyes. "Still not my problem."

"Don't you want to talk to someone about what happened? I mean, it must be killing you inside."

"You. Weren't. There. You weren't there when the paramedics tried to revive her. You weren't there when they searched through her clothes. You didn't have to feel confused and angry and hurt and betrayed and sad all at the same time. You didn't have to wake up next to a corpse. And you did not have to wake up next to her body and try to wake her up."

Eddie was surprised. "You discovered her…body?" His mission became much more complicated with that one sentence.

"I don't approve of this." Mr. Sweet was in his office, glaring at Victor Rodenmaar. "I don't understand why my children have to be pawns in this little game of yours?"

"You know very well why. Criminals have infiltrated the school."

"Yes, but my children?"

"They are not pawns. They are spies."

"They are children!"

"They are doing this for the greater good. Remember, Joy Mercer died of a drug overdose. Who is to say it will not happen again."

"It won't." Mr. Sweet said firmly. "I will not allow it."

Amber flipped through the contacts on her phone. She paused at Joy Mercer. She hesitated before erasing the contact. Joy is dead. Amber never allowed herself to grieve. Ever. Even when her nanny died. Even when her mother died. Never. Yet she was willing to cry for someone who she had disliked for the better part of five years.

Maybe because I am responsible for her death.