Author's Note: I decided to go back to America. We haven't heard from Alfred, Lydia, and Baby Florence in a while. I had to go and change that. I'm not really doing much with them. I am going to have to try and change that. Looks like that's going to be so next season. Speaking of next season, I already have all of the titles for all three series for season twelve. I already know what I am doing for the season finale next week. That's right, the season is ending next week.

Match Thirty-Three: Genipa Americana:

It's getting worse. Alfred is just now feeling the effects. He looked down at Baby Florence in the crib. It's been rather calm lately. Still, the American man felt uneasy. He hadn't seen Allen around in weeks. That should be a good thing, right?

"Looks like it's just going to be you and me today," Alfred said to his little daughter. He reached down and played with the baby's foot. That's right. Lydia was out of town again. Therapy and that trial again.

"Are you sure you are going to be okay alone?" he asked.

"Yes," Lydia said. "I am going to be fine." Alfred didn't really believe her but he kept it to himself.

"Give me a call if you need to," he said. He held up his phone.

"Okay," Lydia said. Then she walked out the door.

"Good luck," the American man said.

Alfred sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels. Commercial, commercial, Lifetime movie, zombie movie, football game, basketball game, commercial, home shopping channel, and music channel. The American man shrugged to himself. There wasn't going to be much on a Sunday. Still, it was better than doing nothing. Alfred wasn't in the mood for playing video games. He looked over at his baby again. Baby Florence looked so sweet sleeping in her bassinet. Alfred couldn't help but smile.

So cute.

The American man pulled out his phone. Hm? There was a new text from an unknown number. No subject line. It didn't look like a scam message. Alfred tapped the screen.

"Agonizing."

The American man looked even more confused. What the hell was this? Alfred tapped the screen.

"About what?" he typed. The American man hit send. He put his phone back into his pocket. That text left his mind. Alfred went back to the TV. He settled on a cowboy movie for background noise. Some John Wayne film he had seen before. He didn't remember which one. It didn't matter. He just wanted the background noise. Pretty soon, Alfred had drifted off to sleep.

Moments later, his phone buzzed. Alfred awoke with a start. By then, the cowboy movie was over. The baby started crying.

"Aw, what's wrong?" he asked. The American man reached down and picked up the baby. He bounced the little girl in his arms.

"Shhh. Shhh. Shhh," Alfred whispered. "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. It's okay." He bounced the baby up and down. It wasn't time for her to eat. No need for a new diaper. Maybe she was just spooked awake.

"I'm sorry to have woken you up, little dude," he said. Baby Florence slowly went quiet. Her father began to relax. He took a moment to hold his little angel. She really did look like her mother. Alfred had questions as he stared at the little darling.

"So are you half-tree, half-human now?" he asked. The American man tried to picture what that would look like. That seemed to weird him out. Alfred shook his head. And then he remembered his phone. Alfred set down his daughter and pulled out his phone. He had a new reply to that text he got earlier. The American man looked confused.

"Ulysses Rocket Pop"

"What the hell?" Alfred asked. This wouldn't be the last time he got those texts.

The texts kept coming. All of them came from different numbers. Alfred tried to block them at first. But they kept coming. They were all a string of random words.

Boots Rope Snatch

Bones Top Bat

Run Rue Root

Fat Fog Smelly Bucket

Unrelieved Earthquake Scan

Big Fat Oof

"Time to get a new number," Lydia said when she read over the texts. "You didn't give them any money, did you?"

"Nope," Alfred said.

"Good," she said.

"They didn't ask for anything," he said. "It was just that text." Lydia frowned as she handed him back his phone. Alfred frowned as he shoved it into his pocket.

"How was the trial?" he asked. Lydia frowned at him.

"He's pleading not guilty," she said. The words left a sour taste in her mouth.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Alfred said. Lydia pressed her lips together and nodded.

"Did anything else happen while I was out?" she asked.

"No," the American man said. "Nothing at all." Lydia looked like she was about to say something but turned and walked down the hall to her room instead. Alfred looked down at the baby in his arms.

"Hey, Lydia!" he shouted. The young woman stopped in her tracks.

"Yeah?" she asked. Alfred looked up as she looked over her shoulder.

"Let's go to Coney Island again," he said. Lydia was about to speak when the American man cut in.

"Not right now," he said. "Soon. Like before summer's over." Lydia turned and walked back to him with a curious look on her face.

"You mean we aren't going in winter?" she asked.

"We can do that too," Alfred said.

"So when do you want to go? Summer or winter?" Lydia asked. The American man shrugged.

"Both," he said. "Please? Can we go? Please? Please?" Alfred pouted as he gave her puppy dog eyes. Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Fine, whatever," she said. Alfred pumped his fist in the air.

"Yes!" he cheered. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Lydia rolled her eyes again.

"Whatever," she said. The young woman walked down the hall. Alfred turned back to his daughter. Baby Florence was slowly going to sleep. Probably time to put her down for a nap.

Everything might be calm for now, but nothing calm and nice ever lands long in the Wasteland.