Tord ran after Matt as he ran across the mall. "Matt! Calm down my friend!" he called out in his Norwegian accent. Matt suddenly stopped running. Tord caught up to him. He was breathing heavily. Edd, who was trying his best to keep up, was next to him. 

Tord looked at Matt. Matt spun around to look at his friends."Guys! I just found the perfect thing!" he screamed. "Is it cola?" Edd asked. Tord gasped out a laugh. Matt gave him a scolding look."No! A salon!" Matt said, pointing at the store in front of the three.

Tord stared at the sign."Lets go in!" Matt suggested. Tord gave him a weak smile."Um....No thanks-" before Tord could finish his sentence, Matt grabbed them both by their hoods and dragged them in. 

He ran up to the receptionist and greeted her."Hello fair lady. Would you kindly let me and my friends have a....." Matt turned towards his friends. Edd shrugged."A deluxe package?" he responded, looking at the sign above their heads. 

Matt turned back at the receptionist."A deluxe package please." he said. The lady, who was writing something down, looked up at them."Of course-" she paused as she looked at the three. When her eyes landed on Tord, she gasped."Oh my goodness! What happened to you!?" she asked.

Tord looked the other way."Car accident." he lied. The receptionist stared at him a little longer. The longer she stared the longer Tord felt guilty for lying "Well, I hope you get better." she said, then looked back at Matt."So you want a deluxe package, correct sir?" she asked.

Matt nodded his head."Alright, follow me." the receptionist said as she walked out of the little office and to her right. The three of them followed her to the back of the room and into a door covered with red cloth. 

Tord moved the cloth out of the way and saw what was on the other side. A couple of mud pools, a spa thing, and much more he couldn't describe or didn't know what they were. A couple of other women were here as well. They were tending to the other costumers in the store.

Tord followed the lady to a chair in the corner of the room. She ushered them to sit down in one of the seats that were lined up. Matt took the seat in the middle of the row. Edd sat to his right and Tord his left. He saw Matt scoot away from him a little bit and frowned. 

The receptionist spun all their chairs to face the giant mirror that they had their backs to. She called some girls over. Tord wondered what they were going to do. He looked over at his friends. Edd was looking semi-bored and Matt was admiring himself in the mirror. 

Tord smirked. "Alright boys." the receptionist said, clapping her hands together."As part of the deluxe package, we'll be trimming your hair, doing your nails, and giving you a facial. How does that sound?" 

Tord didn't like the fact of getting any of this done. "Sounds nice." Edd answered."It sounds great!"Matt responded. They looked at Tord. Tord let out a sigh."I guess it wouldn't hurt..." he replied. "Great!" the receptionist said. 

The three woman, now behind each man, grabbed scissors off of the counter in front of the boys. The girl behind Tord began to groom his hair. "Wow, do you ever brush your hair?" the woman asked, half jokingly. 

Tord blushed a little. To be honest, he hasn't been keeping up with his hair for as long as he's been with Edd, which has been a few days now. He just doesn't see what's the use of doing so. Tord stared at himself in the mirror.

Apart from hair being messy, it looks like his bandages on his face could do with a change. Blood is barely beginning to show and the ends are falling off. He wondered how he's still bleeding after weeks of recovering. 

Tord noticed the sound of hair being cut off. He looked up to see the woman start cutting the edges of his now groomed hair. Tord smiled. He liked the sound of hair being cut off. It reminded him of....Gun fire. It's a weird thing to think about when cutting hair, but it somewhat comforted Tord.

That is, till he reminded himself of what he saw. Why would they just kill a innocent person. Maybe he wasn't innocent. Maybe they were taking down someone bad. Tord wasn't sure anymore. He just needs to drop it. But how can you drop killing someone?

The woman stopped snipping his hair and went in front of him. She then began to trim his bangs."So...What's with the bandages?" she asked. Tord looked at her with his single eye."Car accident." he replied. The woman let out a long hiss. 

"That must've been traumatic." She said. Tord looked at himself in the mirror. He thought of the memories he had lost. He thought of how his friends reacted when seeing him. All of it, it is just so much. "Yeah, it was traumatic." he finally said.

The woman stopped cutting his hair. She backed away to let Tord look himself in the mirror. He touched his hair a little. Tord smiled in the mirror. He looked good. Better than before that's for sure. 

He looked over at his friends. Edd looks the same, so does Matt. I guess that's what you get when you get a trim. The three women sat the scissors down and picked up some things ,Tord didn't know what, from the counter. 

The woman that was doing Tord's hair looked at him."Okay, what color would you prefer?" she asked. Tord frowned. The woman recognized this and explained it to him what they were doing. Apparently, they were doing their nails now.

Tord felt really uncomfortable about this part. Men aren't supposed to wear nail polish."I would prefer you not to put nail polish on me." he told the woman. The woman nodded."I get it. I'll just do you're nails without nail polish." she said. 

She then grabbed a stick and grabbed Tord's right arm. "Alright, let's get-" the woman paused, staring at Tord's red robotic arm. Tord smiled weakly. "Lets do the other hand instead." the woman laughed weakly. 

Tord nodded in agreement. The girl began to run the stick across each of his nails. He wondered why she was doing this. It was very uncomfortable. Tord closed his eye. When he opened them again he realized that there was something on his face. 

He looked himself in the mirror in front of him and saw green stuff on his face. Is this a facial? His eye widened. Did he fall asleep? Tord began to feel embarrassed. The woman who did his hair was behind him, talking to other women.

Tord looked over at Matt and Edd. They seem so relaxed. Matt looked over at Tord. His eyes widened in surprise."You're awake!"Matt commented. Tord looked at him."Did I fall asleep?" he asked, but it was pretty obvious by now that he did.

Matt nodded his head."You kept on snoring. It was like,'Waaaah!'" he said, impersonating what a loud snore sounded like. Tord blushed. He was thankful that Matt couldn't see it under all this facial stuff.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep..." he said to himself."Well, you did." Edd commented. Tord looked over at him. Edd looked back at him and smiled."Relax. Matt fell asleep earlier if that helps." Edd said. Matt looked at him."I did not! I just....Snoozed off." Matt replied.

Tord snickered. Matt snoozing off in a salon. That's kinda funny. Matt whipped his head around to face Tord. He glared at him. This only made Tord laugh out loud."Sorry Matt but that's just funny." Tord said.

Matt rolled his eyes. He faced forward and looked at the mirror. Edd looked back at the three women."So..Uh, how much longer do we have till this is done?" he asked."Not much longer." one of them replied. Tord sighed.

He turn to look at himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes and let the sound of nothing enter his ears. This is relaxing. Tord felt the uneasiness from the flashback left from his shoulders. That's all in the pass. He shouldn't worry too much about it.

Of course, he thinks it now, but he knows he'll be freaking out if it happens again. But he isn't that worried. Right now he has all he needs. Friends.