"Chris?", a voice yelled and the leader of the Sabertooths shot up from his sleep. It was early evening, a nice one, and for the first time in about four weeks Chris had found sleep. And now someone had woke him. "I hate this bastard", Chris mumbled and slowly crawled out of his bed. He slipped on a pair of trousers and shoes, before opening the door. To his surprise, Robert, Tom's adoptive father, approached him furiously. "You have hurt my son!", he said with immens accusation in his voice. Chris replied with a chuckle. "Not more than you have done so yourself."
Chris noticed that he started to feel sick, thinking about all the harm that was done to Tom. Realising, that he definitely hadn't had a small part in it. He shook these thoughts away.
"So, what do you want, Mr. 'no-one hurts my son except myself'?"

Robert had to focus on keeping himself together, so he wouldn't hit Chris. You couldn't have done that earlier, could you?, he mentally scolded himself, thinking of what he'd done to Tom.
"I want you to go to the police and turn yourself in", he said in a calm but threatening tone. At least that's what he hoped it would sound like.
Chris laughed. "And what if not?"
Robert pulled a hand gun out of his jacket.

Will lay in his bed, staring holes in the ceiling. He couldn't get his last encounter with Tom out of his mind, or the shock when he realised that someone had been watching. He didn't know either, wether his shock had grown or lessened when he had seen that it had been Harry, who was watching.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?", Will propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his roommate, who just shrugged.
"You thseem to fit, thso why dethstroy anythsing?"
Will held back a scoff. "You know what I mean."
Harry sighed. "I don't believe it iths right to rethstrict people becauthse of who they are."
"So, you won't snitch us?"
Harry shook his head. "But you thshould be more careful. Boths of you lovebirdths."
"We will be", Will said with a smile. He felt like Harry was starting to get more comfortable around him, due to the fact that he was totally ignoring his slight disability and not trying to cover in up when Will was around anymore. Somehow he felt immensely happy about it, but couldn't really point a finger on why it was that way.
"Know what? I'm glad you're my roommate."
This time it was Harry's turn to smile. "Thsank you. I don't hear thsat very often."

NEWS MAGAZINE, Police News: 45 years old Robert John Deere was found dead in the river near the local college. When he was found he had already been dead for about two hours, probably caused by an internal bleeding that did erupt about twenty minutes prior to his death. Even though there were no signs of inflicted physical violence of another party, we can not exclude this possibility yet. If you know anything about it, contact us.