Reese walked back into Jake's bedroom, looking for a note or something. Maybe he left one before he left, but...no letter. She walked over to the window and looked out, sighing a little bit. She took a bit of her ice cream and then her phone vibirated. She opened her phone and read the message Lima sent her. Shaking her head, she closed her phone and then she put the phone back in her pocket. She turned around and headed out of Jake's bedroom and back downstairs.

She walked into the kitchen and sat her ice cream on the counter, then she went out the back door to where Lima was standing. "First of all, you can't manage the concert with just three people. Second of all, I want to try to make things up with you, but right now..." She looked down at the ground where the broken cookie jar was. "Right now, my brother is gone and I don't know where he is," she continued. She looked back up at Lima. She didn't need to worry about Jake right now. He was 17 and could take care of himself, right?

"Let's get this show on the road," she told her, trying to show no signs that she was upset. She kept telling herself Jake was alright and he would be back any minute from now. Hopefully, he would show back up. "Come on," she took Lima's hand and pulled her back inside the house and into the living room.

"EXCUSE ME," she called out, waving her hands in the air. "LET'S MOVE THIS LITTLE GATHERING OUTSIDE, SHALL WE?" She walked over to Miles and Vannie. "It's time to get on stage and get all the instruments ready and also- don't forget this- make sure you mic is working," she told them.

She was startled when she saw Reese come outside. And she was happy to see her friend even if she didn't say anything to her other than the act that she couldn't do the concert without her.

Then she heard that Jake was gone. "He's fine, Reese. He's probably apparated off somewhere to have some alone time to think. He will be back soon." She smiled and patted Reese on the arm gently. She believed what she said. She knew Jakers.

But next thing she knew she was being dragged back in the living room and the concert was about to start. It was time to get things done!

She took River back and held him in her arms. "You want to be onstage with mummy when she sings?" she asked him before giving him the kiss from Maddox. "I talked to daddy and he wanted me to tell you that he loves you and that Superman will be waiting for you when we get home. If you are a good boy." She would have to put a spell on him so that the sounds of the music wouldn't deafen him. And she would have to make sure that he didn't get himself in harms way. But she wanted him there with her.

Curt looked to Pretzel and laughed, “Well see about that. You know you don’t want to mess with this wingspan.” He said, stretching out his long arms. Indeed, he and Punzie always HAD had a good time poking fun at each other.

Laughing at her response to going inside to Vannah, Curt led the way to the door. Opening it swiftly, he help it open for Punzie. “After you.” He said good naturedly, and subsequently followed her in side.

WOW. It was a bit crowded, surely Vannah was around here some where. Well, there was his daughter, Hayley. Shouting about how she wanted to go outside. Curt can over to her and swept her up, hoisting her in the air. “There’s my girl!” He said grinning widely, as he brought her back down and put her on his shoulders. “Daddy missed you.” He said, looking up as he turned around to see his wife right there. The 24 year old grinned ever wider.

“Vannah! There you are! Sorry I’m late, Quidditch ran a little long.” He gave his wife a quick side hug with his daughter on his shoulders.

“Punzie just showed up too!” Curt turned back to Pretzel, who unless got caught in the sea of people, was previously right there with him.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Rapunzel waded through the crowds and waved one pale arm toward Curt and Vannah....and Hayley. "HI BET!" the blonde shouted with a grin, dodging around Curt to hug her friend's other side. "How ya been? How's it going....in here? Where did Lima go?"

That was probably a lot of questions for such a short span of time but that was Pretzel. "It's good to see you, Vannah,. You look great," she added as an afterthought, taking a step back from her friend to beam at Maeory. Oh what a cute couple they still were. Still...well....it wasn't like they were all thaaat old...yet.

In his extra special secret place, Jake made up his mind. In reality, he had apparated so he was under the pier, just on the sand, where he thought. His phone was in his pocket, and Jake was sure the water hadn't got to it, magic pockets and all.

Moving slowly, Jake reached into said pocket and pulled out his phone, staring at it before typing out a text. When he was done, after wording it about a thousand different times in his head, Jake chose the option to send it to Lima and Reese, before shoving it back into his pocket, pulling up his hood on the jacket he now wore, and apparated away.

SPOILER!!: the text

This time, I'm not coming back. Jacob.

Reese was waiting for everyone to start heading outside. She glanced around the room and sighed. No one was moving! Come on, people. We have to get this show on the road. She shook her head and looked at Lima, who was now holding River. "Lima, I just got to say I'm sorry for getting mad and leaving the house. You know me and how I get when I'm angry," she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

She felt her phone vibrating and took it out of her pocket. Who could be texting her? She opened her phone and when she noticed the text was from Jake, her face brightened up. She opened the text and began to read. When she was done reading, she looked up at Lima, her face was all cheerful anymore. "Jake....isn't coming back," she managed to say, not aware that Lima has gotten the same text. She looked back at her phone and wrote him back a text:

Okay, if you don't want to come back, that's fine. I'll see you later, brother.

She sent the text and closed her phone. "It's sad he isn't going to be able to see the concert," she muttered, still looking down at her closed phone. She finally put the phone back inside her pocket and looked at Lima.

She smiled and nodded at Reese. "I know. It's okay. You are still my best friend." She was going to comment further when suddenly she got another text. She had to move River so that he was held in her right arm so that she could read it. She was reading it over when Reese made her second comment. "I just got the same message. I have to reply to him, but it's hard when I'm holding a toddler."

She sighed and quickly wrote up:

I'm sorry to hear that Jake. I wish you would come back. I love you..

Suddenly, the ground disappeared beneath her feet. And just as soon Curt spoke, clearing up any confusion Hayley would have had and took her utmost attention. "DADDY!" Cried the three-year-old, quite possibly too loudly; she was definitely not using an 'indoor voice' at the moment. Once set onto his shoulders, her arms found their way to hug his head. Both because his head was right there, the only thing she could reach to hug, and because it made her feel safe holding on. "I missed Daddy too," Hayley confided, dropping her arms a little bit to wrap them loosely around his neck, she added with obvious curiousity, "how be quidch?" as she gazed around, wide-eyed at the many heads. Now she felt like Supergirl. A very happy Supergirl, because her daddy had arrived. Thoughts of going out to play with the soccor ball had been pushed from her mind, content right were she was. Hayley rested her head against her father's, waving a shy, silent hello to Rapunzel.

Savannah glanced around the living room, though it was only a second before her ocean blue orbs came to rest on the figures around her: Lexi, Rari, Row, Katie and of course, her and Curt's beautiful little girl. She smiled, pleased with what she saw; her younger sister was putting some effort into making this day a good day and not dwelling on ridiculous things that tended to bring her temper up another level. Vannah was sure this was halfhearted, because there was few things that could have lifted the soon-to-be seventh year Hufflepuff that well in such a short period of time, but atleast Katie was playing around with Sparrow.

Other than Curt and Frederic not being with them so far, which Savannah held off any anxious thoughts that threatened to drift through her mind; she was sure her loving husband was being held up at Quidditch, and as for Frederic. . well, she learned not to be worried unless Lexi was, everything was normal. Her kind of normal, anyway. Chaotic, loud, but somehow still calming to her. Right as she began to wonder about the expecting Hippogriff at work, Curt broke through her slight trance. A bright smile played on her lips, returning the short hug with care and reached up to brush her lips against the side of his cheek. "Not to worry, you haven't missed much." Vannah assured him, easily, and greeted another very dear friend by exclaiming, "Pretzel!" a tinsy bit more quiet than Punz.

Chuckling out of fondness for both the girl and the old nicknames, the brunette hugged her tightly in response. "I've been wonderful; busy, but great. Grown-up life isn't nearly as scary as it looked before," She uttered jokingly, adding a question of her own as she tried answering the others Punzie had thrown out there. "Honestly, I have no idea. About either, Lima's been running around like someone lit a flame under her bum. How have you been?" Goodness, it was amazing to see Rapunzel again. She had missed her bubbly, hyper, Pretzelness. At her comment Savannah could feel the warmth rising in her face, her cheeks turning a slight red. "It's so good to see you! You've grown up so much,"

While she waited for Rowrow, Kaitlynnh shifted her weight from one foot to the other, one arm crossed over her chest as she played a dark curl near the front of her face that was slowly beginning to escape her clip. Something she hadn't thought of earlier, tossing things into her bag, was when exactily did Savannah plan to leave her be? Not that she was entirely annoyed by the smothering, she knew Savs meant well. But really, she was seventeen-years-old and did not need a babysitter.

The shouting from a young woman she knew as Lima's best friend, Reese, caught her attention. With a slight nod of her head, Katie turned back around to see that her brother-in-law had arrived; and what she suspected was an old friend of the two. "I think we're suppose to head outside now," She said, repeating what she heard. As an after thought, Kaitlynnh added, "Hey Curt" offering a small smile in greeting.

As Lima and Reese went in and out of the house, and others kept talking, showing up, various other things that Elizabeth wasn't exactly in the state of mind to care about, she stayed in the kitchen, finally flicking the curtain to one side for a second to look at the ocean. And it still calmed her, and she became resolved to go look for Robert. Sort of. Because she still wasn't about to bother him if he was in a deep brood, but she also was fairly certain he hadn't gone far. She knew him too well to worry about him apparating anywhere.

Before she could actually move anywhere, Reese's voice rang out from the living room and she glanced over in that direction. Apparently they were all being asked to head out, which meant maybe the concert was going to begin soon. So quietly, she slipped outside, separate from the rest of the people filtering out from the living room, her half-eaten orange still in her hand. Taking a step onto the pathway leading toward the stage and everything, she glanced around the beach to see if she could figure out what direction Robert had gone in, and stopped as she saw an owl flying toward the house, stopping when it got to her and waiting for her to take the rolled-up parchment it was carrying. Taking it with her free hand, she watched the owl fly off again before she struggled to open the message with one hand. Continuing down the pathway after it was open, she glanced at what was written on it before her eyes flew back to the beach. She really needed to find Robert now.

Robert had struggled through the crowd, well actually just pushed everyone aside, until he had reached the door and headed out onto the beach. He knew Elizabeth was probably going to blame herself for how he was acting but it wasn't her doing at all. Some issues just never died. With a sigh he scanned the beach and ran his hand through his hair seeing a stage and little else he shook his head and started walking as far from the stage as he could get.

Walking along the waters edge he kicked up the cool salt water and looked out. Everything seemed peaceful out here. The noises from the house and the stage were faded and he looked over his shoulder to see that he had walked a lot further than he had thought. Pursing his lips in thought he ran his hand through his hair and sat down at the waters edge. He didn't want to wander off too far in case something happened. Staring out at the water, he placed his elbows on his knees.

Coming off the pathway and onto the sand, Elizabeth glanced at the stage once before instinctively turning to walk away from it. The others weren't outside quite yet, and she knew Robert had wanted to be alone. Which meant he wasn't going to be anywhere near where everyone else would end up. Awkwardly picking up another orange slice to eat from her one hand, since the other still held the crumpled parchment, she set off across the sand, angling toward the water. At least if she took forever to find him, she could calm herself down even more. Because she still felt shell-shocked by the message.

Slipping her sandals off, she walked in the shallow water, holding her shoes with two fingers of one hand. Glancing back, she realized she could barely see the house from where she was, and hoped she'd still be able to hear when things got started with the concert. But when she turned back around, she stopped for a second as she saw Robert sitting there several feet away. Forcing herself to move, she finally closed the gap, quietly sitting next to him and dropping her sandals onto the sand. "Orange?," she asked randomly, offering what was left of her fruit as she angled slightly to hopefully hide her other hand and its contents. She didn't want him to have to deal with that if he was still in a mood.

Robert leaned back on the sand, his hands sinking into the grains, as he looked out at the water. It was peaceful here. Before he had met Liz he had never been to the ocean and now he never wanted to leave. It seemed like all his troubles disappeared when he was here, carried out on the waves of the ocean.

He looked up when he heard someone coming up and saw Liz. She was always able to find him. Turning his gaze back toward the ocean he sat up and watched as she sat next to him. He looked at her as she spoke and smiled with a shrug as he reached over and grabbed an orange slice from her. Looking back toward the water as he raised the wedge to his lips he sighed and said aloud though distantly before popping the wedge into his mouth, "Do you think I'd be a good father Liz?" They hadn't ever talked about kids before and the idea scared the hell out of him. He had seen what had happened to his father and how his own grandfather had resented him. His fingers idly rubbed the antique watch on his wrist thoughtfully as he chewed. "I've never been around kids before."

Elizabeth smiled back as Robert took her up on her offer of the orange, and watched him as he went back to gazing out at the water. She could tell he was still brooding a little, but, even so, the next thing out of his mouth surprised her. her eyes widened infinitesimally as she glanced down at her other hand, which was practically hidden behind his back. There was no way he could know. She hadn't even gone to the doctor until after he left. But even if it was a random question, the timing was still oddly appropriate or something.

Managing to compose herself again, she looked back at his profile. "You're not your father, Robert. I don't think you ever could be," she said quietly, knowing that was what scared him. Even more so than the idea of never having been around kids before. "Do you think I'm any less terrified by the idea, even though I have siblings and my parents were awesome?," she asked almost involuntarily. As far as she could tell, her question didn't let anything out, but the secret was burning inside her. She knew enough that this wasn't the time. Now she just had to hope he didn't figure it out before she'd made him feel better.

Robert continued looking out at the waves, the way the sun played on the water. He could still feel Liz beside him but he wasn't really paying attention to her there. As a bird flew low to the water and swooped down he watched his flight and a small smile appeared on his lips. That was how he felt on his broom. Like that free bird. It had gotten better since he'd been with Liz and even better once he had graduated and moved out finally.

His attention was brought back to Liz as she spoke and he laid back on the sand with his hands behind his head, "Least that makes one of us." He sighed and closed his eyes. Hearing her words again he opened his eyes and looked at her, "Well...I suppose not?" He watched her a moment, grateful that at least he wasn't the only one though not really relieved that his own worst fears wouldn't come true. Reaching his hand up he grabbed her wrist that was closest to him and pulled her down close to him on the ground. "So...we can be bad parents together?" He smirked and laughed slightly, wrapping his arms around her as he looked back up at the sky. "So I suppose I have to go be social now huh." He turned his head to look at her and smiled.

River didn't CARE if his towel fell off because all he wanted right now was to be with his mummy! He kissed her back on the cheek when she did so to him and now... he was finally happy. When being set on bed, he tried best to remain still and wriggled a little bit 'cause he couldn't control his happiness and giddyness! WEEEEEE. He looked at his mummy when she asked why he did it and he kept his mouth closed. Later. He wanted to tell her later, not now because he just wanted to be with her right now. After being all dried up and dressed up, he was picked up by her and he put his head on her shoulder.

"Mummyyy pwease don't weave me evah again!"

He didn't know what was happening now though. She put him in the arms of another and right now he was confused. Where was she going? "Mummy?" he asked curiously in a whimpering voice. Was she leaving him? "Mu--," he stopped himself 'cause she already went outside.

Confused. Half-miserable. He didn't like it.

River turned around and saw a friend of hisss. "Haaaaiiii Wondah Girl!" He needed to talk to somebody. His mummy was back in a few minutes and he got picked up by her again. "Yes mummmy pwease pwetty pweaasse!" On stage? River himself thought he was a pretty good performer. "SUPAHMANNNNN!" Good boy?

Oh so he was right. Crying was a felony. Jake was wrong maybe. Too many things happened in his little head.

Cam sighed as Reese dashed herself out the house. HMPH. Well if no cookies he could have, then OH WELL. He could control himself... right?! RIGHT. He'd eaten before he came so he didn't NEEEEEDDDD those DANG cookiess! "Fine, then," he muttered to himself and took out his wand, pointing it back at the suit on the floor and in an instant, it came on his body perfectly.

"Okay, you can go on stage with Mummy. But you have to stay near me at all times. And no jumping off." She trusted her son to be a good boy and stay near her, but she needed to tell him to so that he would understand how to be a good boy.

She set him down and then added, "before we go out there, I need to do something to make it so that your ears don't hurt, sweetie." She silently cast a spell over him so that he would be able to be with her without going deaf as a result.

Picking him up again, she turned her attention back to Reese and said, "I think it's time to move it over to the stage. Hopefully Jake will be back soon. He can't have gone far.."

But part of her was wondering if what she was saying was true. She shook that thought away though. Jake would always come back to her. He always had in the past, and he would now.

Elizabeth relaxed a bit when she saw Robert smile a little, even though it was only from watching a bird. She didn't like seeing him when he was worried and upset, and it didn't even really bother her that he wasn't paying attention to her. Besides, it gave her a chance to sneak the crumpled parchment into her pocket, where he'd be even less likely to notice it. She hoped.

When he laid down, she sat and watched him, feeling bad that he still worried about becoming his father. She wasn't sure how she could convince him otherwise, other than her usual arguments when he got like this. "You have to have faith. I mean, you have your mother in you too. And. beyond that, you're you," she said, before smiling a little. "Besides, you have me to keep you in line," she teased lightly, before laughing softly as he grabbed her wrist to pull her down next to him. Curling up next to him as he wrapped his arms around her, she tilted her head to look at him. "Or maybe we'd surprise ourselves." She smiled again, then, when he looked over at her. "Yeah. Or at least we should go listen to the music." It wasn't like too many people had been clamoring to talk to them earlier, so she didn't figure too many would now.

Robert sighed and nodded as he looked up at the sky. "Being me hasn't always worked out for the best though Elizabeth." He sighed again and watched the bird fly off overhead. Hearing her comment he smirked and turned toward her, "Oh really. Well I suppose that's a good thing otherwise we're doomed." He squeezed her in a hug close to him and then let go to sit up, picking up some sand and letting it go. "Well...come on...let's go make ourselves personable." He smirked and stood up, gripping her hand and pulling her up. As he helped her up he saw a piece of crumpled paper fall on the ground and picked it up, "What's this?" Bending down he picked it up and looked at Liz. "Is this yours?" He hadn't seen anything there before but knowing most people it could have been left there by someone. Might as well throw it away since no one else can pick up their trash.

Elizabeth moved a bit closer as Robert sighed, propping her chin on his shoulder. Which was really only possible because they were lying down. "It got you here," she said quietly. "It got you me." She worked up a smile at his next comment, even though she wasn't entirely sure it was a joke. But she hugged him back, then turned as he moved to sit up, not noticing her hastily shoved-away message slipping out of her pocket as she sat up too. "You think you can manage it?," she teased, grabbing the stap of her sandals as he helped her up. "There's got to be somebody you can find to talk to . . ." She trailed off as he picked something up from the sand, growing quiet as she saw it was the crumpled parchment she had gotten before heading out here.

"Um . . . yeah," she said faintly. Was everyone out to make things difficult for her now? In any case, it looked like she was being forced to 'fess up now. "Remember when I said I went to the doctor after you'd left for your camp? I got that a little while ago, from them." Oh please don't ask questions. And please don't freak out, she thought, starting to panic at what could happen if he saw what was on there.

He laughed as she spoke and looked back in the direction the house was in, "I'm sure I can manage. Besides, you're here too. You can keep me sane," he said with a smirk. His eyes went to her though as he heard her trail off. Looking down at the parchment in his hand he looked back up at her curiously.

"Um yeah?" He looked at her curiously and then back at the paper. "Yes..." He frowned and then looked at her, "Well are you going to tell me or am I going to read it? What does it say Elizabeth?" His worry level was growing by the minute and was plain on his face. He wanted to read it but the way she was acting told him to let her tell him first. Something wasn't right though, that he knew right away.

Elizabeth grinned at Robert's teasing comment about managing to get through the concert. "I'm supposed to keep you sane?," she asked facetiously, before leaning over to hug him with one arm. "I guess whatever I have to do. And you know it'll be over with before you know it. Then we can go back home." And then her teasing mood faded in light of the new secret she had hoped to keep from him a little longer coming out.

At his curious look, she quailed a little, knowing she should just tell him, but a tiny part of her was afraid to add this to everything he had already been worrying about. Especially since it was sort of connected. And when he indicated he remembered her earlier comment, she sort of hugged herself a little as her nerves kept trying to take over. She tried to stay silent in the face of his questions, unsure if she wanted to be the one to tell him, but at the worry for her obvious on his face, her reticence failed. Swallowing, she glanced down at the paper before her eyes went to his as she took a deep breath. She was already scared enough. Hopefully he wouldn't add to it. "It's not really bad . . .," she started, using everything she could to stall. "It's just, apparently . . ." Her voice grew quieter as she continued. "We're going to have to find out what kind of parents we'll be sooner rather than later." As she finished, her gaze shifted so she was looking past him at the ocean, using a finger to twist the ring around on her finger anxiously. She didn't know why this had to happen now.

Sylvia folded her arms and laughed. The things this girl came out with were amusing. Though, Sylvia's laugh was only a mere chuckle. People were never humourous enough to make her fall to the ground with laughter. "I think she'll be fine. I'm sure she'd spit it out or something. Although Grace being sick is the least of my worries." The litle girl was adventurous, who knows what she would want to do whilst her parents backs were turned, and it was Sylvia who was responsible. Sigh.

Miles smiled. "Ok, fine. But you have to let her run about and stuff with River." River was two years younger than Grace, so it was as if Grace was his guardian whilst the grownups sorted out their music and what not. But of course, Vannie was extremely attatched to her daughter, just like every mother is to their child.

Did Grace here someone say drums? Grace jumped up and down a few times as she gripped her mothers hand. "Dwums. Daddy taughted me how to pway themz." Grace was a genius at drums, or so she thought. But Grace had never plucked up the courage to sing like her mother did. She nodded at what her mum said, although finding the large area that was the beach more exciting. Maybe a swim later? That was if she had brought her arm bands.

Oh my god. This day just got better and better. Were those cookies?! Now, Grace wasn't really allowed much sugar, just enough to keep her going through the day, but too much sugar and she would be bouncing off the walls, but she didn't care.

COOOKIEEES.

"Cuuuuukkkeys." She did the grabby hand thing, not really caring if she looked like a drooling baby. Aaah, she could smell them, and they smelt like heaven.

"Hey Reese." Miles grinned and gave one of his best friends a hug. Boy, it was lovely meeting up with everyone from school. "Yup. This is Grace." He patted his daughter's brunette head and raised an eyebrow in suspicion when he saw her drooling. "Wow. She's in a cookie trance."

Turning to see Reese, Sylvia smiled. Good, another blonde. She was feeling a little brunettish surrounded by Miles, Vannie and Grace. "And you." She said. "I'm fine thankyou. Just here to babysit the niece really." Sylvia looked down at her. Hmm, Miles was right about the whole cookie thing. "And how are you?"

Sylvia smiled at Lima. She had a point there, but Grace was different, as she was blood relative. But .. little children screamed and pooped and cried and pulled your hair. How come people found that cute? It was far from it really. "Not really no. But I do like Grace. She is, after all, my niece." She said with quite a bit of pride in her tone of voice.

Now Grace frowned. River got a carry from HER mum?! How rude. She looked down and stared at her pink, flowery shoes. Not fair. She knew she was older and able to look after herself. But River was pretty independant too! He didn't need to be carried by somebody else's mummy! Still, she was happy to see him, even if it did look like he was much taller than her.

"Finally." Miles smiled and rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go sort out those drums." He smiled at his daughter who looked a little jealous, as Vannie was carrying River. N'aaaw. She needed a BIIIG bear hug from her daddy. Miles scooped her up and placed her on his shoulders. "Mind your head as we walk out the door!" He looked up slightly so he could just about see her face.

Reese watched as some of the people started moving outside. She looked back towards Lima when she said it was time to head out to the stage. "Okay," she answered back. She started heading towards the door, but then remembered something. "Hold on," she said before turning around and running up the stairs. She entered her bedroom and walked over to the table beside her bed and picked up her sunglasses that her laying there. She didn't want to go out in the sun for hours without sunglasses.

She put her sunglasses on and then she walked back downstairs. "I'm going down to the beach," she called out before she walked outside and down the pathway to the beach.

Robert watched Liz warily as she seemed to fold into herself like he had seen her do so many times before they had gotten together. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her close to him wanting whatever was causing her to act this way to stop. "Well if it's not bad then..." He stopped talking as she got quieter and his eyes widened. Was she saying...? Swallowing he stepped back slightly and let his arm fall. "You mean..." No surely he misunderstood. This was just him being paranoid over things that he had already been thinking about. He must have misheard.

Watching her twirl the ring he had given her around her finger though brought it all together. She was anxious, nervous even and probably because of how she thought he would react. What did she expect him to do? Yell? Scream? Swallowing again he stepped in front of her gaze out at the ocean and raised her chin up to look into her eyes. Gathering himself he said softly, "Liz...you're pregnant." It wasn't really a question, he knew she was that he had heard right though a part of him wished it wasn't true. He didn't know the first thing about being a father, he could barely keep up with himself.

Seeing Reese head outside, Lima followed after her, with River in her arms. Then she remembered that she had to tell River something else in order for him to be a good boy.

"Don't touch anything on stage, baby. Just dance with mummy, okay?" If he listened to her now, she wouldn't have to worry about him jumping on speakers or anything dangerous. She really didn't want Maddox to have to go get him when he was on a top secret mission. She felt bad enough about calling him the first time.

"Wait, Reese!" she then called out to the girl as she saw her walking down the path.