Actions had consequences. Full stop. Sometimes they were worse than others. This definitely fell on the "worse" side of things that was for sure. Call it serendipity, call it fate, call it luck, call it what you want but things had worked at a break-neck pace and now he was being led from the cell to the front of the station. No one spoke, really what was there to say? After getting his things from the officers, he turned and faced his fiancee who was looking terribly unhappy. Given she had to rearrange her entire day and somehow find a flight down there it was understandable. Still he was a stranger in a strange land and she was his only connection to it-which suited him just fine so far. They looked at each other, again, neither speaking, before they walked outside. It was late, beyond late at this hour and it was not lost on him the weather had gotten steadily worse throughout the day and was no doubt only going to get worse. Brec was on her phone, sending off various texts and running damage control on this spontaneous bout of insanity. All he could do now was hope he hadn't completely wrecked them, given her dad and siblings a final nail in their coffin. He hoped and prayed, who was he without the person who had saved his life?
Life had for better or worse calmed down a bit and it rolled right on. It was Brec's first weekend back after nearly two weeks of reshoots. Tired wasn't even the right word, the days started before the sun was up and ended long after it had set. She had slept until nearly eleven and even now was clad in sweats and an oversized Cowboys t-shirt. Putting away the last of the towels, she walked from the bathroom to the stairs and down, stepping around the snoozing dogs. She heard the vehicle long before she saw it. "Max, James is here." It was called the death trap for a reason and looked like it had been through hell and back more than once. Still, it chugged on. She opened the front door and waited until the man was inside before shutting it. "He'll be right down" she said before walking to finish the last load of laundry.






















