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"I can't believe I let Charlie convince me to do this..."

Yeshua gently shook off the nerves, perched at the Bar with a knot in his chest. Sinsmas at the Hotel was a very... simple, affair- more like an open-invite party than a traditional soiree.

And Yeshua, despite his general nerves, had agreed to help with entertainment. There was little his niece could ask him for that he wouldn't do- and somehow, that included this. At least it wasn't his father making him sing for some publicity stunt...

He looked up to the staircase for his cue, lips in a tight smile. Just got to wait for the signal- and suddenly, there it was. The gentle pittering of piano keys hit the air of the bustling lobby....

"You pack a bag, you say goodbye, You kiss me on the cheek, and look me in the eye... You tell a lie that you will soon return to me. I loved you then, I love you still- And now, it won't be long until you're here at last! And then I ask if your heart still burns for me ...."

"I would travel every ring of Hell, Just to see if you'll be mine! Merry Sinsmas, Know that you are on my mind ..."

"Okay, so we have the group counseling session in Conference room 213-A, the first aid and medication resupply for the clinic coming by at 2pm, and I put out orders for grocery restock for the kitchen and the hotel's Community Pantry."

Suddenly, he's not feeling so well. Not in his own head. Part of him knows it's stupid and there's no reason he should be suddenly feeling bad, when nothing happened. But...well. That part was being small, right now. Couldn't compete with the shouts of his own anxiety.

“Do you think I must have been a bad child?”

" Woooow! " Claps his hands." That was quite impressive. Do it again! " sarcasm exemplified. " Come on, Come on! --- No need to be so shy. "

"Sorry - confessional's closed.

It was a couple of weeks after Sylvia had left to go back to her own time and Lance had been trying to figure out how to travel after her using what he knew of what he could do with his own quintessence. He'd been experimenting with a few things, but there was one day he'd felt a nudge from the back of his mind -- Red, he knew, because it was warm air nudging at him.

So he'd gotten into Red and taken off in the air, above the Academy, before both he and Red felt a very sharp, very painful YANK that originated in his chest and very nearly made him pass out.

And quite honestly, Lance was sure he'd passed out briefly, because being right in the middle of traffic, in the middle of everything, was the next thing he knew, still in the control room and hands gripping the control levers so tightly he was pretty sure his knuckles would have gone white.

"...Okay, where am I now??" came the question, finally forcing himself to let go of the control levers and moving to head out of Red's mouth, only to, yes, find they were in the middle of a quiznacking intersection of cars which Red was now apparently blocking. And where several police officers -- at least, Lance guessed they were police officers -- were standing around Red, one of them looking up at him as he stood there at Red's mouth hatch.