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"It's impolite to stare, Dear."

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Britt Robertson

  [ It had been precisely two months since he had been in town. Whilst away, he had not kept in contact with any of those who he had fought alongside during this recent war. The decision to stay out of reach had been his alone. Sure, there had been one or two calls from a few of them, but none had been returned. It was not because he had reached the conclusion that they needed to be abandoned. He had no intention of permanently cutting ties with any of them. In order to keep the memory of his fallen daughter alive, it was essential for him to check up on those who she had befriended. To make sure that they survived the next hurdle that was thrown their way and possibly even the one after that. He still knew not for how long he would continue to provide his assistance. All he knew was that despite all that had come to pass in the dangerous town, he could not keep away forever. Even though the option of starting anew and doing something drastically different with the remainder of his life was definitely there to be taken, he needed to let it remain untouched.

   It was a strong sense of responsibility that brought him back to Beacon Hills. Naturally, nothing would be the same again. Immediate changes would have to be made in order for him to be able to root himself once again. One of them was a residential change. For multiple reasons, staying at that very apartment he had moved into with his lost child was not something that could be allowed. Nor could merely moving to another unit in the same building be allowed. Just as he had taken the liberty of doing following the death of his significant other, he had made arrangements to live elsewhere. This time, he would be staying at a relatively small estate just on the outskirts of town. A place that would surely allow for the amount of privacy that he desired. There was one last thing that needed to be taken care of before he could say his farewell to the building that he had made a home out of for a couple of months. His key needed to be returned to the front desk. A requirement that was not unreasonable at all as the idea of living somewhere that a complete stranger had access to was unappealing. Entering the lobby of the building, he immediately caught sight of an unfamiliar figure. Someone who was already waiting for the receptionist. Figuring he might as well check to see how long he would be expected to wait for, he approached the stranger and made to initiate a conversation. ]

              "She isn't here. Did she tell you where she was going?"

   "Now who are you?"