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</div>Alvaro hung back for a moment to sort through the things they'd spoken of and what he was going to say to Dan. He doubted the man would be averse to being removed from the guard job, but he hadn't exactly asked to be removed, so Alvaro considered it might feel like being fired. It was a situation where he wished he had Sylvia to advise him. She knew all the ways to soothe people and smooth situations through. He imagined the sound of her voice, so clear in his memory as though she was standing right there. She had been a gift from God when they needed her most and had pulled Jericho together just as he was about to throw all caution to the wind for an American white southern boy he'd fallen hard for. It wasn't dramatic or far-fetched to think they all would have died at the hands of the family if she'd not acted quickly and brilliantly.<br/><br/>Before slipping too far into the past, Alvaro snuffed his smoke and headed back inside, pushing the ghosts back again and thoughts of Dan forward. He grabbed an apple at the dining hall and tossed it up and down as he continued on to Dan's room. Eyes on the goal, all other distractions neatly tucked away, Alvaro knocked on the door, taking a bite of the apple while he waited.[/float_left][/float_left]