Michael looked after his sister and Ilario, thinking about his options. If he stayed around she would know he was complicit in whatever happened. But if he left he would be abandoning his sister to them, and a fate that he had no idea of what it entailed. Either option made him feel like a coward, one for running from what he caused, and the other for being to afraid to run from it. Wrenching his gaze away from the two of them, he walked back out to his car and leaned the set back, eventually dozing off from the lack of sleep. His dreams were filled with his sister, and in most of them she only had one question for him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Why?"<br/>
</span><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><b>Simultaneously with the above section <br/>
</b><br/>Ilario offered Catriona his arm, leading her back to the crate that they had gotten set up like an office.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"I enjoy working with him too. He is a good man, your brother. Always keeps his word, even if it kills him to do it. Hell this is just an example. He's been pulling lots of long hours, on little sleep, yet he still went and got you today because he gave his word to his father's best friend. I envy the young their ability to do that and not completely die. If I tried that at my age I would have a heart attack."</span>He laughed self-deprecatingly and moved like an old man for a few seconds before looking over his shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">"Hey boss, glad you could join us. Mike not coming?"</span>