Kryner recalled, "Just glad you weren't driving like that in my body." He snickered thinking back to how cramped Sidwell felt when you went in the right neighborhood. "Hey... remember that big muscle headed Stalingrante we followed into that apartment. Y'know the one that blew up... you know whatever happened to him?" He asked her since the last he ever saw of the man was walking through the rubble to chase after the cops and Kryner was more focused on getting Del to safety.<br/><br/>While she drove them around Kryner looked out at the pretty springtime air which was getting more and more lively with each passing day. The humdrum nature of the small town was pleasant a few houses dotted along the road on occasion through driveways reaching back into the woods. Once they crossed the river and the firehouse they were passing a house maybe once every mile heading south towards Silverwood.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Charles was laying in bed with his suitor Mrs. Valentine currently with her lovely legs wrapped around his middle as they laughed and Charles was having a drink he saved on the nightstand. "So I tell the boss, 'Eyyy Hoss, ain't no hurry why don't we count the bills.' He turns to me, looks at Deli backhands me with the roll of bills and asks how much. I go 'Damn Hossy either you hitting with under a grand or he gone soft.' So we pitched the guy who short-changed us off a bridge. I'm pretty she he was ok, but still good fun."