They slip inside the Police Station no problem, Micky finally having picked the lock, both males slipping inside quietly. Sam's heart was beating faster every second that passed by, but the whole while he had an excited grin on his lips, following after Micky. They turn a corner, and it was made completely clear that there was absolutely no one around, so instead of walking slow with a crouch, Sam stood straight, strolling down the hallways after the other, letting his eyes trail around.<br/><br/>It didn't take long before they reached the spot that they were looking for, Sam laughing a bit as Micky 'picked the lock' by breaking it, grabbing what his backpack, and then the back of his shirt, so they retraced the way they had gone. He laughs along with the other, being pulled along as they made their exit, busting out the back door and running away from the building as quickly as they could. The wind brushing past his face was a relief, as Sam didn't realize how much he'd been sweating inside from the intensity of how high strung he'd been, on edge.<br/><br/>Once they get to a safe enough spot, they slow down, Sam panting as he grinned at Micky. "MAN! That was crazy!" He laughs, breathing deeply, panting as they slowed to a quick walk. He runs his hand through his hair, holding it at the back of his head. Sam knew that if they had gotten caught, his brother probably would have killed Micky...and then him as well. He'd never gotten in trouble with the law before, so this was a big push for him.<br/><br/>"So, what're we gonna do now? We still meeting up with Ashley?"<br/><br/>He hoped the answer was yes, because out of all the things he liked the most about this small town was hanging out with Micky when he had the chance to. Otherwise, he was left by himself or hanging out at home with his brothers and that...was not fun at all. Klaus was okay to a point, but not extremely entertaining, always nagging at him about something or other, and Lucas was always locked away in his room, with his nose in a book or studying...or whatever it was that he did in there. He'd asked about it once, but it only resulted in the door being slammed in his face.<br/><br/>As they walked, he glanced over at Micky, before looking the other way, noticing a pretty woman walking past, pulling a wagon full of flowers and gardening supplies. She had a strange vibe to her, almost like the way that he'd felt about Micky when they had first gotten to know each other. He taps Micky's arm, and when he got the other's attention he pointed the woman out. "Hey, do you know who she is?" He looks to Micky again. "I know she owns the flower shop, but that's about all I know about her."<br/><br/>Feign didn't notice the two boys as they walked past on the opposite side of the street, pulling the wagon full of flowers and equipment behind her, heading towards Astrid's smithy. She'd gotten distracted far too long, at it was much later than she had planned on getting there. But once she got to the shop she gave a quick greeting to Astrid before beginning work right away, keeping the flowers simple and yet elegant, inside and outside the shop.<br/><br/>"Oh...and Astrid?" She looks up at the other. "You don't have to pay me. This is a gift." She gives a smile, patting the dirt that she'd placed around one of the plants by the front door, standing up after and brushing her hands on the apron she wore. Even if Astrid tried to insist, she just shook her head, waving her hand in a dismissing manner, still smiling that smile of hers, eyes twinkling and sincere in her words. "I really do not mind. I'm sad I never visited earlier than this. So please, accept my gift."<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Later on, in the evening:<br/></span><br/><br/>After Lucas had gone to bed, Klaus decided to go for a walk to clear his head. Pulling on a light jacket, and his guitar over his shoulder, he slips out of the house, locking the door behind him. Usually he didn't like leaving Lucas alone by himself at night, as the boy often had extremely bad night terrors, but recently he'd been getting better so decided that maybe it would be okay...just this once. He was also a bit frustrated that Samuel had not come home yet. No message, no calls...nothing.<br/><br/>Sighing, he walks down the side path of the house, heading off in the opposite direction of downtown, glancing up and staring at the stars as they twinkled in the sky above. His hands were in his pockets, and he had a tired expression on his face, as he sighs deeply again, the oxygen in his lungs leaving slowly. It was a bit exhausting having to take care of two younger brothers. He was proud that he had the duty, and he wouldn't trade it for the world but...there were times when he wished it wasn't so stressful. Especially with Sam, who was a bit rambunctious at times, and now, it seemed, was starting a rebellious phase.<br/><br/>His feet wander forward, and before he knew it he'd come across a small park like spot, an old playground with swings and a slide and a couple seesaws. Trees and a bed of flowers decorated the spot, and there was a water fountain and an small bathroom. A smile forms on his lips as he goes over the to the picnic table that was set beneath the tree, stepping up onto the bench and then sitting on the surface, pulling his guitar into his lap.<br/><br/>Running his fingers over the guitar strings, he plays a few chords before he begins playing, at first only the guitar was heard streaming through the night, and then after he'd finished the first song, he actually began to sing softly. Quietly, before letting his voice rise, carrying deep emotion as he sang, a soft, melencholic expression on his face, eyes closed slightly, a smile on his lips.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJmY0-SWOG4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJmY0-SWOG4</a>m