Alan, who was now white as snow, placed his hand up to his chest, in silence. He begun to push on his chest a bit, as color returned to him.<br/><br/>"...Okay, now that my heart has restarted." He sighed, taking a deep breath.<span style="font-style: italic">"Why. Why did you say something to the scary lady."</span>He asked himself, scared out of his mind, sure he was about to be killed. Or beaten up. Or looked at in a mean way. Or any number of awful things! Considering the possibilities, he wiped the dust off his face, laced there by the bandit woman's overly dramatic exit.<br/><br/>"Uhhh...I-I"m A-Alan." He stuttered, turning to Andrew, finally realizing he was being talked to. Or at. "Uhhh....Looking for somebody. About this tall...last I checked, probably about this tall now..." He said, using his hand to gesture about four feet, then around five and a half. "...How much do people grow in six years..." He quietly asked himself, trying to figure it out He shook his head, returning his attention back to Andrew.<br/><br/>"Anyways, he would be 12 years old, goes by Zeke, black hair. You...Wouldn't happen to have seen somebody like that, have you?" He asked, his voice a mixture of desperation and knowing the answer was no.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Don't you worry, it's gonn-GAH" Girien yelped, as the package hit his head and sent him tumbling out of his seat and crashing to the ground. "Oh...hello birdies" He groaned, sitting up, a bit wobbly. His eyes were spinning, the the package hitting pretty hard.<br/><br/>He shook his head, turning his head to look at the courier. "I didn't know I was gonna be here bef- at all! Totally unplanned! Plan it, I did not!" He said. A total lie! and a not very good one at that.<br/><br/>"Anyways here you go nerd." Girien said,  throwing the package on the table in front of Garret. "Written instructions, incase you forget. A book,  about how to fight better! A cd. You probably don't know what that is. And some money, because I<span style="font-style: italic">care</span>." He told garret, standing up and heading towards the door.<br/><br/>"Garret will handle the payment, Mr. Leons. And will handle your drinks!" He explained, patting Alex on the shoulder, with maybe a bit more force than comfortable! He let out a chuckle, looking at the two, his eyes studying them.<br/><br/>"Rest a bit, you two. I have a feeling you're going to need it."<br/><br/>And with that warning, he left the two.