It went just as planned, maybe better by far. His plan worked, he felt proud and it was clear on his face. As he had directed no one spoke, he didn't want the boy hearing their voices, let alone Diego's. He didn't sound sick today so his voice was normal. Letting to with one arm Diego went over and loosely bound Kinjo's wrists and feet. His feet were tired regularly but his hands were double noosed. So once Kinjo was in the well he could slip out of them. He had to see to get out of them. The cord never vanished but Diego slipped a thick strap over Kinjo's eyes as James moved his arm. He held Kinjo in his arms as they hightailed it back to the house he and Jason lived in. When they got there James was already in a way forming a plan on how to get Kinjo into the well. He was making it up as he went.<br/><br/>Jason was sitting at the Ice cream shop waiting for his friend. As well as texting him. He loved the new phone. All through his mind he replayed that night, where he almost called Kinjo's foster father "dad". He wanted to but got scared and didn't. Only just hugged him, fighting back joy filled tears as well. But he sighed and rubbed his scarred arm, "I wish I said it..." He made a face and looked up. Hoping Kinjo was coming but he wasn't answering. Standing he got up and went to go maybe meet with him wherever he was. Little did he know what James had done.