Dukes was giving out help where he could, but most of what needed to be done was done, or only a one-person job. Not wanting to look lazy, he decided to check over the first car he worked on once more. He wasn't looking for anything special, just checking to be sure he didn't miss anything. Dukes dreaded going home tonight, back to his cage, back to his nightmare. Accepting what he was would never be easy, he would always fight his inner self, but at least he could be sure he would never hurt anyone again. Shuddering at the thought of the past, he shook it off and went back to checking on the car. His position, oddly enough, provided excellent acoustics, and Dukes could hear a chilling conversation. The sharp dressed man was trying to buy the place, but Teagan wasn't going to give it up, yet the sharp dressed man acted strange about it. He cringed at the "blood on a nice suit" comment Teagan made, she clearly knew how to unsettle someone. Hearing the footsteps of the sharp dressed man leaving, Dukes decided to get up and find something else to work on. Just before he could get to work on an engine that had just been taken out of an old truck, Teagan's voice caught his ear. He turned on his heels to face her, and listened carefully. His eyes lit up a bit when she told him to pick out one of the clunkers in the back, he would love working on it after work.<br/><br/>"Thank you very much, ma'am!" He said before turning to work on that engine a bit before shop closed up. Suddenly, a hot-piercing pain shot through his skull. He grimaced at the pain, the sensation melting into his bones. He shook it off as best he could and took a drink of water before getting to work, ignoring the pain.