((Sorry for making you wait Caela.  Here we go.))<br/><br/>Hearing her story, the parts she was willing to share, Richard filled in the blanks since he had memorized the article from start to finish.  Too bad the man had died by taking a nose dive off his balcony, Richard would have loved to meet the man right before turning him into a house fly and stomping him from existence.  He felt pangs of guilt for not telling her who he truly was to begin with after all, but he hesitated as he looked out to the ocean again.  Cindy indeed seem to be enjoying herself, but she didn't hold any interest to him, not like Jasmine.  Turning to her again, Richard shook his head and shrugged out of his black leather jacket, folding it neatly before laying it away from Jasmine.  He didn't need to chance her rifling through his pockets should she truly be an agent after all.  Better safe than sorry.  "Hey, don't worry about it Jasmine.  It's natural to grieve after such a tragic loss.  I'm not planning on going anywhere just because you consider yourself bad company.  I'm a good listener, and no offense to your friend out there, but you are far more interesting in my opinion.  Besides, you're one of the few people that I don't already know on this island in some form or another."<br/><br/>He was dropping a very dangerous hint as to what his last name was, and what it meant.  Still, he locked eyes with Jasmine all the same, and she would find nothing but warmth and compassion despite the darkness creeping up around him.  As long as he could fight it off, he'd be just as he was now, a good person struggling not to drown in his family's depraved and insane activities.