Mac did have a sneaking suspicion he'd not be off that easy. I must be dead, he nodded to himself. The plane from Vegas crashed and now.. it's time to pay for a life of debauchery. And worse yet, playing minister. What was I thinking? It was totally official, this new vocation.. he'd been certified by the proper channels.. but still, there was a God somewhere out there in space that had his own process and surely Mac fell way short of His standards. Sighing, he scrambled along with his newest captor. Chuckling to himself, he scoured the ground for a large stone. Maybe a thwack to her head, then I could just make a run for the Mexican border? No.. that'd probably do no more than just piss her off and get the entire clan after my ass.<br/><br/>Maybe, just maybe.. he thought, this one is more reasonable. He doubted, but anything was worth a try. "Mrs Pooky, is it? Dukey's mother, right? First of all, I don't know what your son's intention was but I was simply waiting while they, erm, did whatever they went to do. You know, all I came here to do was answer a few questions from Clara. She's a bit.. well it just spiraled outta control. But honestly there's no reason why I need to stay."