"If the police will be necessary, then I'll suggest you call for the CDC and FBI. The people who I addressed Miss Smith with are looking for answers. This is too odd of an occurence. However I will give you my car, as I intend to get to the bottom of this. As I'm sure you want to as well", Garret explained to the security chief. He was being polite, but did not carry himself as if afraid of the law or it's workings. Given his job allowed for the law to be gray onsome matters.<br/><br/>Garret just wanted to know what happened. Part of him wanted to know what was real. The smell of leather and that heavy crossbow in hand.<br/><br/>"I'll be back momentarily", he said,"I'm going to contact my companions."<br/><br/>Heading toward the coffee shop, Garret was certain of foul play, or some sort of conspiracy. It was to crazy not to be. Two developements he took note of. Mina had arrived and Max and Kyle were quite cozy.<br/><br/>"So I found footage of the four of us tresspassing", Garret said as he maid eye contact with everyone. Pausing to greet Mina,"I'm Garret, and I assume you're Mina...given the odd circumstances." Garret's hand politely reached out to the tall woman. "I'm barring insanity for the moment, considering that were just 4 of seven, and on the tape footage there were no chrismas decorations. Something is wrong, and I'm suspecting that if we can't get the cooperation we need...we'll need to do something a little unorthodox. Do any of you know a good place to talk...or shall I invite 3 semi-strangers to my apartment until we figure out what is going on and what to do next?"<br/><br/>Well spoken, but still very mobile in his stream of thought. Garret wanted to be helpful, but not crazy. Odd how it seemed to work easier on the otherside. Laying a Judgement, or racking a large crossbow bolt would be quite comforting.