Happy dance

Alec just looks back at Hope, an inquisitive look in his eye, almost like he didn't understand what she meant, even though it was simple. He doesn't respond, but just watches her leave, the strangest look on his face as he stares at the closed door.

Rick turns around to see him and watches him for several moments before giving in to a small smile. "Feels good to help someone, doesn't it?"

Alec snaps to attention and looks at Rick quickly, but without an answer. Was that the strange feeling he felt in his gut? It was... warm. Hope had thanked him for helping and she'd really meant it. She had... appreciated him. It was different than what he shared with Ryan. This was... well, he couldn't put his finger on it.

Rick cocks his head, wondering at the silence. "Maybe it even feels better than killing someone or torturing for sport."

Maybe. Alec looks away and scoots down in the bed again, turning on his side that wasn't so sore. He felt the same kind of confusion he'd had when Ryan had returned to see him after he'd dissed her. This new feeling confused him. This feeling of... feeling good.


Mick's eyes widen at BJ's hurried explanation of what had just gone on. "Whoa, wait, you what?"

He shakes his head and kneels to the boy's level. "First of all, you saw Dylan. And he took something from Angel's office?"

Frowning, he ruffles BJ's hair. "You did the right thing by telling me. How about you go help Mom for a sec and catch your breath? I need to make a phone call."

Standing up, Mick waits until BJ is out of earshot before picking up the phone. He could walk, but he wanted to be discrete if Dylan was wandering around with something he'd stolen. "Hey, Becky... is Angel in the dining hall? Yeah, could I talk to her? Thanks." Waiting until he hears Angel's voice, he starts in with concern in his voice. "Angel, it's Mick. Listen, can you do me a favor? BJ just came to me and said Dylan had taken something from your office. Something that fit in his pocket. I don't know if it's something to worry about or not, but could you go check your inventory? I can bring BJ if you like so he can tell us exactly where Dylan was."


The flush of the toilet echos in the bathroom and Leo lets out a whoop. It had taken two trips to the store and it was almost five o'clock, but the toilet was fixed with no bills to the plumber.

"Yes!" Leo throws up his arms, bandaged hand and all - hot, sweaty, hungry and tired, but successful.

Spinning around, he grabs Cassy, one hand in hers, the other around her waist and does a little dance with her, careful to not jerk her around too much as he takes most of the weight with his footwork. "We did it, we did it, woo woo!"