Have you?

"I saw him head out back earlier." Jim shrugs. "Figured he was just taking a break."

Mick growls and shakes his head. "That boy is gonna be the death of me." No clean stalls and it was past chore time now and Dylan hadn't shown back up again. Had he run off without intention of returning? Mick wondered.

Helping out with the rest of the chores, Mick wanders back to the office, looking around for BJ as he went. Odd... he hadn't seen him in quite a while. Calling for him produced nothing, and Mick goes to the house to wash up then heads to the dining hall. BJ was probably in the toy room over there while supper was getting ready.

But once there, Mick finds the room empty. A bit of worry sets in, though he tries to convince himself it's nothing. Finding Rosetta in the kitchen, he gestures her over to him for a moment. "Hey... I haven't seen BJ for hours. Have you?"


"Dinner?" Scot blinks and tries to bring his surroundings into focus. His mind begins to clear and suddenly he remembers where he is. For a few seconds of peace, he had thought he was home. But no... no... he was in his room at Brookshire.

He shakes his head and manages to sit up, pulling himself from Hope and rubbing some sleep from his eyes. "I don't feel hungry."

He uses the table to help pick himself up from the floor, only to walk a couple feet to the bed where he lies down again, curling up on his side. He almost felt worse now, realizing reality again.