Breakfast

Travis took another spoonful of soup before leaning his head back and sighing. Even that hurt. "What? No. Wait..." He frowned. Maybe he did remember something from yesterday. "Is this the R/M Ranch? My dad only lives like a half hour away, and mom's about an hour and a half from here. I sorta... bounce back and forth." He dropped his eyes to his soup again. It wasn't the most pleasant topic for him. "I'd like a tour of this place since..." He had to stop a moment to cough, which made his head spin. "...I have no idea why I'm even here." Why hadn't his dad taken him to a hospital? Who were all these people? Was his only connection Angel, or more? 

He set his soup aside and slid a little further down under the blanket, but kept his eyes on Ashlee. "So why do you live here? You got parents who work here or something?"


"Oh yes." Dr. Hawks nodded. "I can get our tech guys to send over a copy by the end of the day. I appreciate your help." 

It wasn't much longer before Garret was walking out of the building behind Nate. As they got into the Elite vehicle, he pursed his lips in thought. "Just so you know... Natalie doesn't work on small cases. That could mean something else will go down here at this location, they may have someone else on the inside already, or they might still be after Justin." 


Mick smiled as Xander talked about his family. It was obvious he loved them very much, and Mick only hoped they could find a new start after the dust settles.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed, though still smiled. "Things are alright. Rosetta's great. She puts up with a lot around here, including me and Dylan while looking after BJ on top of everything else. The ranch itself...well, we could be doing better, but with the Agency on the prowl again, there's not a whole lot we can do but just survive. We're all pretty happy though." There had been a lot of bumps along the way. There still were. But for the most part, this home was peaceful, safe and filled with love.


Morning. Carson stood on the little porch, hesitating before ringing the doorbell. It felt strange...not just being here, but being here and not walking right in. He set his sunglasses up on top of his head and finally rang the bell. And when Misty answered, he smiled and held up a couple coffee cups and a bag from the nearest coffee shop. 

"I brought breakfast," he offered. Actually, this visit was two-fold. Breakfast with her, and an attempt to take Herb's advice. "If...you still like coffee and cinnamon rolls."