2019-08-29 - Welcome Back To the Neighborhood. It's a mess.

Really this is the place Byron recommends? It looks like an industrial zone had a fight with an Easter European country and everyone lost in this neighborhood. Like a requiem for the Rust Belt stands Elm Street defiant against caving in. In the middle of this very questionable landscape stands, with the bay door rolled up, the original Kelly's Gym circa 1938, and looking like it was last updated in...1938. Yeesh. Hey, it's not elegant but the posters from fights hosted in its glory days still hang proud and some are even more recent.

Let's be honest, Byron may also like to slum it.

The cars in the lot are more functional than fancy. A couple are kept in some damn nice repair. joey's bike being one of them. The radio currently has 'Back in Black" by AC/DC on it. It's a classic rock staple. Joey is currently going over some things on a clipboard, towel over his shoulder. "K, I think lunch order is ready to be called in. Mitch, tell Duarte it's his turn to go grab it."

"Well, it's good to see that no one has wasted any money cleaning or repairing this place in the last decade." The words come along with a laugh when Poe approaches the rough looking building, his shoes kicking up dust around each step he takes. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but he also wasn't saying it so quietly that no one would hear him had they been loitering about. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the pants fit snugly and so does the muscle shirt he wears. His expression is bright at viewing one of his old haunts that really hadn't changed a bit. If something is this good why would you bother to change it? Something to be said for the rawness of the place. It serves a purpose and does it well.

He makes to approach the open bay door and head inside - but stops short at the sound of a voice that is familiar. A decade ago familiar, but familiar. He turns to spy Joey not far away. And a familiar face. He might not be entirely sure which half of the equation this one is though.

Whatever Byron's reasons, Erin trusted him. For one, he'd never want to lose a paying customer no matter who paid the bill. Her Maserati parked outside didn't fit in really, but she didn't much care. Wearing clothing that isn't her usual, she darkens the doorway, even if it is a bay door. The sweat pants, while screaming high dollar, are still sweat pants. And the t-shirt is thick and comfortable but just plain and undecorated. Still, to her, she's dressed down.

The other newly arrived person saves Erin from having to say anything right away. It doesn't stop her approach though, or her looking around the interior. It had its own appeal and charm so it's with interest she studies her surroundings.

Joey arches an eyebrow up like, yup. This is my damn day. The pen SLAPS to the clip board and he hands it off to Duarte who is just like they used to be built: Scrappy teen finding a place for all that pent up energy before he does something truly stupid. It's like a haven for the ill inclined and so ironically also the place that tries to deter teens and kids from getting involved in the very crimes Joey's paying for this place in.

Joey looks the same, a little bigger, scruffy, still rough around the edges. Seeing Poe that mean mug splits into a grin, "Mother fucker. Look who came home." Those green eyes take note there's a lady now present but he changes himself for no living soul, much to the GHPD's chagrin. "Been a minute man. Get your ass in here." Now he looks at Erin. She's looks lost maybe? Nah she's in sweats sooo, he takes his best guess, "Something we can help you with, or you lookin for someone?"

"Joe Kelly." Poe replies, his expression bright and a heavy smile on his lips. He approaches the other man and extends a hand to the familiar face. "I heard they caught up to you. Figured you'd either get yourself shivved or be running the place. Glad I didn't put any money down on you sprouting extra holes. I wasn't sure if anyone was still around from when I was last here - but seems as though not everyone escapes. And this fucking place? Hasn't changed a bit." He swings his own gaze to focus on Erin as well, smile still painted on his lips while he consider her. Does he know her? It had been a decade since he left town, so if he ever did nothing sparks the memory. "She's likely looking for the best gym in the city. A reputation this place has earned a hundred times over."

Ellie is a regular at Kelly's Gym, and the redhead makes her way in wearing shorts that fall to just above the knee, and a tee shirt. She has a bag slung over her shoulder and sneakers on her feet. The owner of Espresso Yourself looks to be in a good mood today, which is not often the case when she darkens the gym's doorstep.

She finds a spot to drop her bag, and rummages in it, pulling out wrapping tape and 10 oz. boxing gloves. She lifts a hand to wave to Joey, trying to decide which twin it is, before she begins wrapping her hands.

Erin doesn't interrupt while the two are catching up. Nor does she seem particularly bothered by the use of the language. Hearing names, she recognizes them from school, a few years older than her and no one she'd spent any time with. Lingering back, she's finishes taking in her surroundings and when she's addressed, she takes a step forward.

"Hi," she greets Joey Kelly. "A friend recommended this gym. Specifically you, for training in self defense and general ass-kicking." A lopsided smile. 'I'm Erin Addington."

Well this shit put him in a better mood. "Shit, brother, I ran that place and now this one." Yeah, he got nabbed a bit. He doesn't even much care at this point now that it's over with. He gets the familiar hand out in greeting, "Shit, how long you back ofr or are you back?" A finger goes up to buy a second and Eleanor gets a wave. "Duarte's runnin out to grab lunch. Stop him if you want him to grab you somethin." Regulars are like extended tribe anyways.

That eyebrow arches to Erin, never i a million years expecting anyone with an Addington moniker to ask him for help. He wipes his hand so it's dry and offers it to her, "You talked to Thorne huh?" His only damn guess. She gets a once over thoughtfully, not lasciviously, and he agrees, "Yeah, we can arrange that." Looking to Poe he considers, "Should just start an Asshole Deterrent and Solutions class." Looking to Eleanor he asks, "Hey if, uh, if we did somethin like that could you post that up at the shop?"

It's about then his brain catches up adding the cops that came by to shake him up over current events and the woman here and a faint ghost of an expression of realization catches up. "Oh...shit. Hey, um... Look, I'm sorry to hear about your family. Yeah. We can absolutely help you."

"Aren't we exactly the assholes that need to be deterred? Not saying we wouldn't have some valuable lessons to teach, but the first one would likely be to stay the fuck away from us. Not good if you're looking to get repeat business. Maybe wait until the last lesson before you drop that truth on them?" Poe suggests, giving Joey's hand a firm shake and then navigating so he's more beside the other man than before him so it's easier for Joey to talk to Erin. "I just got back like a week ago? I was living down in LA and making enough to keep my head above water but my gran was sick and my folks moved to the east coast the same year I left. I said I'd come back and try to help her out a bit. Here I am. Bit of a change of pace from LA."

He refocuses on Erin. "Addington. I thought you looked familiar, but - I could still be imagining things. If you want ass kicking Joey here is the right one to teach it, Erin. Pretend you didn't hear the bit about avoiding him. He's good people." Well, mostly.

Poe also offers a casual and friendly smile toward Eleanor. Likely another face he has seen, but - ten years, drugs, memory.

"Course you could, Joe!" Eleanor calls back to Joey, figuring out it's him by now. She looks to Duarte and smiles. "The regular for me. Turkey club, no tomato please." She fishes out some cash and hands it over to the man. This seems like a common practice. The bag gets zipped up and she slides her gloves on, heading for the heavy bag. She smiles back to Poe, and if he ever gets coffee at Espresso Yourself he's seen her, as she owns it, and has lived here all her life. She was a few years ahead of him and Erin in school. Ok more than a few.

Erin follows suit, wiping her hand on her light gray colored sweats before slipping it into his and giving it a firm but feminine shake. Her hands are soft, pretty much callous free. It probably says a lot about her, none of it good. It doesn't matter, she doesn't seem to be hiding anything. "Yes, it was Byron Thorne. He thought you may be able to help me."

Retracting her hand, Erin allows it to fall to her side. Only when her family is mentioned does she close off her expression more. "Thank you for your condolences, I.. appreciate the thoughts." Shifting her eyes to Poe, she gives another lopsided smile like before, just aiming to be friendly and getting the general awkwardness out of the way. "Thank you for the recommendation. I brought a bag, I wasn't sure if I needed to set an appointment, but if you're creating a class, I can wait for it?"

Noticing Eleanor she gives a more genuine smile, trying to force herself to relax. She'd seen her at the coffee place, surely. "It is good to see you again."

Joey snorts at Poe's proclamation, "Yeah, maybe, but I ain't ever laid a hand on no lady." Shaking his head he adds, "Got cousins. They do not appreciate that shit." Presumably of the affected demographic here. The endorsement pulls a faint grin and a small nod like 'well that's true'. Whatever the issue is with the condolences stops there and he says not another word on it. Poe being there for that history can likely parse out why. Kelly's an asshole, sure, but not a total fucking asshole.

To Erin both fingers point to her, "Nawp. Now's just fine. but if I do put somethin together it'll be a couple nights a month. Spread the word to those that want is. For now? No rings, no piercings. I got a baggie if you need it. Future reference we do have a changing room, single person. Ugly as hell, but clean. Bathrooms are there. Water fountain there. We'll get started in a minute." Looking back to Poe he grins, "Should see B now man," in reference to Byron, "Doin real well for himself. Was here last night. You just missed em." That said he calls to Ellie, "You need more tape I got more. " And that done he heads back to find a pair of sparring gloves that will fit Erin. "So what's up with your Gram? You know you lookin for work I can use a hand. Also got some leads on options too depending on what you're lookin for. Think that over. How's she holdin up though?"

"Shit. I figured everyone would be gone. Not everyone but surprised that so many old names and faces are still haunting this place. Not like it's the most welcoming place in the world at times. Fuck, I can't talk - I came back. Not the first time I was looking for reason to come back either." Poe says shaking his head and dismissing the thought with a shrug. "Gran is still fit enough to run a marathon I think, but her mind seems to be wandering a bit. She has twenty seven fucking cats. Yes. That's what I'm living with right now. You know anyone who wants a cat, well the shelter is about to get a few. She's renting half the duplex over on Elm, but not sure she even remembers it most days. Work though? If you've got things that need going we should get together and talk. When you're not busy." He gestures toward Erin at that last comment. Ass kicking lessons are alway a priority.

Poe makes his way deeper into the room - then raises a hand to catch Eleanor's attention. "You want someone to swing at or just planning to use the bag? I don't mind."

"Miss Addington," Eleanor greets with a warm smile. "If you're looking for a place to work out where no one will harass or hassle you, this is the place. I've been coming here for years." She sets up at the bag and begins to work it, punches and kicks. Kickboxing training, it looks like. She grins at Poe, "I usually just work with the bag. I'm not at the level of most of the people here."

"Everyone comes back to this town. People leave, they make a big circle around the world and come back." It takes Erin a moment to realize, or come to the conclusion that Joey had been offering her a job. There are no rings on her fingers but there are some pretty diamonds in her ears. Probably real. A habit more than anything to wear them. Lifting her hands she starts removing them, taking a look at the different areas he tells her about. "My grandmother is holding up surprisingly well. She has an iron heart I think.. If I could be like her I may just have it made. Have to get rid of the feels first." A light smile as the earrings come free. "I'm pretty sure you aren't offering me a job. Are you?" Was he was actually talking to her or Poe or Ellie. Likely Poe, since he answers about the grandmother too. Her cheeks heat a little beneath her olive skin. "Pardon me, I've been misunderstanding things a lot recently."

A look of relief is given to Eleanor. "I appreciate that too. I just want a place where I can learn a few things and put them to practice and maybe find others who want to do the same. Not looking to cause trouble or bring any with me and with the murders all but solved completely, I think it's a little safer to come out now."

Eleanor smiles to everyone, then she puts in her headphones and goes to work on her routine.

Joey fills in the other gaps he can talk about in daytime hours, "Also thinking of starting up a promotion circuit. Looking at it with a couple investors." Meaning he's gonna run it by Monaghan because money doesn't move without passing his fingers, "and could use some talent. Some folks around here got deep pockets for that sorta thing. Some damn good talent around here too.." Erin asks about a job though and man, it's a confused look on Kelly's face there when he offers without saying 'no', "It's minimum wage but you also get full gym usage comped. I dunno if that's what your'e lookin for but you're also welcome to flip off anyone who don't talk polite." When the thug has manners other people can have them too.

Then there's the apology and Joey comes to a full stop. "Erin..." Fingers lift to just pause. Time out. "For one like I was tellin Byron last night? Cops already been through here a couple times with nothin. They like to shake up Elm street like it owes them money. It's just gonna happen. That's not on you." Both eyebrows arch, "For two?" He looks to Ellie who is grabbing her lunch from Duarte and instead to Poe like help me out here, man. Wording. He is shit with wording.

Fingers rub his forehead and quietly he admits to her, "Look my ma was killed when I was 16 so, like... I kinda get it. Just... stop apologizin. None of this is your fault and if trouble wants to roll up in here it knows to stop at the fuckin porch. Cool?" He holds out a fist for her to bump. "That said? let's see if we can put you back in the driver's seat. Cool?"

This was one of those times Erin was so completely out of her element that it left her faltering a little. However, she was determined to fit into this world and she straightens to her full height of pretty damn tall for a woman and angles her chin like she'd just taken a hit to it and was prepared for another one.

"I think you were offering a job to your friend," She motions to Poe, "And asking about his grandmother. I just thought, for some odd reason, that you were talking to me. I wouldn't be adverse to working here. But I've got no real references. I've never held a real job. I'm not sure what I'd be good at. I've been going to school for nursing so I can do the whole medical thing. I've just finished all that for this semester. If I want to go further than Paramedic training, you know, sort of emergency stabilizing for it, I'll have to go back in the fall. I'm considering it. But just to get out and away from my family right now, I'd work here if you'd have me. I can sweep. I do it in my own kitchen when Byron isn't sending the maids around." Aaaaand she's rambling.

A wry look and she stops a moment to gather herself, giving the fistbump in return when it is offered. "Cool," she finally settles with. "Thanks for taking the time with me."

Since Ellie seems happy to work on her shit by herself Poe leaves her to it. He does take a few wandering steps around the gym, nodding to himself. Of course it had changed, but it hadn't changed much. It has the same no nonsense charm that it had always had. His loop finishes back in the direction of Joey and Erin and he listens to the pair speak with a furrowed expression. He'd been out of town and pretty much out of touch - of course he can pick up some of what is happening from the context of the conversation, but is careful not to speak too many particulars.

"We know well enough how to deal with trouble even when it does roll up. You get used to it after awhile. But, this has always been a bit of a haven and it should be that way for everyone. Everyone wants to come here and work on themselves and no one really asks questions about what goes on outside of here. It's good. Not many places where you can just be free of baggage and be able to just focus." He looks between the pair and settles on Joey. "Promotion circuit? You'll have to tell me more. Like, I've got a roof and food to eat so I'm not suffering quite yet, but the savings account doesn't have many digits. Going to need to earn something soon. Unless gran is hiding a bunch of money under a bed somewhere. Believe me, I'm looking."

Joey developed patience from somewhere. Who knew! And all the words. But then, fistbump! See there. It's okay. Everyone lived. "We'll come up with something. Phones need to be answered and honestly there's always shit to sweep up and get sorted and if you can help figure out some fliers and shit? They'd likely rather talk to you than me." Pretty lade with manners and communication skills... or Joey? No contest there. She's leaps and bounds more public friendly.

"Seriously, if you're going to school for nursing you will get the practice in here. Lots of sprains, cuts, scrapes, bust knuckles, ribs and broken noses." He looks to Poe and looks disappointed. "Not Byron's. He wouldn't let me. Fucker still looks airbrushed." Looking back to Erin he seems resolute in the decision to give her a space to figure some shit out. Besides, when the world takes things from you beating the ever living crap out of something is strangely cathartic. "We'll start with some basics so you can start learning how to do this safely. Like I tell people, you get into a fight sloppy you'll become the other guy's MVP. "

Looking back to Poe he nods with a wry grin, "Hey for 10% I'll help you look." He considers and offers, "I'll ask Jaime about the cats." Looking to Erin he asks casually, "You need a cat cause it turns out I know a guy swimming in cats."

"I am willing to do anything. It's good to be away from my apartment. I've been a prisoner there far too long with the threats." Erin smiles, but it's a little wobbly. "I can do medical and sweeping, answer phones, start a washing machine with all of the towels and jock straps." Trying for a little levity.

Until her phone chirps. Habit has her checking it immediately in case it's her grandmother. She never keeps her waiting. It isn't but what she reads ha the color draining from her expression and making a slightly strangled sound.

"I don't know that I can start learning immediately. Alexander Clayton is in the hospital. The same person who killed my parents attempted to kill him too, I have to go." She doesn't immediately move, tapping out a response and getting another quickly after. She looks at Joey then Poe and shrugs helplessly. "I don't know what to do.." She's usually so decisive.

The concern on Poe's face when the colour drains out of Erin's is sincere, but Erin explains what's happening before he has to ask. The name doesn't mean anything to him, but people nearly getting murdered isn't anything to be taken lightly.

"Are you alright to get there by yourself?" Poe finally asks, glancing toward Joey and then back to Erin. "One of us could run you over if you needed?" Perhaps she is indecisive because she doesn't feel safe enough to venture there on his own. That could be solved.

Joey slides a look to Poe not of Why are you volunteering me but more of Good thought. "You seen her car? Shit, dude we'll get stopped. She'll be fine." He pulls out his phone and only says, "Gimme your number. We'll text you. Hit us up if you catch any issues. This is Poe. Poe, Erin. He's cool. Known em more than a while." He takes a deep breath frowning to Poe, "I'll explain the situation later. City kidna has some capital P problem right now in short." His fingers idly itch at the whiskers on his chinny chin chin thoughtfully looking back to Erin. "You got my number andlook, we'll talk later. I'll be here to 11:30 so if... you need to hit somethin? call. I'll leave the parking lot lights on. you can come by."

"His throat was slit. Just like.." Erin doesn't finish but shaking hands have her tucking her phone in her pocket. "Yeah.. yeah I'll let you know if there is any problem." Her expression says otherwise. Turning, she hurries for the bay door but looks back. "Thanks, I'll be in touch about that work and all. I'm sorry for.." Another helpless shrug. "I'm just sorry." With that she hurries out to her car.

Capital P problems indeed. Not that Poe hasn't seen his share of shit, but it's usually happening in the darker areas of the city. Or whatever city he happened to be in. Proper upstanding folks don't usually get throats cut and murdered and all of those grisly bits. He just blinks a couple times and watches Erin make for the door, raising a hand in some sort of farewell to the woman before shaking his head and looking back to Joey. "Hopefully she's fine getting there. She seemed - rightfully - a bit shocked. What the fuck is going on? Maybe that's too big a question to ask, but just give me the cliff notes version of it?"

Joey keeps an eye on her from there while she gets in her sports car. All 5'10" of This shit ends now finally relaxes when she's gone. Calm as any other day he looks to Poe with that vague disquiet that follows encounters like that. "Short story is someone's fuckin taken a chainsaw to the Addington family tree. Dunno why. Not involved, but we're gonna go with," two fingers on either hand flick out framing the paraphrase, "a 'bad person' did it. And this asshole ain't fuckin sanctioned to do shit as far as I know. We know this because everytime the cops ask me if I know some dodgy motherfucker I gotta tell em the same thing. Don't fuckin know. Is we done?"

Taking a deep breath he lets it out slow and then goes to grab his sandwich Duarte brought in for him off the food run. "Too damn bad. I mean she seems nice. That's still pretty shitty tho. What I can tell you while I got nothing particularly for or against em? We get that killer asshole I bet you... there's prolly reward in it and I bet you... cops poke around a lot fuckin less." Pausing he unfolds his Italian everything sub and arches an eyebrow, "Speaking a which if you're lookin to get some no questions cash I can see what's open if it turns out Gramma's mattress ain't stuffed with lettuice."

"That sort of shit would never be sanctioned. That's way too fucking loud and brings too many of the Harbor's best down knocking on doors. Even the cops should fucking well know that - I'm sure they do, but it makes it look like they're doing something if they're down here shaking you up and making noises. I guess this is all good to know because I imagine they're going to come knocking on my door one of these days and start asking questions. I've been away for a decade but I'm sure they've got a folder an inch wide on me and I'll be a fat target if they need to point fingers. I mean, not for this exactly - but if shit is going down in the city it always finds my place."

Now, why would trouble ever come after him? Because of how quickly he's ready to agree to Joey's offer. "This is why I love you, Joey. I was going to send you a card when you were in jail. Do they let people send cards to jail? I didn't actually do much more than think about it. If you have work that needs done or know someone that needs some hands - well, let me give you my number. I'm not holding my breath on the mattress lottery. She likely spend her savings on cat food."

Joey still has his phone out and takes down the number arching an eyebrow, "Dude for reals?" the long explanation of how it almost happen is really funnier than a damn card. "Good thing you didn't come by. Place was a real fuckin Hilton. They mighta convinced you to try to stay." when the phone exchange is done he nods, "It was a'ight. I mean Jaim came by when he was in town. He's drivin now. For like... up and down the coast." Trucking not boosting... not really. Sorta? "With 27 fucking cats I'd imagine. And that's before you left. You might get home to find like fifty. God," He sighs, "You got more cats at your place than I ever had people livin at my damn house. You need to step away, you lemme know man." He points down the road and waves his hand. "I'm still just over there. Same house on Elm." He pauses considering something. "Brother and I were thinkin of havin a cookout. I'll keep you posted. Should come by."

"Gran's place is on Elm. I didn't realize you two were still in town, didn't even think to go down to the place and knock on the door. So, it sounds like we're pretty close to neighbours. Makes it easy to stop by and visit and also if I need to slip a couple cats through someone's window I've got just the place." He grins, shaking his head. "Bunch of the cats will be gone later this week. Going to need to call further out to find a shelter that will take the rest. Then I need to clean the place - you can imagine I'm sure the shape it's in."

Poe rolls his shoulders, clearly pleased at finding someone from the 'old days' still around. It was weird coming back after so long. "Oh, crazy - my gran has rented the other half of the duplex to a crowd that shares our sensibilities. Was a pleasant surprise. I'll introduce you soon. Can invite them over if your cookout is an open event. They're all cool." Cool in the way that they know how to keep business to themselves and the cops somewhere else entirely.

Joey holds up a finger, 'One, yes neighbors welcome if they bring somethin. 2? If it's a bunch a folks in a band I think they are already on the invite and Jaim might've hooked up with one of em. No idea, but yeah, if they're cool bring em on by man." Giant. bite. out of that damn sandwich. He considers the following statement carefully before offering. Once words leave his mouth he keeps them as truth so all words are chosen carefuly. Granted it's a small, but honest assortment. "You need help on not-tonight lemme know. I'll swing by. See if Jaime is up for it. Throw in a pizza and some Cuervo and we'll call it square man." Like they wouldn't get pizza and a beer anyways.

"Yeah? I might take you up on that. Need to get one of those big garbage bins and just start carrying stuff in. Not sure she's technically a hoarder, but hasn't thrown anything away for the last decade either." Poe glances down at his phone and considers the time on it. "I should head back. Told Lex I'd catch her when she's done work. It was great to catch up. I'm planning to spend some serious time here actually working out - just came today to see if the place was still how I remembered it. Maybe see if you can still throw a punch next time I swing over? I learned a few tricks in LA." He tucks that phone away, taking a single step toward the door. "And shoot a text any time. Work, fun, exercise. I'm up for anything."

Joey throws out a hand for Poe on his way out with a wry grin. "Maybe you should consider a flamethrower." He considers and points a finger at him, "I'll see what we can come up with Mr. I Turned Tricks in LA." Har har. The offer to take a swing at him gets an amused eyebrow arch. "Ya know I've been actually practing since you been gone." Everyone needs someone to keep up with and push them. He punches him a fistbump. "Go on. Get outta here. I'll see if I got anyone on the hook with a dumpster you can use or somethin."

The Text conversation between Byron and Erin during the scene

(TXT to Erin) Byron: Erin, this is Byron. Not sure if you'd heard, but Alexander Clayton was admitted to the hospital after a failed seance to raise Billy the Ghoul. Well, it worked. He was summoned for all I know. I don't think it helped any. Be careful alright.

(TXT to Byron) Erin: Oh Dear God. Is Alexander.. will he live? Where is Billy? What happened at the seance?

(TXT to Erin) Byron: I don't know what exactly he was trying to attempt on Gohl. Possibly trying to read the ghost's motivation or convince him of something. Anyway, I'm told that it didn't work. In retaliation Gohl slit Clayton's throat. Lilith reached out and worked her magic to help mend him. We'll learn more when he wakes up.

(TXT to Erin) Byron: Are /you/ going to be alright? I can have some of my security team to watch over your suite but... I don't know how to stop what Thomas Addington can do. Or what Gohl can make Thomas Addington do.

(TXT to Erin) Byron: If Gohl's summoned spirit can slit Clayton's throat. He doesn't need Thomas Addington. Unless he can't do anything without being summoned. Interesting. Have to think on that.

(TXT to Byron) Erin: I don't know. I thought the threat was gone. I had Geoff around but now that we're no longer an item I'm alone all the time now. Not right this moment though. I came to see Joey Kelly as you mentioned, for defense help but this seems like an immediate threat. I'm afraid, Byron. For Alexander, for Isabella, for Hyacinth.. even you and me.

(TXT to Erin) Byron: Good. I could ask the Kelly's if it would be a good idea for you to crash with them for a time. To be honest, after this seance, I don't know what's going to happen. Things were quiet, sure. But Gohl seems pretty riled up. If he still needs Addington, then your grandmother needs to hurry and have him committed.

(TXT to Byron) Erin: I don't know what is best. You tell me what to do.
(TXT to Byron) Erin: I need to see Alexander to see if he is okay.
(TXT to Byron) Erin: What room is he in?

(TXT to Erin) Byron: Let me get that information for you as I try to think of the best place for you to go until things are safe.

(TXT to Erin) Byron: He's staying at 749.

(TXT to Erin) Byron: I have a few questions I need answered and possibly a few favors to ask. I'll keep in touch, alright?

(TXT to Byron) Erin: Please do. And be safe yourself.