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Jason stands in the kitchen, watching the beef stew on the stove cook. He wished Lil was still here, the canned stuff was good but...

He looks up at a knock on the door but doesn't answer it. He stands there patiently when whoever it is knocks again. Not pard, they just walked in as if they owned the place. He looks up again at the third knock, growls and heads for the door. He didn't want company.

He pulls open the door and blinks.

"Well fuck..."

He doesn't say anything, just leaves the door open and turns, walking back towards the kitchen.

"GABE. We've got company."

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Jason fiddles with last minutes things. Anything they couldn't buy on the main island was packed, first class tickets were payed for and everyone had been warned. He's know sitting at the bar, writing out rules for the 'kids' and instructions for everyone else.

...not that any of them would read or follow the damn things.