You got any plans for the weekend?”“Not fah real, mane! Chill an’ shit I guess.”“That’s what’s up. You ever hang out at Ideal?”“I be...n a few times. I don’t really shoot no pool though. You been dere?”“I used to before I got married. I like pool.” “Oh, dats wassup!”“I might have to get back over there one night.”“Shit. Lemme know. We can grab a table yo.”“I will. Here we are.”Shawn McCrary watched his employee walk into the pharmacy before he drove home. He was excited to see his five year-old. Paige said they called it a Motel. She had worked here, as a cleaner, to help pay her University fees when her family had lived here and the couple who ran the place were good honest folk.The Palace Motel had parking for transporters as well as stables out the back. Collin recognised the style of set up, as he had stayed in one once, with his father when they had travelled here. It was designed with a bit of privacy for guests in mind and for them to stay longer than a night or two.He groaned. I felt pathetic. The tears rolled forth, big wet, warm lines down my cheeks. My chest heaved as I sobbed over the computer. The emotions kept washing over me sadness, fear, despair and, finally, anger. I would confront him that evening make him confess, then divorce his ass and let him fend for himself. I did well enough on my own. That would do it. I sat back and let it sink in, the idea that I would be ending 15 years of work that night. Despite everything he had done, it still made me. They will alter and possess all memories and items appropriate to what they are supposed to have done while quiescent, and can teleport so as to "enter" from the right location for "story line" consistency. SCP-XXX-B instances appear to be fully sentient when active; agents have tried to interact with them when "off stage" but have received no response (this is no longer permitted, following triggering a hostile event). Others within the zone appear unable to perceive quiescent SCP-XXX-B, but.