"Waylon, are you well?" asked Barry.He hit the mute button on the remote. The AIs had avoided commenting on his actions. They often had interesting ta...es on human behavior, but he wasn't sure he wanted the unvarnished truth from them about his own."Let's talk after I make a phone call."He dialed Alphonso's cell phone, "It's me."Alphonso had been worried, but he already knew a lot of the details. It shouldn't have surprised Waylon. Law enforcement was a tight community. A lot of city and county. What an amazing snapshot. He was dripping wet as he sat there in the broken streetlight, his straight hair almost fully plastered over his almond-like eyes. He looked into mine, as if the slipperly strands of hair covering his eyes were invisible, and i could almost feel our vision connect. He was nor more than 13 or 14, and certainly the most beautiful thing i've ever seen in my reality, on paper, or in the history of creation as i know it."Hey Chase...", he said in a cool perfect boy voice,. " The what?" Sofia interrupted him."It's like the American FBI," Wolfgang shrugged. "If someone was looking for me, they would know. My friend would know." And he'd tell you?" I wondered."Probably not in so many words," Wolfgang admitted. "But his voice would tell me." Sure," I said with a nod. The surprise at getting a phone call from an old friend wanted for murder would probably be hard to hide."I called on the pretext that I would be in town and perhaps we could catch up," Wolfgang. "Please refer to me as Miss Yellow." On behalf of Red and Blu Industries, Administrator Helen and I would like to welcome you to our company!" the frantic woman squeaks, lowering her head respectfully. She begins to stammer for another polite exchange, but is interrupted by the slightest of coughs by the Administrator."Miss Pauling?" the woman in purple asks, but does not wait for a response. "Leave."As the overworried young woman scampers out of the room, you look up to the Administrator.