If his time serving Daenerys had taught him anything, it was that sometimes ruthless retribution made others respect and fear one, though she was know... to take it too far at times.What Rendal offered him was privacy, a place away from listening ears and prying eyes, where he could better envision and prepare his revenge against Queen Cersei, Ser Jaime, and House Lannister itself. Fucking this bugger would give Jorah the alibi and reason to be inside said room, and presumed as such, while he. After peeing and washing up a little, I put my leg on and stepped out onto the porch. The morning was beautiful. Less than a football field away was across lush grass was the bed and breakfast building. Bobby said she had signed us up so we could eat there if we wanted, or go eat up on the porch of Parks Place.I thought of the building, smiling. The front, the public side was Park Place and inside the fence it was named after Tom, Park's Place. I guess it was sort of an inside joke to the. Of course, I haven’t met all the condo owners or residents.”“Guy, are you sure you’re only sixteen?”“I saw my birth certificate when we registered for school here. I’m pretty sure I am. Why do you ask?”“I was just being facetious. Yet, you are so mature for sixteen. It’s like you actually are the leader of this group.”“You’re still kidding, right?”“No, I’m not. Would you please set aside at least thirty minutes - or preferably - an hour if you can - to meet with me? If you will, once we have a. Where’ve you all been, Mars?!”“Good guess,” said Mark, “but no.”“Just turn on the damn TV and call back tomorrow ... if there is a tomorrow.” And with that, the police dispatcher hung up on them.“What?! The bastard!” shouted Hannah in very uncharacteristic language. “He hung up on us! Shit! He didn’t even get my name.” She finished with a wail. “My parents!”Mark felt totally bewildered. “If there is a tomorrow? What the hell did he mean by that?”“ ... just turn on the damn TV...” Ashley’s eyes.