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Ryker slept where he was for the majority of the night, waking up at around 6 in the morning... a little earlier than he usually did.

"Huh?" he muttered, looking around and see that the place had been cleaned up.

"...crap, I need to shower." he realized.

"Guess Eke got home." he chuckled to himself, as he started to make his way to the bathroom to have a shower.

"Eke?" he called out, but not so loud as to wake him up, if he was asleep.

"You awake?"

After their lunch, Hal went back to the Unit, and was making his way to his office when he ran into Peyton.

"Excuse me." he said to her.

"I'm looking for either Aedan or Azazel." he told her.

"You know where either of them are? Which is to say, are either of them here at the Unit?" he then asked.

When he got back, he heard snoring.

He looked around, and saw Ryker on the couch, asleep, with a monster movie droning on the television.

It was clear that Ryker had been waiting for Eke to come home, but had fallen asleep while doing so.

He also saw that the remnants of Ryker's dinner was on the table in front of him, and there was an empty glass bottle by his feet.

Overall, he looked rather... peaceful.

Hal was silent for another moment, before leaning in closer towards her.

"I'll do all I can." he said.

"You know my network is expansive." he went on.

"And the more I think about it, the more I'm sure it was either Aedan or Azazel that was speaking about something like this." he then told her.

"So I'll ask them when I get back to the Unit." he continued.

"And I'll call you as SOON as I get ANY useful information."

Aly nodded in response.

"All right, you do that." she replied, returning the hug.

"Thank you." she then said.

"I had a good time as well." she told him.

She then smiled once more, before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek once more.

"Have a good night, Eke."

"Paperwork. Something nobody likes." Hal mumbled.

"But all right, I'm in good graces with the fella that owns and runs it, so he'll be able to get you an appointment right away." he told her.

"And when I say 'royal', I mean it." he then said.

"I'm talking pampering, and they will give you WHATEVER you want." he assured her.

"This is the kind of place people book YEARS in advance to get in."

Aly was silent, but smiled once more.

"It's all right." she said.

"I understand. Really." she told him.

She then leaned in closer towards him, lightly pressing herself again him.

"Mmm." she mumbled.

"This is nice."

Hal nodded in response.

"Of course." he replied.

"I'll do whatever I can to help, in the long term, AND the short term." he told her.

"By the way, how long do you have for lunch?" he asked.

"I know of a place that can give you a royal spa treatment after we eat." he offered.

"...." Hal was silent as she said all she did.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"I DO seem to recall something about that." he said.

"If I recall, I heard some of my employees talking about something like that a while ago." he told her.

"I'll try and remember who, and then ask them about it." he went on.

"...it's all I can offer right now, though. Sorry." he then apologized.

After waiting for a little while, the man in question showed up.

He smiled when he saw her, sitting down across from her.

"Early, as usual." he commented, before noticing her expression, and narrowing his eyes.

"...and I can tell that something's on your mind." he said.

"Anything I can help with?" he asked her.

"Or is this a case where 'helping' is the equivalent to 'doing nothing'?"

Aly nodded in response.

"All right then." she said.

With that, they started to walk, and after about 10 minutes, Aly looked at him.

"You look like something's on your mind." she said.

"And not something pleasant." she clarified.

"Are you okay?" she inquired.

Vincent nodded.

"She does not." he confirmed.

"And... she doesn't kill people." he then said.

He then paused for a moment, thinking about something, before shaking his head.

"Regardless, I'll see what I can dig up." he told her.

"And I hope this gets cleared up soon." he went on. "Casey does NOT need to be embroiled in this."

Vincent nodded.

"I do." he replied.

"This... there's something about this situation that's ringing a vague bell of familiarity in my mind, but for the life of me, I cannot clear the fog that's obscuring it." he then told her.

"It's rather frustrating." he admitted.

"But I DO have some channels that I can go through." he assured her.

"I'll let you know if I find anything out." he finished.

Vincent leaned forward, putting the mug down, pressing his fingers together, and staring forward... hard.

"Well." he said.

"I will say it right now, Casey doing such a thing is unheard of." he told her sternly.

"I refuse to believe she had ANY hand in it." he went on.

"But you have actual recorded footage... of a statue... snapping someone's neck?" he asked.

"And this is 100% what the camera caught?" he asked further.