As the lights flickered back on, Dallas shut the lighter closed, stuffing it away into his pocket and taking the cigar out of his mouth, puffing out the fumes.

He listened to what House had to say. Dallas' interest was peaked. He always wanted to get out of the Mojave, explore more ground than he usually did. He placed his cigarette in his mouth again, then took it out, the fumes seeping from his mouth this time. 'Any questions?' Tenpenny asked. Dallas had none. He WAS curious yes, but not in an: Ask a million questions type of way. He was intrigued, especially with passing through the southern line. 'I'm guessing we're gonna have to pass through Dallas.' He said quietly, holding his cigarette in between his index and middle finger, the smoke emitting from the embers on the tip. Even though Dallas liked the idea of visiting his home town, he was definitely more interested in the Northern Line. Besides, he always wanted to see if it ever rained in the USA, and the northern line would be the best way to help his theory.