Alex paced the perimeter of the office, thinking over what to do. He glanced at the letter he had found earlier. Then back at the pile of backgrounds they had sent him on the new recruits. He tossed both of them in the trash. [i]If I have to forget the past, I won't judge theirs.[/i]

He then strolled out of the office and locked the door behind him. The microwave clock in the kitchen read 5:24 pm. [i]Better start working on dinner.[/i] He took a look in the fridge to find it empty. He didn't even think about it. When he lived here, Ms. Moore had it stocked at all times. [i]Shit. We're on a fucking island, so it's not like I can call for pizza.[/i]

He presses a button on the nearest intercom that blasts his voice moderately throughout the building. "Change of plans for dinner, all of you get down here by 6pm"