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Well this is most unfortunate. I ask you all. Do you wish to carry on and hope to get a replacements? Or just tank it? I'm not sure how far we could get without everyone covered. Ideas?
Alex could only ponder what they would be wanted for. Her thoughts bordered on a conspiracy theorist's wet dream. What were they interested in them for? Weapons of war? Spies? Some DARPA project? God-only-knows-what? She didn't know but at this point wasn't sure she cared. They wanted them for some reason, and whatever that reason was, she had not intention of going.

Daniel seemed to relax and grin, "I bet this is the first time you've ever seen the government care this much about you, besides your tax returns and such, eh?"

She couldn't help but crack a smile as she scooped the last bit of the oatmeal from the bowl. “Got that right.” She sighed, “I suppose now we have our faces plastered on the news we'll have to change our appearance a bit.” She didn't like the idea, but she knew her most obvious feature would have to change, her hair. She loved her long hair, but its length and color made her stand out quite a bit. Maybe she could find some scissors and some dye or something. She thought it over a bit, contemplating if magic could help, and if it could, how could she command it.

“Got any tricks up your sleeve?”
I must say, when I read your government dialogue. I had to laugh.

On a side note. Might I seek an apology for my absence as of late. I'm in the middle of getting my vision corrected and for the time, my vision is poor but improving. Pretty much have to type from memory so please do excuse any mishaps.
In Daniel's almost signature calmness he changed the channel with a flick of the wrist. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest. She couldn't help but smile at this trick. It was this very trick that first clued her into something wasn't normal about her. She let her mind wander for a moment, but only a moment. Maybe it'd make a good conversation piece later on.

"Well, at least they didn't claim we're terrorists or a national security threat.”

She nodded, “Thats one way to look at it I guess.”

Still, she had to wonder about how Mama and Papa were handling it, and what of Chance? He is still in Iraq. He didn't need that on his mind. She sighed. Him suggesting them as terrorists didn't quite sit well with her.

She leaned in and spoke in hushed tones, “Is that what we are considered? Terrorists?”
psych? soul? still with us?
Forgive my delays. I got surgery in a couple days and getting things in order. ><

Plus, our current situation is a bit hard to work in my current state. ><
Alex fell silent for several moments as she allowed the words to sink in. He was right. She had to relax a bit lest she give herself away. She took a spoonful of oatmeal. It wasn't Momma's thats for sure. She opened a small single serve of butter and stirred it in as it melted. She took another spoonful. Better at least. She quickly finished her meal.

She let out a sigh as she stirred the spoon mindlessly in the bowl. Pondering over everything in her head.

“I suppose you're right.”

Her eyes wandered to the TV on the far wall. Her face turned to a frown as she recognized the faces on the screen. Both of their faces looked back at her with the giant phrase 'Kidnapping in Colorado' along the bottom. She looked about the room to see if anyone was paying attention. It didn't seem so, but she couldn't be entirely sure.

She looked back at him, “We're on TV.”
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Still seeking.
Daniel lead the way towards one of the nearest choices and with the limited funds she was sure he had someplace cheap was a good choice. Being a gentleman held the door to which she gave a gracious, thank you. They were immediately sat down at a table near one of the corners. Alex sat so she could keep an eye on the front door.

Their waitress was a nice woman, of about middle age. The stresses of the job had taken its toll on her appearance. She had a face of someone no stranger to hard work and stress. Alex wondered if she'd end up like that, especially now.

“Whad'll it be youngin's?”

"I'll have two pancakes, some sausage, and skim milk,"

“' 'lright,” she said turning her attention to Alex, “How about you, honey?”

“Just an oatmeal and water, please.”

The woman gathered up their menus and nodded, “It'll be out shortly,” she said as she walked away towards the back.

They both fell silent for a moment, listening to everything going on around them. The place wasn't very full, in fact, patrons were pretty parse. A radio played overhead from what she assumed as a local station. The music, was pleasant and calming. In the far corner, a muted TV played the news. She sighed, satisfied for the moment that they were safe.

She wondered how long it would take for the stress of looking for someone around every corner would take to turn her into their waitress, the poor woman. The waitress returned with his milk and her water.

“Here ya' go.”

“Thank you,” she said gripping the cool glass in her hand. She slowly took a slip of water. It was a bit stale, but she couldn't complain. She looked at her companion quietly firing a glance back at the front door every so often.

“How do you do it?” she said in a hushed tone, “You have people constantly out after you and you are so calm. Don't you worry?”
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