The moon at night.

Oscar and Quentin walk Krystal to her car. “Look you guys don’t have to do this.”

“Don’t be stupid. Until they catch the guy people need to watch out for each other,” says Oscar.

Quentin adds, “You don’t want to end up like Natasha.”

Krystal says, “But I don’t want to be a bother,” as they arrive at her car.

“One second,” says Quentin as he peers through the rear window to make sure the back seat area is really empty. “Always check the back before unlocking the door.”

Krystal nods then unlocks it. “Thanks, Q, I never would have thought of that. How’s Tamara handling all this?”

“Damned if I know, she’s not talking to me. Near as I can tell she’s bunking with Barbie. At least she’s not on her own.”

“Oh Q, I’m sorry.” she says.

“Don’t worry, Krys. It might even be for the best.”

Krystal slides in behind the wheel and starts the engine.

“Sorry I couldn’t concentrate, Oz. I wasn’t trying to totally wreck your evening.”

Oscar grins. “No worries. The evening is just starting. We’re heading out to the pub.”

Krystal laughs. “Okay, you have fun then. Thanks guys.”

“We’ll do our best lass. Drive safe.”

“Lets get a move on,” suggests Quentin.

“Lead on McDuff, I’m bloody freezing.” As she pulls out of the lot they jog back down the path.

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