°°° Blind Spot °°° • Louisville, Kentucky• -Whites Residence- The fragrant smell of pancakes filled the dining room of the Whites as Ann served breakfast. "Good morning, guys," Dan greeted as he quickly walked to the dining room, knotting his tie as he walked. He ruffled Andrew's hair and gave Ann a kiss on her cheek. They had made up the previous night. Dan had taken her out to dinner and apologized for his behavior, promising that Canada would be the last move. "Morning," she replied, finishing dishing out everyone’s breakfast. "Hey Andy, where is your brother?" Dan asked as he finished knotting his tie and sat down. Andrew looked up at his father, his shoulder-length Havana brown hair covering most of his face, especially his eyes. He returned his gaze to his plate, and after a couple more seconds of silence, he replied with a distant, monotonic tone, "I don’t know." Dan, who was readjusting the tie's knot at his neck, froze at this. He then turned to Ann,

°°° Intervention °°° • Philadelphia, Pennsylvania • -Carl’s Automotive Repairs and Accessories- Wednesday was oddly silent. There was barely half of the standard daily customer expectation today. Sean, however, was able to maximize this gift and spent it with Malone and a few others at the mechanical department, familiarizing himself with the concepts he needed to know. Although he did personal research and even had some experiments with his mom’s car, he knew he didn’t know enough. Luckily for him, a couple cars, including a Mustang, were brought to the shop, and he got to study their engines. At exactly four in the evening, the auto shop was already locked up, and they were on their way already. Two minutes later, Carlos’ Mustang drove past them. He hadn’t been at the shop since twelve. After his lunch date with Sarah, he informed them that he was going to drive over to August’s dad’s shop. Sean had told him, and he immediately decided to help without taking to

°°° Tranquility °°° • Louisville, Kentucky • -Whites Residence- The house looked a lot more spacious than usual. The Whites had moved all they were going to take to Canada, and the rest had been left behind to be sold out. Jason sat on the kitchen island, contemplating what to tell his friends. He’d tried to reply to Sean the previous night, but he didn’t know what he was going to say. He shook his head and looked at the clock. They were going to be late, and his parents were yet to leave their rooms. "Mom! Dad! We are going to miss our flight! Jason raised his voice, but his tone carried a hint of nonchalance. Missing the flight was only postponing the inevitable, so there really wasn’t much to be joyful about about missing the flight. Andrew walked into the kitchen and hopped onto the island, sitting beside his brother. "You alright?" Jason asked his gloomy-looking younger brother. For the past few days, that was Andrew’s nature, and although Jason didn’t like i

°°° Double Tragedy °°° After a while of arguing, Karen agreed that walking back to Sean’s was okay. His most convincing point was that the walk would help him let go of certain pains and grudges he still held against Sarah, Carlos, and his mother. It was already fifty minutes past three o'clock when they left the Curtis Hall Arboretum. With an approximate one-hour walking time, Karen reluctantly agreed. At least everything would be fine, and she’d be back home sipping from a cup of chocolate. She hadn’t imagined that she would be spending the first day of the new month this way. As they talked, they didn’t realize that both time and distance had passed. Noticing some familiar "landmarks," Sean sighed, knowing he was about to get back home any moment now. "Hey… "You know, you still haven’t told me about the Jason situation," he reminded Karen. Although she was tired and felt like speaking would be much more draining, Karen understood that Sean hadn’t yet let go completely

°°° The Unraveling °°° • Somewhere in Central City, Philadelphia • On Tuesday, the thirtieth of July, the public was made aware of the shootout that had occurred between the Philadelphia police and an arms-dealing organization, popularly known as the White Cross, that the police had been investigating. A couple members of the organization had been gunned down, but a few others managed to escape. Amongst them was the man in charge of the transaction happening that night, the head of the Green Wing, Boris Romanoff. The bald fellow had been shot and was unconscious for an entire week and five days. He had immediately sent some of the people under him to check on Kate. Being a major part of his cover, he couldn’t afford to lose her. He knew from the start that she wasn’t always in love with him. He knew that she was initially using him to get over her divorce and then her husband’s death, but after joining the White-Cross, he knew that a well-known family life would not