The four of them were at home, doing their own work. Cesar was helping to sew back the holes in their clothes. Mark was handling phone calls for the BPS hotline. Jonah was helping to edit video footage. Adam was making advertisements for the Bythorne Paranormal Society.

Cesar: "Why do you all have so many holes in your clothes, mi hijos.." Cesar huffed with mock anger as he finished sewing up the last hole in Adam's shirt, folding it neatly and placing it in the laundry basket.

Jonah: "Ask Adam. I stole most of his clothes." Jonah paused the video he was editing, looking up from his screen and hanging his headphones around his neck.

Adam: "That's exactly the reason why." Adam sighed with exasperation, cracking his knuckles after so much typing, throwing his head back and rubbing his eyes after staring at the computer screen for so long.

Mark: "You're not an exception either, Cesar. All your clothes are too fancy." Mark put the telephone down, scribbling a phone number and address on a notepad, a sly smirk making its way onto Mark's face.

Cesar: "Excuse you! Half the time you're the one forcing me to dress like a hobo!" Cesar folded his arms, remembering the time Mark went out of his way to lend him his iconic beloved grey jacket because Cesar was dressed like he was going for a business meeting when they were just going to the mall.

Adam: "And we all know Mark would rather put a gun to his head a second time than dress like Cesar does." Adam remarked sarcastically rolling his eyes as Jonah nudged him in the side, signalling he shouldn't have said that.