Here he was sitting before an old friend he’d lost contact with a few years ago. At the same time, he was sitting in front of a criminal he’d been chasing down for a while.

“So you’re the stowaway huh?” He chuckled but it quickly turned to a sigh. He wasn’t sure how any of this had happened. This stowaway he’d been chasing turned out to be his old and precious friend whom he’d thought died.

“Well now I really don’t know what to do,” he exhaled as he took a long sip of his drink. “I couldn’t just a arrest you. But the others won’t just let you stay if they find out you’re a stowaway… listen, I have a proposal to make.”

Gallagher taps his fingers against his desk, looking around the room before he turned to face you again, “why don’t you stay at my place? And I’ll… I’ll figure this out eventually.”