It was late at night. There was little to no sounds all around. Tom, Edd, and Matt eventually came home. No one knows what they do, except each other and the people they save. They brought Tord back to their house. Tord didn't have a place to go. Edd and Matt went upstairs to write down some information, while Tom and Tord stayed downstairs. Tord glanced at his wrists. The cuffs he had worn still cut deep into his skin. Tom looked at Tord and noticed he was looking at his wrists. Can I see them, mate? Tom said, a bit sternly, but polite as he smiled ever so slightly at Tord. Tom wanted to seem friendly. He wanted to gain Tord's trust.