Everything felt different since JJ was gone. Time moved slower. Good things didn’t happen like they used to. The chateau and the codependent farm had grown intensely quiet since the accident. John B, Sarah, Pope, and Kiara did their best to keep life normal, but it was clear that it wasn’t working that well. They’d all grown a little distant.

Kiara poked her head into the living room, letting The others know she’d made some dinner. Pope and Sarah went to eat, leaving John B by himself in the living room. Pre hurricane storms were already raging outside, and there would likely be a lot of work to do when it was gone in a few days.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door, pulling John B from his thoughts. It was pouring, and growing late. Who the hell had shown up at this time?