First on the list: Hal’s American-Style
Diner was on fire. Of course, Hal’s
had not been around for as long as, say,
Cupp’s Cafe, but Hal’s had been around
long enough to have become one of the
city’s main staples. Second: Theodore
could not very well focus on this because
he had people to herd out and keep safe,
making absolutely sure that not a single
one of them had gotten hurt. The most the
customers had received were bits of tiny,
very miniscule glass stuck to their food,
although they had had to leave those be-
hind in the establishment. Third: Bobby
was rushing straight into the fire. In any
given situation, Theodore would’ve done
so himself, but seeing as Bobby had
lunged in first, Theodore was automati-
cally in charge of crowd control. Fourth:
crowd control was hard.
The fire had spread from the kitchen all
the way to the rest of the diner, and it was
burning up unsurprisingly fast. The people
beside Theodore were either mourning,
hysterical, or completely dazed. Some-
one offered to phone the fire department
in a nearby telephone booth, and some
others were worried that there could have
been people in the kitchen. Theodore, for
his part, was worried that Bobby would
not make it out alive, but he did, not too
long after, and Theodore had to push past
the gathering crowd to make it to him.
By the time he had arrived, Bobby was
alone. This struck Theodore as odd, be-
cause he had been under the impression
that Bobby had had someone else with
him when he’d stepped out those doors.
“ You alright, mate? Unharmed? ” he
asked quickly upon approaching the o-
ther, who, frankly, looked quite like he’d
just seen a ghost (or worse). “ What hap-
pened in there? ” He was hoping against
hope that no one inside the kitchen had
died, but a part of him highly doubted it.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, it’s cool,” was the only
answer Bobby gave to Theo, because he
was still wrapping his mind around how
Saint Dane could have followed him here
so fast and what the hell he was planning
on doing here?!
Calm down, Bobby, calm down. Right about
now he wanted to slam his head into the wall
and scream, because Saint Dane had just blown
up a diner full of completely innocent people --
to do what, again? Oh yeah. Just to mess with Bobby.
“We have to get out of here,” On instinct, he reached
out to grab Theo’s arm. “I...I saved everyone I could.”
He hoped. “Do all of these people live around here?
Can we get them back safely?”
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