At this point in time, I had already run out of facial expressions to use with each piece of news I'd discover or every bit of nostalgia that would wash over so I put my hands up in defeat and entered my house to finally have some lunch. And lo and behold, the interior was definitely squeaky clean but there was no semblance of food whatsoever.
And yeah, my 'good' friend Ben knew what we had stashed in our cars so he wouldn't even let me open the MY fridge to prepare us light food for once. However, I noticed that Lopez was the only one who didn't come in because he looked like he wanted to double back and check on his wife ASAP.
He looked desperate for once, "I… I need permission to visit my wife and—"
"No."
"Wai— Why?! You think I'd try to escape?"
"Not really, I think you need to have some food first."
He shook his head furiously, "I've already eaten a lot because they took my blood when—"
"Right. Go ahead, I already put a tracker in you anyway—"
"YOU WHAT?! HOW?!"