Jekyll and Hyde (Season 1)

Episode 7

Dinner lasted for a long time, so that even before any of them knew it, it was already nighttime: the moon was out, and the moonlight lit the interior of the kitchen as they ate their fish and chips. 

Harry and Tracy stole glances at each other, Lonnie and her father exchanged a few words and Mr. Poole read his newspaper while he ate his fish and chips and drank his tea. 

The silence was unbearable enough until Tracy shifted in her chair and asked casually: "So, when are we going to start the reverse process of Double D?" 

Lonnie glanced over at her, while Mr. Lanyon simply coughed lightly into his cup of tea.

 "Well," Mr. Lanyon said, putting his cup down on the table before he spilled any tea on his suit. "I believe we can start whenever you'd like. But, of course, we should never forget that we are on a very tight schedule, and cannot act as if we have all the time in the world because we simply do not." 

Lonnie glanced down at her feet underneath the table; Tracy fidgeted with her fork and bit the inside of her cheek. 

"Well, I can agree to the fact that we should start before we're all sitting on the edges of our seats when the time is up." Harry said with a bit of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Tracy gave him a look, which made his smile falter a bit. 

"What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked, grinning. 

Tracy shook her head lightly and motioned behind her; Harry didn't get the motion and gave her a quizzical look. Tracy pressed her lips together and kicked him underneath the table. 

"Ow!" he cried. 

Mr. Lanyon shot him a look. Harry shrunk a little in his chair and went back to playing with his food. 

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Tracy asked Harry. 

He looked over at Mr. Lanyon, who simply nodded. Tracy got up from her seat, and Harry followed suit. They both headed to the room Tracy had motioned to before and bumped into each other on the way. 

"Sorry!" they both said in unison. 

When they realized they had spoken the exact same things at the same time, they both blushed. Harry opened the door and motioned for Tracy to go in first. She smiled nicely at him and stepped inside the room, and then Harry went in after her.

He closed the door behind him and stared at her as she walked deeper into the room, admiring the rose colored wallpaper and brown furniture. 

"I bet these are antiques for the amount of worth they show by being in a separate room than all the others." Tracy said, trailing her fingers across the top of a desk. 

Harry leaned on the door and said nothing, but simply watched Tracy as she explored the small room and trailed her fingers over every piece of browned furniture. 

"I wonder where they got all this." Tracy said, and picked up a light bulb. 

She turned it over to examine the dustiness of the glass and rusted bottom. She turned to Harry, who looked away to make sure she didn't see that he was staring at her.

 "Do you think they're collectors? I've always admired people like that, you know." Tracy said calmly, and placed the light bulb back in its place on the long table in the middle of the room. 

"Tracy, cut it. Are you alright? If there's something bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it." Harry said to her. 

"I-I don't know, Harry, alright? It's just-" she tried to explain, diverting Harry's concerned gaze as he slowly walked over to her.