This is why I can't trust you ( TomTord)

2.

Here's Tords plan:
Tord doesn't have a place to stay. He can't rent a place or anything, considering he was raided by his oh so loved ENEMIES, the
Yellow army.
Tord just had enough gas to make it to a gas station close to where his " Old friends " were. A person was nice enough to give him money for gas.
Tord will make it to England and find them.
But there's one problem.
How?
How is he going to find them?
He totally lost touch with all of them after the robot incident.
And he definitely did not have the time or MONEY to go around all of England.
Tord decided they wouldn't stray too far from their original house, so Tord went to where it used to be first.

He drove up to the old address.
Nothing.
There was just an empty plot of land, perfectly untouched.
The grass has recovered, all traces of the house were gone, and the neighbors house was repaired.
Tord stood there for a while, almost sad that the house was gone.
It held so many memories for when he was there. He did live there after all before.
But it was his fault it was gone.
He's the one who destroyed it, he's the one to blame.
Slam.
Tord looked to the left of him. A man with a green shirt was standing at the neighbors house, slightly resembling Edd. He looked over to the Norwegian, surprised somebody was there.
" Who're you?"
Tord responded calmly " I'm just a person.. visiting England."
The man looked to the side, not continuing the conversation.
The wind swayed. It was A very calm atmosphere.
Tord straightened his back.
" Who are you?"
The man rolled his eyes. "Eduardo."
" You live with anyone?"
It was an odd question to ask, but Tord was almost positive he saw Eduardo holding a limp body the day of the Robot incident. He could only assume they were Edd, Matt, and Toms neighbors.
" Yeah. I live with my friend Mark."
Mark? It didn't sound familiar, Tord guessed Eduardo lived with three men before, but the one he was holding limp died.
Tord didn't really care for the one that died.
I mean, he was about to take over the world that day, he was totally aware he'd probably kill some bystanders in the process.
"Cool." Tord got an idea. " Hey, do you know where the three that lived here before went?"
Eduardo jumped and looked over. " Probably to an apartment complex.."
okay. Well, that was a start. Now Tord didn't have to stop by a bunch of houses.
" Do... you know where?"
Eduardo had a face that said
' I don't know, but I'll try to to guess. '
" Probably to the closest one? If not then.. um.. there's a building that sells houses and apartments. Those losers probably just picked out the first one they recommend."
Tord gripped the car handle.
" Okay, that really helps me on this trip. Thanks."
" Yeah whatever." Eduardo walks back into the relatively small house.

Tord turns around to get inside his car, until a bright shine catches his eye. He walks over to it and bends down. He digs out some dirt until he can touch the cold metal. He brings it up to the surface. Tord stares at it for a while.

A rusty, blue Harpoon.

Tord shakily puts it down onto the grass and stands up.

" I. Am not. Your. FRIEND!"

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Tord strolls into the apartment complex. He walks up to the counter, and waits for the lady to get done typing.
She looks up. " Can I help you..?"
" Yes. Does a Edd Gold live here?"
She types something in on the computer, looks above her glasses at the screen, and turns back to Tord.
" No, sorry sweetie. "
Tord silently cursed to himself.
" Okay, thanks."
Tord walks outside calmly. Inhales....exhales, and then kicks a rock at a nearby car. It's okay, the car only has a small dent now.
Tord drives over to the place where they supposedly would have gotten an apartment.
" Hi, I need you to look up some names for me. Have you ever done business with a Edd G. ?"
The man types on a computer and shakes his head.
" Matt L. ?"
The man shakes his head.
Tord sighs. " Tom R. ?"
The man looks at the screen and nods his head.
" Great! What building?"
The man types in something, and prints a paper. He hands it to Tord.
" Those are the directions to the apartment."
Tord takes them. " Takk."
Tord runs out to his car and starts driving to a not-too-far place.
Tord opens the trunk and pulls out his suitcase.
He walks through the door.
He knew if Tom was there, Edd and Matt would be there too.
" Ma'm? What is Edd Golds room number?"
The lady sighs and grabs a binder. She starts flipping through.
" You don't have a computer?"
She looks up at Tord.
" Our computer is broken. So we make-do with binders for the time being."
She looks down at the book and points to some text.
" 118. On the second floor."
" Thank you."
Tord hated saying those words. ' Thank you'
He just didn't feel like it was necessary.
Tord walked in front of the door.
A bowl was placed by the door, with the name Ringo craved on.
Yeah. This must have been Edds.
Tord set his suitcase on the ground. His fist was brought up.
He paused before anything else happened. 
He took a deep breath.
His fist met the door and retreated about three times, making a loud sound against the wood.
Footsteps were heard coming up to the door, as well as the clicking of a handle turning.