AAOOOSC! United

"Nobooody Knows Where I Am."

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
July 10, 2017
Late Afternoon

Dru is resting on her bed in her metallic-made bedroom. Her eyes are closed with her hands clasped over his torso with a relaxed expression.

Peeking out by her bedside is Jake, who has wide, worried eyes on her.

"Are you okay, Dru?" he asks gently.

Dru slowly opens her eyes and slides them to the left to spot the goalie. "For the last time, I still am." She lets out a chuckle. "It's just a headache. Go back to Flame Wave."

Jake slowly rises to her feet, revealing his towering height. He nods his head. "Okay." He then turns around begins shuffling toward the exit.

"But thanks for your care," he hears Dru calling out to him from behind.

Jake halts in the doorway and whirls around to face her. She spots a smile on her face. "Aw, anytime!" He then joyfully spins around and bounds out of the room.

He sprints down the hallway and into the main room, tracking down his bestie. He notices him in at the main table, engulfed in fixing up his hair.

"Brett!" Jake dashes over to him and throws himself at him from behind, giving him a big hug.

"Whoa-hoh!" Brett's eyes fly wide as he drops his handheld mirror and brush, begin pressed against the chair. "I was almost done with my hair!"

Jake instantly lets go of him with a guilty expression. "Sorry."

Brett picks up his handheld mirror and gives it a quick scan for cracks. "It's alright though." He then whirls around to face the goalie. "Burnsy's doing good?"

"Uh-huh!" Jake nods his head vigorously. "She's just resting."

"Good thing you saved her." Brett's eyes then light up as another thought pops into my mind. "Hey, what happened to your raccoon dog?"

Jake raises his eyebrows. "Zeke? Oh, he left when Hart attacked." His face drops. "I told him to go back home before he got hurt..."

"Well, at least he's safe... " Brett's voice drifts off as his eyes land on Jake's left forearm. "Oh my goodness, your arm!" He gingerly grabs Jake's inner wrist and pulls his arm close to him.

Jake peers down at his forearm, noticing the four red, large scars running diagonally downward. "Oh yeah, Hart scratched me."

"Scratched you?!" Brett gazes up at him with shock. "He cut you! Badly!" He scrambles up to his feet. "We gotta bandage that!" He then dashes across the main room and into one of the hallways.

Jake slowly takes the seat next to Brett's empty seat. He places his wounded arm on the table then gazes at Brett's lonely hair products with sad puppy eyes.

He then senses two people approaching him. He perks up toward the tunnel's entrance, spotting Tommy and Ed sauntering into the room. The two founders are lowly chatting amongst themselves.

Jake stays quiet as he follows them step past the table with his eyes.

The two founders then spot in front of Jake. They turn to their right to face him.

"Ah, Jake!" Tommy exclaims with raised eyebrows. "Where's everyone else?"

Jake darts his eyes from side to side, sensing the locations of the other GHP members. "They're all here..." He peers back up at them. "Just not in this room."

"Where's Mr. Clague and Mr. Duke?" Ed asks more specifically, his hands clasped behind his back.

"They're..." Jake peers up, instantly locating their place. "...in the training room." He faces the two founders, pointing to his right toward the nearest hallway entrance. "At the end of this hallway."