Woo. For the three to four people who actually like this here you go, my friends. *Disclaimer: I used Google Translate for the different languages used in this update, they might not be very accurate >.< "WHAT? ¿QUE? CIÒ CHE? WAS?" Travis seems to know too many languages, because he continues to say what, (at least I think that's what he's saying, maybe he snuck a few cuss words in there), he's ranting in an interesting mixture of English, Spanish I think, and um...German? "GREAT IDEA? QUE PASA CON TODAS ESTAS— Das ist schrecklich, Como puede pensar...ay dios, vamos a morir in der feurige Abgründe der Hölle!" "Um...how do you know all of those languages?" "He instantly learns them as well as the person who spoke them. It's a part of his power." "That's...awesome." I mutter as he screams bloody murder in like Chinese or something, "私の人生をファック" "Who spoke Japanese?" Anna asks, surprised, "Mr. Wonton back in New York." Travis groans in English. "This is hilarious." Jim manages to gasp out. He'd been crying he was laughing so hard. After those two calmed down, the seriousness of the situation finally hit everyone. "So...we're going to die?" Travis mutters, "Quite possibly." Jim answers grimly, "There's got to be another way..." Anna whispers, leaning on Travis. "There isn't. We just have to put others before ourselves." I say, trying to sound brave. "Okay..." "Fine." "If we have to..." "Then it's settled." And who's to burst into the door but Charles himself. "Why, hello there." he smiles and the mood visibly rose. "Hey Charles..." Anna says dreamily, "Heyo Charlie!" Jim says amicably, "Charles." Travis says normally, if not a little stiffly. He's not affected by him, it seems. Though, it seems, nor am I. "How is your timing so impeccable?" "I have cameras, remember?" he says snottily, this guy...urgh. I just want to— "Rip out my throat." he finishes casually. I hate this guy. "So, I assume Ethan has you filled in?" he asks, "Of course." "Yeah." "Sadly, I'm fully aware of the situation." Travis sighs lastly, "Oh good, so you'll be ready in an hour?" he claps his hands merrily, "Of course!" "I'm already ready!" "Fuck." Travis mutters, "Double fuck." I say under my breath, "Good!" Charles turns on his heels and strolls out of the room, the door opening for him and slamming behind him.