Please stay

Till

With the tour being a good one. I was happy. I was glad for once something went right. We were back in Germany when I got a weird call from Flake. He was freaking out.

I had to go to his house to find out what he was yelling about. I walked in his house and noticed Paul. He looked up. But, his eyes were swollen shut. He had cuts all over him. He was a mess.

"OK, Flake slower. Please I didn't understand."

"He was jumped. I was with him. I tried to stop the person. But, failed."

I noticed the cut on Flake's arm. I took them both to get checked. I had a bad feeling. My bad feeling was right. Flake had to have stitches in his arm and Paul had some cracked ribs and couldn't see. They said that there might be some damage to his sight. But, how much is the question. I decided to look after Paul because Richard was in the US working with Emigrate.

I was able to calm down Flake. I had Paul stay at my house. I wondered why him and Richard had all the bad luck.