Damien looks at his hands
Damien: So...I should probably tell you about the black magic market...
Sam: . . I already know about it . .
Damien: Ok. The people I work-worked for, they're the crime syndicate behind the market...
Sam: so . . We have, basically, the actual black market after us? -he twitches again-
Damien:...yep. Pretty much. And if the break in gets on the news...my dad's coming after us too...
Sam: -he looks annoyed/ and scared at the same time-
Damien: So, yeah, that's about it. What are we gonna do?
Sam: -thinking- well we should atleast find somewhere else to live.
Damien: We're going to have to constantly be on the move. We can't stay in the same place for long...
Sam: -he starts glowing again, but realizes he's doing it- sorry.
