Once he had arrived at the lobby, Tom noticed both Amber and Molly were there, talking to one another. Tom gave a girlish squeal, rushing over to the pair. "Heeeeeeey, you guys!" he said, in what was quickly becoming his characteristically feminine titter. "Great to see you. Any word from the others? I'm not interrupting, am I? Love the outfits, by the way...."
"Hey, Tom," Molly said, smiling. "I thought you were out for a while, enjoying the town."
"I was...signing autographs, meeting people...but we have work to do, right? Right!"
Molly looked at him. She had to look up. She still had the look of a child. "You heard the news, right? Death Pew is in town. You remember what happened in Philly."
Tom nodded. "That was ages ago though...we shouldn't hold a grudge."
"What if THEY are?" Molly said.
