"Any more details?" Sei paced back and forth in the trailer's living area.

Amy shook her head as she focused on her laptop. "The cops haven't released any more information publicly. The texts I've intercepted indicate they think it was gang related, but they don't have any leads, and the victims aren't saying much. And I still can't find the names of the victims; that must be off the grid right now."

"But Kyohei lives in such a nice neighborhood. For something like that to happen there…" She was barely containing her feelings. "I told him to wait there. If-"

The door slid open. "We're back!" Meg called as she lead Kyohei in, both carrying several grocery bags.

"Thank God," Sei said. It was all she could do not to run to Kyohei and put her arms around him. "I was getting worried. Where's Jo?"

Meg said, "Putting the car in the back of the trailer."

"So she's all right?" Sei said. "That's good. What took you so long?"

"Sorry," Kyohei said as he and Meg entered the kitchen, "but we had to make a couple of more stops to get all the ingredients we needed."

"Ingredients?" Sei asked.

Meg nodded. "I'm helping Kyohei in the kitchen tonight. I'm going to treat us to an American Classic: Meg Gillespie's Famous LaSagna. The secret is in the sauce. Jo will tell you - it melts in your mouth." Kyohei and Meg began to empty the bag and organize things on the counter.

"I'm glad that's all it was," Sei said. "Amy and I were listening to the police scanners. Some teens were assaulted in Kyo's neighborhood, not far from his house. Did you guys see anything?"

The way Kyo and Meg suddenly stiffened spoke volumes.

Meg said, "See anything? No, we didn't see anything. Did we see anything, Kyo?"

"No, we didn't see anything," Kyo said. "No, Sei, no, nothing unusual."

Meg shook her head.

Sei turned at a door opening behind her. Jo entered through the door that lead to the living quarters and the hangar for Django and their other vehicles, her expression as impassive as always. She reached up to a cabinet between Meg and Kyo and pulled out the first aid kit.

Sei saw the blood on Jo's knuckles. "Jo! What happened?"

"Basketball." Jo headed back to the living quarters.

Sei's phone rang. She checked the caller ID: her grandfather's private line.

Sei sank onto the couch and rubbed her temples.

"Well," Amy said, "you wanted him to be happy here."

Sei nodded.

"And you wanted him to get along with the rest of us."

Another nod. "But you know, Amy, I think I now understand one of Meg's American proverbs."

"Which one is that?"

"'Be careful what you wish for - you may get it.'"

THE END