[they soon made their way to Sol's house]
Sol: Come in, make urselves at home. I'll just give my mom her meds n tuck her in bed, n I'll get u guys a drink
Peepers: :)
Sol: [left to tend to his mom]
Sylvia: [sat dwn on the couch, chk on the twins, then looked out the glass door that leads to the backyard] Oh hey, looks like the treehouse he mentioned is still there [points at the old treehouse outside]
Peepers: (signs) Our little place we hung out in most of the time.
Sylvia: Hmm, must be nice, like having a older brother to watch out for u
Peepers: (nod)
Sol: [came bk dwn, went to the kitchen n showed up with drinks n snacks] Here ya go. Sorry for the wait
Sylvia: No probs
Peepers: :)
Sol: I've been meaning to ask, u sound... Weird, like ur talking bt u sound slightly robotic
Peepers: (signs) Oh, that? (shows the device on his hand)
Sol: Ooh, tht one, I've heard abt this device. Must've been expensive
Sylvia: Yeah, it totally cost a bunch [gave Peepers a "Don't tell him it's from the black market" look]
Peepers: (to Sylvia) (nod) (to Sol) (signs) It helps since I can no longer talk due to what happened lot time ago.
Sol: Yeah, my dad was the one who actually called the police wen he heard the commotion. He just didn't expect to be too late to save ur mom, n I thought u were dead too. Hell, I believed u were dead for all this time till I see u now
Peepers: :( (signs) I didn't mean for it to feel like that...
Sol: No need to apologize for that. Ur here n ur safe, n ur living a happy life, n I can't ask for a better ending :)
Peepers: :) (signs) Me neither.
Sol: So wat brings u guys here aftr all these yrs? Is everything alright?
Peepers: (signs) Well...where do I start... (tells his whole story of being homeless, being found by Sylvia and her friends, and even mentioned how his father appeared only to take his own life)
Sol: Oh my grob... I dunno wat to say...
Sylvia: So yeah, we're to find out wat happened to Peeper's mom's body aftr the incident so we can knw where she's buried n tht we can bury his dad with his mom
Sol: U sure u wanna do this tho? Aftr all he's done...?
Peepers: (signs) Yes...I'm sure.
Sol: Well, it's ur choice. Bt sorry I can't help u much, coz like I said, after u n ur mom were taken away by the ambulance, tht was the last I've ever heard of u. There was no update whatsoever n this is the slums, ppl hv much more important things to worry abt in their livelihood than one single crime
Peepers: (signs) I see...
Sylvia: That's too bad. I was hoping if u know something abt this piece of label I found
Sol: Wat label?
Sylvia: This one [hands it to him]
Peepers: (signs) We're hoping it's the location where Mother was buried.
Sol: Didn't u try the local police Dept?
Sylvia: That's the first thing we thought abt, bt usually murder cases r not allowed to be revealed to the public, not even to family members. N Peepers been off the grid for a while, so I doubt they're willing to give us the info. Besides, our intel led us straight here
Sol: [looks at the label] Hmm, this looks like the label from the town's record dept. Come to think of it, my mom did went n bother some ppl in suits wen she saw them enter ur house, they say they're from town's record dept n wanted to keep track on some records regarding the slums. I didn't ask much coz my mom was kicking a fuss as usual n I have to deal with her
Peepers: (signs) So maybe they'd know?
Sol: Yeah, they probably might. U should try n chk them out if u like. I can give u the address of tht place. Everything there is public record after all
Peepers: :)
Sol: [wrote dwn the address] Here u go
Peepers: (takes it) (signs) Thanks, Sol. :)
Sol: No probs. So good to see u again after all these years. N nice to meet u too
Sylvia: Likewise :)
Peepers: ^^
Sol: [gave Peepers another bro hug]
Peepers: (does the same)
Sylvia: :)
Peepers: (signs) Maybe I'll let you meet my other new friends sometime. :)
Sol: I'll hold u to tht. U take care now, OK? ;)
Peepers: (nod) (signs) Same to you. Maybe next time we meet, you'll have settled down. (smirk)
Sol: Haha, can't reli. My ma is my full time job right now, needs constant supervision. I hv to survive on welfare, I wont hv enough money to bring a girl on a proper date. Bt yeah, maybe someday
Peepers: (signs) Who knows. ^^
Sylvia: [rubbed her chin in thought]
Peepers: (Signs) Sylvia?
Sylvia: Oh, its nothing. Its been nice seeing ya. Come, Pipsqueak, lets go before the record hall closes
Sol: Take care (wave) [waves goodbye at them]
Peepers: (wave) (waves goodbye and follows Sylvia)
Sylvia: [once they were out of the slums, she took out her communicator n dialed]
Peepers: (think)
Wander's voice: Sylvia?
Sylvia: Hey, buddy. How's it hanging at Congenial Rock?
Wander: Hater's pretty much been sleeping more then usual, not to mention more stranger meals too.
Sylvia: (giggle) Heh, I can relate. Listen, I wanna do something, bt I need to ask ur permission to do it
Wander: And that is?
Sylvia: Well, see... [talked abt meeting Sol while they were at the slums] ...so yeah, I was hoping u would be OK if I wire a good amount of money to the guy for being so nice to us n to Peepers in his time of need. Enough to get him out of the slums at least. I know we've got gold to spare
Wander: (think) ... :) Sure thing.
Sylvia: Cool. Thanks [hung up n realized Peepers was listening in to the conversation n smiled sheepishly] :$
Peepers: (signs) You'd really do that for him?
Sylvia: Yeah, he seems like a nice guy, n he did u a solid, so it's only fair I help u return the favour [scratched her chin shyly]
Peepers: :) (gives her a hug)
Sylvia: [hugged him bk] Right, lemme just make a call to the vault area n get the computer to hack into Sol's account to wire the money
Peepers: (nod)
Sylvia: [made the necessary arrangements while walking towards the direction of the town's record dept]
Peepers: (pushed the baby pram)
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