Some time later after waking up and going to school, Sara sat at the dinner table with her Dad. As usual, Mom wasn't home. She was off doing work-related things, though what those things were, besides involving movies, Sara was never filled on the specific details. She didn't, in fact, even know the specific building that Mom worked at.

In front of Sara was a piece of white bread and a bowl of tomato soup. Dad sat across the table from here.

"So, have you heard anything about these kids?" Dad asked Sara, spoon clinking against the inside of his own soup bowl as he ate. "I read in the newspaper that some kids are missing. They friends of yours?" Dad wasn't alarmed. It seemed that he was asking with half interest, his eye wandering over the other headlines in the local newspaper laid out before him on the table.

Sara cringed at the tomato soup. "What sort of kids?" she asked, without looking up from it. "I mean, I guess I might've known some of them."

"Yeah?" Dad said, only half-interested in what Sara said. "What happened to them? They get found?" He said. He turned the page, looking at the sports page now, thumb and forefinger rubbing the inky corner of the paper to get a better grip.

"Nope," Sara said, still glaring at the soup. "Maybe a monster got them," she ventured.

Dad put the paper down with a bored look on his face, attention now turning more to Sara.

“So. You’ve got a decision to make. Remember that day you had to stay in the car and then I took you to the Warehouse with that guy?”

Sara almost looked up. Instead, she forced herself to try the soup. "Yep," she said, a few moments later.

“You want to keep going? Or go back to just being a normal kid?”

"Keep going?" Sara finally looked up and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Not like I did it."

“Stop being a smart ass.” Dad said, voice a little annoyed now.


“You know what I mean and what we're talking about. You want to learn how  your old man makes a living? How he puts food on the table while your Mom is out making her phony acting career? You want to be a part of the real world of what your old man does or do you want to stay a kid?”

Sara stared at him for a moment. "I want to be real," she said, finally. He has been full of surprises lately. Maybe... maybe it was worth another try.

"Alright." Dad said. "First things first. You don't tell anyone about anything. OK? Not even  your mother. OK?" It was clear Dad was waiting for some kind of response or confirmation that Sara agreed.

Sara gave him a slow nod.

"Alright." Dad said. "It isn't all fun and games. There's work you've gotta do."

"First things first." He said and got up from the table.

"Follow me."

Sara got up and followed, leaving the mostly uneaten soup behind.

"Alright." Dad said and he held up his wallet. He put it in his coat and then he put the coat on.

"There, my wallet is in my coat. You see where I put it? I'm asking because I want you to try to take it from me. Pretend as if I don't know that you're trying to steal it. Like you're in a crowd. Like we both are."

Sara raised an eyebrow. Pickpocketing? Okay, it sounded fun, but how much money could you make that way? "Okay..." she mouthed, then walked up to him all casual-like and tried to grab the wallet.

OOC: Sara Rolls Dexterity + Larceny