Toronto, Canada, January 15th 1935: County Lock Up

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Somehow, despite, or maybe because of his own fear at being trapped in this time and place, Tyler managed to fall asleep on the cot of Cell #18 last night, curled up with his backpack for a pillow.

Jake and Sully haven't noticed who else is in the cells farther down, by now having awakened with the groans of people who have very bad headaches and a desire to consume a lot of asprin.

It's 8 am...and all's quiet for now.

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"Wugh?" Tyler looks boggled and surprised, to say the least of it.

He's not exactly used to being mothered like this, much less by a Greek woman. "Yes'm?"

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Tasia breaks off the hug and holds Tyler out at arm's length, looking him up and down with a critical eye. "Ach. So skinny you are! Do they not feed the children in America?" She starts pushing him toward the far door. "Come into the kitchen, I make you a nice soup and some moussaka..."

"He is missing person, woman!" grumps Spiro. "Not a houseguest! All we gotta do for him is keep him safe until tonight when he meets with the chief."

Tasia clucks her tongue at her husband. "Oh, Spiro, have a heart! He's only a little boy who misses his mama, isn't that right, Tyler?"

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Tyler is a very bewildered gadget hero right now, and is a bit too stunned to make a reply.

Which is why his stomach makes another loud gurgle for him.

"...all I had to eat last night was a chocolate bar..."

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"Well then, what are you waiting for??" She continues to herd him toward the kitchen. "Come, come come come--"

And much feeding ensues.