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Next to one picture he also moved into the 'dirty' folders (one of a piece of paper she had written lines on 'I was bad, so I deserve to be ****' repeatedly), he saw his first draft of sorting to be succesfull.

All pictures left in this folder were clean and family friendly. Most likely taken to be sent to her family, since those were her only contacts. While browsing through them he almost burst out laughing. The third picture was one taken of her family (without her). He knew it was them, because the other pictures were showing them together frequently.

The reason he laughed so much was, that they were standing in front of their house. But not only could he go looking for that house now, they stood close enough to the corner, that he could read the damn streets name. He knew where she lived.

John quickly checked the clock, making sure he still had plenty of time before Henrietta would appear at his doorstep later. He damn sure did not plan to miss THAT gaming session.

Less than fifteen minutes later he had found the street. It was quite close to where he lived, yet in another neighbourhood so he had never been here before. Where he had thought it to be more of a ghetto, due to her being a punk and a rebel, it was looking better than where he lived. Her parents must have a well paying job.

John went through the lines he had prepared again, mentally, before approaching her house and ringing the doorbell. A middle aged man opened, according to her pictures, this would be her father.

"Good day, my name is John, is Laura at home?" He had to dive through the massive list of relationships he had by now, to find her name once more. It was quite hard to get his mind to call her Laura instead of Paw as well.

"Oh, eh, yes, she is, but... who are you? She usually doesn't... I mean, it's not like she doesn't have friends, it's just... you look not like..." He stuttered and John chuckled. It was so plain obvious that Paw, no, that Laura didn't got friends often. She was going out with the punks, and those guys don't pick you up at your door. He also must have noticed that John was not looking like a punk, so he was surprised to see him here for his daughter. "I mean... yes, she is there, I will be getting her, one second." John was okay with this, but given how her father acted, he saw a different, a better option.

"No need, just tell me where her room is, I will surprise her." There was no chance a father who was seeing the chance of his daughter having normal friends for the first time in forever ditching the opportunity.

"Sure, up the stairs, last room to the left. Go ahead." He would go ahead. And further.

After thanking him, John took off his shoes and walked to Lauras room, knocking only once before entering, not waiting for any comment or permission.

Once inside he threw his observe-ing look at her. The skill was much higher leveled now, compared to what he could do just yesterday when they met before. The character sheet of hers that popped up.

This... relationship description was not explaining a lot more. He had hoped to get a clue about her reaction back on the train out of these lines. Or at least enough so that he could apologize and start over. Sure, he still had the option to spy on her, but first, the mana was needed differently, and second, it would result in a pretty long report. One he had no time to read anyway. Shit. There went his plan.

"What the hell do you want here?" And there went his time to come up with a new one.