July 10, 2012 –Tuesday 4 pm – Jericho, Long Island
*ding**dong**deng* Tayaw's doorbell rings disturbing him from packing his luggage.
*Beep Beep* *Shut* Tayaw let the person waiting in.
"Tayaw! How the f*ck did you talk to Don Sylvio and Gonzalo? Are you crazy?!" Peter storms to Tayaw's living room.
"Yeah. What? Are you in trouble?" Tayaw asks calmly as he notices that Peter does not look angry or afraid.
"No. Nothing like that. Lucas just talked to me about you." Peter says.
"So? What's the problem?" Tayaw asks.
"Huh.. well. Huh." Peter has no answer.
"Panic?" Tayaw chuckles.
"No. I guess I wasn't thinking straight. Hahaha." Peter says as he plunks down on Tayaw's sofa.
"How about you? Trouble with the mafia? Why are you packing?" Peter asks when he notices Tayaw's clothes and stuff scattered throughout the living room.
