"Roger! Don't scare us like that, you're a ghost or something!" Fiona shouted.
Eric locked his gaze on the huge man revealing his cracked teeth. He recognized him from his time working at the Sailors.
"Well, I don't recall telling you to bring a fellow while coming," Roger frowned.
"Let's talk over there," he said, pointing to a bench far away. He took a step back and relaxed his breath on his next word "alone."
"What a sudden change in expression, look, I have bumps on my arms," Eric said as he showed her his left arm.
"Hey, why don't you wait in the car, I'll be back in a minute," Fiona said as she began to follow Roger.
"You're kidding, right?" Eric said as he held her hand. I can't let you go now when I've only recently found you."
Fiona laughed "I would have been dead for a long time, so consider this my lucky moment as well. Don't worry, everything will be fine." She assured him.
