"Everything is going as planned!"
"That's because you have no plan."
"Exactly!"
"He's going to be Θυμωμένος (angry/ticked off)."
-Half an hour later-
"Running away from a bloody gang, I find you two dimwits!" stands a police officer the age of 42 with a slight mustache, but it's not just any police officer but the Captain of the Brighton Police Department's Homicide Division, who often serves as a voice of reason when Pithos and Thomas are having gormless episodes, have stupid episodes, in other words.
"I've done my fair of stupid things in my day, but this is ridiculous. I'm calling your fath-"
"Wait! How can I make it up? Thomas and I can help with the cases you got on your hands!"
"Wait, why m-"
"Shut it, Tom."
"..."
"Listen, Ria, and your gift should be used for something more...important than just conning gangs to get back at them for what they did to others."
"But we got them arrested!"
"Nope, none of my business."
"That's a new one...traitor-" Pithos turned to her best friend, Thomas David, "Pithos!"
All eyes in the police station, including two men with handcuffs being pulled by the collar of their shirts, turned, stopped, and looked at Captain Jackson, getting "easily" irritated like always, "get back to work! bloody freeloaders," everything generally continued after that.
"Listen, Uncle Jack, I was eating at a restaurant with Tommy, and a weird group had a card that I remembered seeing in one of my...night terrors, like an idiot. So TOMMY TRIED TO TALK TO THEM!"
"OH right, blame ME!"
"I AM!"
"STOP FIGHTING!"
After an hour or so, Pithos sat in the Captain's chair in his office with Thomas handcuffed to a metal bar in the police station. Then, finally, everything seemed to die down.
"María, your psychologist had told you that those memories are not actual memories, but rather just things made of from your childhood that you put into stories of your kidnapping when you were younger. I'm going to call Otto and tell him you got a job here, at the station,"
"But-"
"No, Otto and I had been talking about if another thing like this happened again, I get to make a decision based on the signs you've been showing."
-at 6:43 PM-
"So Jack broke," Otto had looked up from his dinner to his slight right, toward Pithos, "Nah, I got an accidental job. I blame Tommy..." "No one to blame here, he called me," "how nice childhood best friends talking to each other and disciplining a twenty-two-year-old woman," "Ria, I understand that your kidnapping and Phoebe's death still affect you due to the fact you want to remember-" "I remember everything in my life, every day, everything said to me. But never how I escaped, how she died. I couldn't even remember who the man in charge was. They were serial killers...if I couldn't stop them from doing it again...what makes you think I can stop regular killers, murderers, dad..." "Yet, you stopped two of them without that much memory, and it's in. your blood, the justice."
There was a silence, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a peaceful silence. Pithos added soap to the two dishes and the utensils used, while her father, who saved her when she was young, had washed them with water. Then, on the way to the rooms for a good night's rest, "Σε αγαπώ dad, I'll make her proud..." (I love you), "Me too, my Pandora box of justice."