“My name is Franscisco.” He laughed internally. He hasn’t told anyone that name since elementary school. “You probably kill people. Killing is wrong, no matter what. The people should be put in jail where they can suffer.” Cisco fumed, stepping into his pants and pulling them on.
Helena immediately slipped the robe back on and caught his hand. “Please, Franscisco.” Her tone was soft and pleading. “Don’t leave. This is why I didn’t tell you what I do. I want you to stay with me. Please. Just for breakfast.” She actually was starting to get emotional.
“I just need to think.” He muttered, feeling for his phone in his pants pocket. “I’m going to go take a shower. I don’t care what we eat. Order whatever.” He said before walking to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He sat against the door and pulled his phone out. Clicking the power button, he discovered it died. “Shit.”
Cisco backup 