She flipped back a couple channels and stopped on a view of Ferris. To the untrained eye, he might look fine, but Fleur would be able to recognize some key differences. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that was buttoned up to his neck. Bruises may have peeked out from under his collar. More than anything else, though, were his eyes. They were dull and lifeless and he spoke quietly. "Rockwell Industries is designed to reinvent your life," he said quietly. "Visit us on Linden Avenue in Sylvaele and you'll see firsthand the difference."
He was quiet before he hung his head and the ad switched away to the old movie that had presumably been interrupted by the ad break. Fleur might vaguely recognize it from her childhood. Next to her, Alyssa was silent before she turned off the television.
"No, but you can't go in alone. And he wants me, then, at least. Why else would they put Ferris in an ad?"
"There are no guards who can defend you against Romero, Fleur," Alyssa said seriously. "You can't go. Ferris wouldn't want it."
"I can't leave him there, Alyssa. I.. I might have a way I can get him back. I have something he might want."
She frowned, crossing her arms. "He's not going to let Ferris go," she said. "He's been wanting to get him for a long time."
"Maybe," she said. "He seemed very insistent on taking this necklace back." she gestured to the one around her neck. "It used to be his."
Fleur laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been a few hours before she got up, checking to see if Alyssa was asleep before getting dressed and heading out.
