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Desmond shot Wesley a very dirty look. He wanted to punch Wes in the face. He had no right to bring up Alaska and him. Much less bring it up in front of the new girl. That's when Levi brought up the rumor he had heard so many times before. Wes going into Alaska's dressing room. While he didn't exactly trust Levi, but she was a reliable source. He was going to have to talk with Alaska later, in private. He was going to get to the bottom of this. When he heard Wes bad mouth Alaska, now he wanted to kill him. He was trying to keep his anger in check. He had too, he couldn't rip Wes a new one, while the new girl was standing right next to him. When he trying to get his anger under control, he felt his hand get squeezed. Wyatt was trying to be a nice guy and take her off his hands.

"Wyatt, I just told her about her situation. I think that she needs some time alone, to think. You know how hard it is for people to get over the fact that they are... Stuck here forever. It's nothing against you, I think your one of the better guys here, but she needs some time. Everyone does when they first get here," Desmond started, "and get that damn brother of yours in line." He needed to smoke. He didn't smoke in front of anybody. It would ruin his image. Of course he didn't smoke cigarettes, he smoked a pipe. He was off musing about how the apple smoke would taste, a doll walked up, and offered herself to Violet, "and that's our resident mechanic. He can control puppets. He's been here a while. Don't be fooled. It's not actually him, he's somewhere around. In a coffin." He leaned into Violet's ear and whispered, "That doll. Don't trust it. I don't trust Victor as far as I can throw him."