“No, I’m his daughter.”

“Ah, I see. Please, sit down, have a smoke while I go get your father.”

“No. I’ll stand, thank you.”

“As you wish.”

She was getting more and more suspicious of the man as he disappeared into a back room she hadn’t noticed until that very second. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped away from it.

“What the fuck, man!” Shane yelled, taking in the man before her.

“Dean! Dean, it’s me!”

“What the hell?”

The man crawled forward, on his knees, his fingers clasped together and pressed to his chest.

“Dean, you came for me! I knew you would. I love you, baby! C’mere!”

The man attempted to stand up, swaying and stumbling the entire time. He grabbed Shane in a hug and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him back.

“What the fuck, man?”

Another hand, this time on her shoulder, forced her to swing around again.

“Here is your father.” The accented man said.

“Thank you.”

“Dean!” The old man let out a strangled cry, once again trying to grab Shane.

The dealer walked over to the old man and kicked him hard in the ribs.

“Cut it out, old man!” Then to Shane, “Terribly sorry about that.”

Shane’s eyes were wide with terror at the dealer’s actions.

“No problem.”

She grabbed Gabriel’s hand and pulled him out of the house.

“What are you doing? Who are you?”

Shane stood on the sidewalk, attempting to hail a taxi.

“I’m your daughter, and I’m taking you home.”

“Shane? Oh, Shane.” He smiled and tenderly stroked her cheek.

”Don’t.” Shane stated firmly, swatting Gabriel’s hand away.

“What’s all the racket?” Howie asked, stumbling out of his bedroom.

“Lara, Lara!” Dana ignored him, pushing past him and over to Lara who was crying at the door.

“I’m sorry, Dana, I’m sorry.” She sobbed, falling into Dana’s arms.

“Hey, shh. It’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I just… it’s hard to see you with somebody else.” She whispered, trying to smile through the tears.

“I’m sorry, Lara.” Dana whispered in response, holding her ex-girlfriend even closer.