"Wouldn't be the first time." Gus grumbled a bit. "Any wiring or is it just shit made of stone." He realized that he should stop swearing around Clarke but he was too pissed off to curb his language. He heard his mama's disapproving voice in his head and groaned.

"Yeah. Let's go there." He lifted the phone he woke up with. "I take it the place is on here?" He quickly read her the street and address number. It didn't look like it was too far, at least he'd be able to wear paints soon.

Fuck this toga.

"Thanks. Look, sorry for yelling." He hadn't yelled at her but his voice was definitely raised. "This is the second time I've been brought to a fucking different place." Not that his home is much better.