Scorpius opened the door, noting the look on Al's face. He laughed, but it didn't meet his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I thought this would be better than the Prophet offices." There were still things to work out, and he needed to be here. "I didn't want it to be a feeding frenzy even if I just wanted to talk to you."
He let Al in and sat at the kitchen table. "I was hoping that you can get a short statement in. You can add a picture if you want or use the old ones. It isn't much, but it would help. I trust you." He looked up at Lori and back down at Al. "Thanks. Once we get this out of the way, we can figure out the rest. I have to work on a place to live."