Who: Owen and Cecilia Where: Out Where: 5:30-ish and on
It felt important to get away from the house for awhile. The day had been such a clusterfuck, and Owen wasn't sure how he'd managed to keep his mouth shut during lunch. Marco, in his mind, was a lost cause. Too many people had tried to help him, but Marco was dead set on self-destructing. And Owen was done with it. They had all been kidnapped and brought to this place. They were all being fucked with. Owen simply couldn't devote his time and energy to helping someone who didn't want it. If Marco ever decided he truly wanted to get better, that he wanted to survive this place, then it was on him to prove it. Owen was done.
And it sounded like Cecilia was as well. She probably needed a break from the house as much as Owen did. He didn't have the words to cheer her up, or magically her problems disappear, but the nice thing about Cecilia was it didn't seem like she expected them. So he waited for her in the foyer near the door, prepared to snarl at anyone who might try to stop her on their way out. If they had any ounce of a brain, they'd leave her alone for awhile. Marco, especially.