Bree summoned Tatum and her crew to bar Gaper and told them her request. It was simple. Tatum and the other graffiti artists would decorate Mr Gordon's property with temporary spray paint - that ought to get his attention.

When he came calling, Bree would make him sign a petition for Jimothy's freedom and then the crew would take down the paint. It was a desperate and childish idea but Bree had a feeling it would work.

Gordon loved his properties as much as he did anything else. He tried hard to maintain a stainless reputation through them.

One would wonder what Bree had promised to give in return for Tate's services. Well, Ed had ransacked the artists hideout, taking all of their legit spray cans and Bree had promised to give it all back. There was nothing else a 12 year old graffiti artist would adore more than her precious spray cans.

Luckily, Tatum agreed. With her crew, they set out to visit one the Mayor's houses - taking with them bags of spray cans filled with assailable water color that was convincing enough to look like permanent marker on the wall.

Meanwhile, Bree went to visit Jimothy. He showed her his latest creation. He had built a large but simple cage - it was 14 feet tall with long horizontal poles to serve as a roof. It was pillared by solid metal bars on each side and a large flooring made out of metal and titanium - don't ask. The cage was open literally, one could basically walk through it but Jimothy had made the cage weight sensitive.

He explained that the minute the creature walked into it, the cage would snap under pressure, releasing strong metal bars on both sides to close the monster in. It wouldn't be able to squeeze out or break them and if it struggled, the bars would keep closing in until it would either suffocate it or kill it.

Bree had never been so delighted about anything in her life. If Jimothy weren't so weird, she would've have kissed him for being such a genius. She thanked him profusely and promised his petition was already on the way.

"How do i transport this back home?" Bree asked the million dollar question at last.

Jimothy explained how he'd put detachable wheels underneath the cage so she could literally roll the thing into town. But how did she hope to hide a 14 foot metal cage from people?

Jimothy was way ahead of her. His finishing touch hadn't been installed yet. He had somehow weaved a net of dark green leaves and Bree watched as he began to drape them all over the cage until it looked like a children's swing that was now covered in overgrown vegetation.

Jimothy was truly a genius. He was a hunter too so Bree couldn't find his intuition hard to believe.

Bree waited until 1am the next morning before transporting her cage back to town. She kept it near the farmhouse and convinced the suspicious driver into believing it was building equipment for the Pendulum.

By morning, Tate brought her good news. Mr Gordon had called an audience with her but Bree would have to go instead.

She was already having such a great day; victory in order, being called to the Mayor's office because of a gang of minor Michaelangelos. She put on a cream colored blazer jacket underneath a white top, black jeans and a strapped sandal.

She got busy putting her house in order first, arranging and folding up clothes when the doorbell rang.

She ran to it and pulled the handle. Norman stood there, his face grim with a frown.

"Hey!" Bree said. They hadn't spoken in weeks and he stopped calling and sending care packages. Bree figured he was sulking or waiting for her to reach out - either way, she was too busy to do anything else.

"What is going on with you?" He asked stepping inside. He wore a gray sweater with a small hoodie hanging behind it making him look like a teenager.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"What do i mean? You're very distant, you don't call or text. You're always sneaking around and doing weird things and running off with that funny dog downstairs looking like Dora The Explorer. What is up with you? What happened to us?" His voice lowered at the end.

Bree sighed. She didn't want to pretend any longer.

"Look Norman, i have things to do and yes i've been distant and that's because this . . ." she gestured with a finger at herself then at him. ". . . isn't working. I can't keep up with it. I mean, you're a really sweet guy and all but i am not in love with you, i can't keep fooling myself anymore. I just can't."

It took Norman a while to register what she said. Blood drained out of his face and he blinked twice as if it could erase the things he'd heard. "What?"

"I'm breaking up with you." Bree said calmly spreading her arms apart.

"W- what? Why? I'm not the problem here." He said. Bree couldn't help but notice how he'd gone back to desperate old Norman within a snap. He looked like he would cry or throw a fit or cry while throwing a fit.

"Yeah, you're not. I am. So i'm making the best decision for myself and for you. Love finds everyone eventually and i'll be patient enough to wait until it's my turn. I don't want to hurt myself by being with the wrong person. You really should do the same."

Norman tried to speak but his mouth only parted and shut like a fish. Bree tapped him on the shoulder and picked up her handbag.

"I've got an appointment to catch so you should get going." She said and gently pushed him till he was out the door, his mouth still opening and shutting repeatedly.

She locked the door and turned to face him.

He somehow managed to find his voice. "You're dumping me?"

"I hate your bloody ugly face you little wretch." Gaius yelled for the first time and Bree turned toward their apartment door.

"Yeah, i have to or else if we keep going, one day we're going to end up like Gaius and Kate and i can't risk a headache that big every morning. Have a nice day, Norman." Bree said with a gleeful smile then strolled toward the stairs.

As she descended, she felt like she had just breathed in a wave of fresh sea air - salty and cold yet liberating. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this good - this free. She understood how Jimothy must've felt living in that dark house all alone. She understood how he would feel when he would finally say goodbye to it; the gloom, the loneliness, the staggering silence that he'd known and accepted as one.

She had felt bound for a long time by too many things - worry, fear, anxiety, exposure, failure etc. She was scared she could not do much for herself and for her comatose mother. She had been so worried about not getting the bills paid early that she'd carried so much stress on her back, it had shoved her into a state of loneliness and right into Norman's grip.

Now she felt liberated. She wasn't scared anymore, she wasn't worried. She felt a surge of hope and she promised to remain optimistic no matter what.

She hailed a cab and headed for Central Maine. That was where Mr Gordon lived. It was like the seat of government and it was disturbingly quiet, somewhat like the Grand Parrish.

The cab stopped in front a stately house thrice the size of Bruno's. A faux grass lawn stretched from the see-through front gate to every corner of the house. The roof was flat and green. Bree could see the lounge area on top of it - expensive chairs and a mini bar, probably a jacuzzi and a mini golf course.

As Bree advanced, she expected to be flanked by a swarm of armed security men scanning her with metal bars and asking thousands of questions but none of that happened.

There was only a young girl of about 5 playing at the gate. Immediately she spotted Bree, she tapped something behind her and the gate slid open. She smiled widely at Bree revealing three missing teeth.

"Hello!" The girl greeted. The corner of her mouth was stained by a sticky substance that Bree guessed was evidence of candy.

"Hi. What's your name?" Bree asked in the sweetest tone. The girl was so cute it made Bree smile like a goof. She had curly brown hair that grew in a wild way, intertwining at every point in her head such that Bree couldn't tell where her hairband was. Her eyes were small like Pauline's and she had a tiny nose that could fit in between Bree's thumb and first finger if she tried to honk it.

She wore a black polka dot dress and a white material stuck out from her backside. Bree thought they were diapers.

"My name is Berry." The girl replied pronouncing the letter r as w so it sounded like she had said Bewwy. Even her hello had sounded like hewwo.

"You're Berry Gordon?" Bree asked with a tone of amusement as the name sounded vaguely familiar to a famous person's but Bree couldn't quite recall who.

"Yes. How did you know?" Berry asked looking suspicious.

Bree laughed a little. The child had no idea her father was quite important and now, looking at the house with no security and whatnot, Bree realized why.

Mr Gordon had made it so his child grew up like a normal kid oblivious to the truth of her father's social status. Bree suspected she probably went to school like a normal kid too, without people trying to mob her for being the Mayor's child.

"Is your dad in?" Bree asked.

Berry pointed to the left side of the house where a row of white couches disappeared into the back.

"with Molly!" Berry said as she pointed, her signature accent making the word sound like Mowwy.

Bree arched an eyebrow. "did you say mommy?"

"No, Molly." Berry corrected still pointing and looking up at Bree.

"Oh Molly. Is Molly your sister?" She asked. She had no idea why she interrogated the child but a part of her knew she was just nervous to meet with the Mayor.

Berry shook her head in disapproval. "poodu"

"what?" Bree asked.

"Molly poodu." Berry repeated. She had been picking at the sod since she opened the gate but the fake grass was too strong for her five year old fingers.

Bree realized she meant Molly was a poodle. "Oh you mean a dog."

Berry nodded approvingly.

Bree adjusted her handbag and made to walk away but Berry extended her arms.

"I go with you." She said. Bree giggled and carried the girl then headed for the back. The child weighed nothing and Bree wondered if she ate at all or just had candy all day. Everyone knew Mr Gordon wasn't married but Bree had no idea he had a child.

As they rounded the corner, Bree's breath stuck in her throat. She came face to face with a shimmering pool - the biggest one she had ever seen. There was an empty barbecue pit on one side of it in a grassy area. On the other side where the house stood next to the pool was a wide porch covered in comfortable couches and a table. Behind that was an outdoor dining table. At the far end of the house, the lawn stretched and conjoined with palm trees. Toys of all kinds littered the lawn, toys that definitely belonged to Berry.

There was a dollhouse yards away from the second tree. It was painted blue and pink and from where she stood, Bree could see the bathroom decorations inside. It looked like a small castle and Bree was a big fan of castles. She was even sure that if she squatted, she could fit in the dollhouse meanwhile it would seem the size of a football field to Berry.

A man sat on one of the couches. He wore a Hawaiian shirt with blue jeans. His hair and beard were so black it looked ink blue. Next to his feet sat a miniature French poodle. It was white all over and blended in with the couches. If Berry hadn't told Bree about the dog, she probably would've stepped on the canine.

Mr Gordon looked old but quite handsome for his age. Bree had never seen him in person - only in pictures from his previous campaigns. He wore a wristwatch that was covered with so many rhinestones that Bree couldn't see the face of the clock. He was barefoot as there was a white rug underneath his feet.

Beside him, a French door led into the house. Its first pane was halfway open so Bree had a very fantastic view of the indoor decor. Everything was white but a little bit of color from tiny objects in the room made it look even more beautiful.

"Ah, yes. Miss Brianna Deckard. Lovely to finally meet you. Although i was expecting the little one, Merchant, was it?" Gordon said scratching his chin. Almost immediately, he noticed that Bree held his child in her arms.

"Oh there you are, Berry. Don't wander off, come here." He said opening his hand. Berry slid down Bree's arm and trudged toward her father. She looked nothing like him making Bree wonder if she was adopted.

"Please sit." Mr Gordon offered. Bree sat opposite him, still trying to drink in the simple beauty around her.

"I'm really sorry about your property, Mr Gordon." Bree started although she was rather happy about it. It had brought her face to face with him.

The Mayor waved his hand dismissively, pulling Berry a little closer to himself. The child leaned against him, engrossed in picking at her fingers. "I have a soft spot for kids. That one, the Merchant kid. She refused my scholarship. A very feisty child with so much potential. She could've done theater but alas, she prefers to roam the streets than go to school. It's a shame, miss Deckard. A shame. She would've been a phenomenon. Have you seen her handiwork?"

Bree was stunned by how casual Mr Gordon was. She swapped him with Ed in her mind and instead of calm words, she heard lots of yelling and cursing. She wondered how the Mayor had found an imp like Edward.

He spoke calmly and assured Bree that he was not angered by what Tatum had done to his mansion uptown.

"Berry tries to paint the walls too so i made her an art room upstairs. You should see her rendition of the Green Lampoon. It's amazing."

"Gween Lantern." Berry corrected with a giggle that showed she was mocking her father.

He waved his hand again. "What do i know about those cinematic swindles."

"Mr Gordon, i'm here to talk to you about Jimothy." Bree said going straight to the point. She had other things to do besides listening to a man who knew so much about education and so little about modern theatrical releases.

He arched his eyebrows in confusion. Bree noticed they were perfectly trimmed.

"Walter!" He called. After a while, a young man in a tailored suit approached from behind him with a bottle of wine, a glass and a napkin. He placed it before Bree and filled the glass before leaving. Bree wondered if he knew that whenever Mr Gordon called his name, he meant wine.

"Pardon my manners. Have a drink." He said. His face had gone from kind to disturbed and Bree suspected Jimothy's name had created the effect. Who was that man anyway?

Bree picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Berry stared at her longingly like she wanted to drink too. As if reading her mind, Mr Gordon told her to go get a juice box for herself. She jumped off the couch and scurried inside with the poodle running after her.

"This man you mentioned, what about him?" Mr Gordon asked, saying each word carefully.

"He uh, he helped me with a really complicated problem and i was thinking to reward him." Bree didn't want to state that she had promised Jim or she could ruin her chances. She didn't want to make the Mayor feel she thought herself entitled to getting whatever she wanted.

Mr Gordon hummed and leaned back. "What reward is that?"

Bree swallowed. The wine suddenly felt like bile in her throat. "A pardon maybe. He wants to live in the town just like everyone else but i think he's had bad history with the authority."

The side of the Mayor's mouth curled into a smile making him look less like an elderly person. "You have no idea who he is? Do you?"

"Uh, no but he's saved my life once, years ago." She said. The more she spoke, the more she felt stupid. Norman's outburst should've told her Jim was someone to avoid but now, watching the Mayor slowly taunt her with information he withheld, she felt like she might've made a deal with the devil.

"Did he now? A nice gesture. I guess you owe him then but miss Deckard, i don't."

Bree's little light of hope began to flicker but she tried her best to keep it burning.

"I understand that but. . ."

"I'm sorry but i can't help you, miss." Gordon said plainly. His face still looked kind but his voice sounded cold.

Bree sat still for a count of five seconds. Her father always said stopping to think helped one refrain from saying stupid things.

When she finally found her voice, she spoke up. "Will you please tell me why you won't help?"

Mr Gordon raised his perfectly trimmed eyebrows again. Her question seemed to have shaken the info box in his head and his mouth had no other option than to spill.

"You've noticed my daughter looks nothing like me, haven't you?"

Bree suddenly felt uneasy. Why was he bringing Berry into the conversation?

"Yes i have. Quite a pretty little girl." Bree complimented and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The couch under her now seemed to be made out of gravel and sewing needles.

Mr Gordon's face was like sandpaper. It seemed what he was about to say weighed the size of the cage she'd rolled to the farmhouse. He sighed and leaned forward, lacing his fingers together.

"She's Jimothy's child. Berry is my niece."