"Don't ask anything, I don't want to talk to you."
The person on the phone said anxiously, "What are you doing going to such a small place? Are you healed yet? Do you know we're going crazy looking for you?"
Dylan Young sat in his freshly washed car, his long fingers gently grazing the steering wheel, "I have very important matters to attend to. Don't ask anything else. I'm in a tight spot for time. Do me a favor, check up on the York Family in Loch City and then find clear evidence of this man called Arnold Glenn committing bigamy."
He remembered there was one more thing, "Oh... Also, I'm going to be staying in Peach County for a while. Help me get in touch with the person in charge here."
"What on earth is all this about?"
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Dylan's lips, "My personal matters, life-long issues."
"Life-long... issues? Wait a minute, you can't mean..."
