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Two hours ago a run would have been a good idea. Well, if she had known that Tarin was going to be like this, she would have suggested a run then. And while she knew that he was excited, Lee hadn't expected him to be unable to sit still while waiting for the game to start.

As if on cue, Tarin stood up to walk around again. Lee sighed softly as she shook her head. She'd never seen anyone, even Robert, this nervously excited before a game they were going to be watching. Though, the Leafs had made it to the post season for the last…however many years.

She knew this was different, and exciting for Tarin.

Feeling Tarin stop behind the couch and lean over, Lee leaned her head back to look up at him. As he thanked her for putting up with all of this.

Lee laughed softly. "As ridiculous as all this is," she murmured looking up at him. "I have to admit, it's kind of cute."

For weeks now, Tarin had been talking about a 'magic number'. About the possibility that the Mets might actually make it into the playoffs this year.

Lee was happy and excited about that as well. No where near as excited as Tarin was, but she was excited. And while Lee had watched enough hockey in her life (and listened to Robert talk about hockey) to know how wildcard spots work, this 'magic number' that Tarin kept trying to explain to her was a little much.

With weeks still to go in the season, and so many teams wins and losses to take into account, it didn't matter how many times Tarin tried to explain it to her, she just could not understand how there could be this one 'magical number', which was obviously changing on a daily basis, to indicate the Mets' chances of actually making it into the playoffs.

But, they were now down to the last couple regular season games. And the Mets only needed to win one more game.

That Lee understood, and could even see herself if she looked at the standings.

The final two games were that day. A weekday daytime double header. Another thing that Lee didn't understand about baseball.

But Tarin had taken the day off work (because of course he did). Not only that, Tarin had woken up early. Quite a bit earlier than normal. And had immediately put on his hat and a Mets shirt. He'd even tried to get her to wear his old hat, the one with the interdimensional magic, when they'd gone out that morning.

She'd refused. Tarin's ridiculousness leading up to the game was rather cute, though.

"I know," Lee said patiently with a small smile as she watched Tarin pace toward the kitchen before coming back. "You've said about a hundred times today. Do we need to go for a quick run to burn off some of this excited energy before the game starts?"

Lee definitely noticed that Tarin did not say he would be alright at the shop by him herself. He said that he would manage. Lee knew that those were two very different things. And that for Tarin, he could say that he was 'managing' while barely resisting panicking.

But Lee also couldn't force Tarin to cancel his appointments or agree to her coming to the shop. He was an adult who'd been making his own decisions for decades and has now had a chance to think rationally about the situation.

Plus, Lee was too worried and uncomfortable to walk to the shop on her own after Tarin had left.

"Totally fair," Lee replied. Absolutely nothing sounded like a great plan for the evening. "Though to be honest, I may just sit here and do nothing productive while you're gone, too."

Tarin thought that people who had incredible stories should share them.

And that did often happen. Politicians, notable figures, heroes all often had books written, either by themselves or written about them and what they had done. Lee certainly wasn't any of those.

But it was true that a lot of the things she had done, or that she had lived through were incredible. Hard to believe it was true for most people. But did that incredibleness mean that she should actually write it down?

Kevin had been very happy and excited to hear the stories about his father. And if anything were to happen to get, Kevin wouldn't learn anything else, because who was there who actually knew what had happened to them?

"I'll consider it," Lee said, just before Tarin looked at his watch again with a sigh. "Like I said, I can go back with you if you do."

They reached the couch as Tarin asked about how big the cheque had been that had been found in the shop.

Lee didn't react right away but instead sat down first. "Completely outrageous," Lee said softly as she shuffled through the papers to pull out the summary page of another statement before holding it so Tarin could see if he wanted. And while not as large an amount as what was in Kevin's trust, it was still a substantial sum.

"A million dollars," she said. "We invested most of it. This is my share after the divorce. Once we got access to his fathers accounts, it all went into the trust for Kevin."

Lee was just taking a sip of her coffee when she heard her phone. Setting her cup down, Lee took a look at her phone to see that it was just Will sending a message that he was on his way. Shooting off a quick acknowledgement, Lee went back to her coffee as she waited.

Not that she had a long time to wait as Will arrived a few minutes later, sitting down across from her at the table. "Hey, don't worry about it Will," Lee replied in greeting.

Lee then just sat and looked at Will for a couple moments before speaking again. "How have you been doing?" she asked again even though she had already asked by text. "Honestly? Because I know none of us were really expecting what happened at the museum that day, but I realized that you had been even less prepared for it than Tarin was and likely didn't have anyone to talk to about it."

And Tarin hadn't been prepared for what they had faced. He'd actively avoided anything even remotely resembling it for his entire life. But at least Tarin knew about the unbelievable things that had happened to Lee in the past. And they had found out from Michael what the mystic was planning much earlier than the day before.