Faith glanced at the scrap of paper again, then looked up at the coffee house she was standing in front of. She'd managed to throw Sam off by telling him she was patrolling, but she was kind of nervous as to what she was really there for. Some guy had called, telling her that he had information on her father, and, even though Faith hadn't really thought about her father for a long time, she decided to go see what the story was.
"Ok. I can do this."
She walked inside and sat down at a table, wondering how the guy had known what she would look like. Although, when she thought about it, her face had been plastered all over the news not so long ago, when she was a wanted felon. So, it was probably not all that surprising that he would -
"Faith?"
Faith looked up and found herself staring into the oddly familiar dark eyes of -
"Dad?"
George gestured to the seat. "May I?"
She nodded, still in shock. "What... how did... aren't you... I thought you were dead."
George sighed. "Is that what she told you?"
"Yeah, and you... you didn't really, you know... pop up to tell me otherwise."
"Why don't we order something?" George said gently, signalling a waitress. "I think this is going to be a long night."