He looks the names over, mouth moving as he commits them to memory. They're not names he knows, but give him an hour or two and he will.

"They have to be lucky all the time, someone wanting to catch them only has to be lucky once."

It's a mantra his father would go over, and as loathe as he is to rememeber anything about Ethan Frye, the old bastard was right about that.

He hands the note back, and offers a bright smile.

"Breakfast?"