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James nodded stiffly, but still didn't let go of Oliver's arm. He too looked into the girls eyes and his own widened. "When... How?...." he questioned, looking from one personto another, but only finding comfort in the familiarity of Oliver's appearance that was still that of their home. Suddenly he leaned closer and took a deep breath of the shirt the other man worn and closed his eyes. He could still faintly smell the farm scent on them, even though the environment had polluted it somewhat. It calmed him to know that with all the change around him, one thing could still be the same.

James nodded, his eyes still closed for the moment as he took another deep breath, then looked at Oliver. "Alright..." He replied, not quite sure if it was a good idea, but willing to go along with the man. Gingerly he released Oliver and took a small step away while smoothing his hands over the front of his pant legs. He sincerely hopped they could find the Almish housing soon.

Annalise looks at Oliver and shakes her head
"I've looked like this in Amish country too,Oliver.So,Sir,please don't touch me"

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While Oliver and the others had been preoccupied by their own guide and the fear the Americanized man caused them, Samuel was stuck walking on his own down the sidewalk and through the busy city with no understanding of his surroundings or the location of his destination. The teen stepped lightly down the side of the street and hunched conservatively attempting to blend a little better with the crowd.

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Grayson rose onto the balls of his feet, trying to see over the heads of the many people walking along the sidewalk. He bit his lip, searching for a kid he'd never met. The male glanced down at the hand written description that had been mailed to him by the council, then up into the crowd again. Frustrated, he climbed a nearby stoop. Now, with the added advantage of several inches, he could see over the crowd. It was then that he spotted a gorgeous blond male looking quite lost and a bit frightened. "Bullseye." The boy murmured with a grin, stepping off of his stoop and approaching the lost looking teen.
"Good day," He greeted, a hint of German still lilting his accent from his own days in the community. "I'm lookin' for a young man by the name of Samuel, here for his Rumspringa. Any chance I've found him in you?" Grayson asked with a smirk, offering the note with its description to Samuel.