"What's so funny hon?" His wife, Elenor called from the bedroom.

"Nothing, baby." James leaned back, reading the paper. There it was, the story that nobody knew wasn't true. Nobody but-

"Hi." She kissed him once, leaving some lipstick on his face. "Now what's so funny?"

He gestured to the television, where the news was playing the latest story.

“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday, by a man who seemed to be out of his mind. The killer has not been found. His family, including wife Elenor Burnham is currently grieving privately. This is the second crime this week, if you haven't heard about the string of robberies, we'll recap the story here."

Elenors mouth made a little O, which dissolved into giggles quickly. "Oh no, you did it again! Well, you know what that means." She took his plate and put it into the sink.

"I was thinking next time, I might call myself Marcus." He leaned back, stretching.

She washed their plates, sunlight hitting her box blonde hair. "Marcus, hm? I like that. I was thinking maybe Renee for me."

"You would make a nice Renee, although that hairstyle is going to have to go. Maybe a brunette for you."

She put her hands on her hips. "No silly, I did brunette when I was Maria in Belmont. I think I'll go with a red, I've always been told I'd look good as a ginger. Anyways I'll go find a black dress and make my mascara run while you go find an apartment. Where are we going next?"

He was back to reading the paper. "Oh. Virginia, there's some pretty nice neighborhoods we can hit up. Plus, I've heard the seaside is nice this time of year."

~A week later~

"Wow, this place is cute!" She stood there in a pink dress, which combined with her new ginger locks, made her blue eyes look amazing. She had on white gloves, and heels to match.

"More like cramped." He had just shaved and changed up his style, slicking back his hair and wearing a suit instead of his flannels from the other town.

"We'll make it work darling. With all this money I'll decorate it nicely!" She clapped her hands, looking around.

"Don't go spending all my money, we're supposed to save some of that. Although I do have some houses planned for tomorrow night."

She stopped. Ran a hand through her hair. "I actually feel a bit under the weather, can we put off this heist for a bit?"

They started working on the apartment, buying some furniture and decorations, and painting the place. Even though they would leave after committing another heist, they enjoyed dressing a place up, and making it feel like home, if only a temporary one. Renee kept putting off the robbery, and it had been a whole two weeks before the two actually talked about it.

"Alright, heres dinner!" She set the plate onto the table before sitting down and putting her head in her hands.

He came into the kitchen they were using as a dining room, sitting down and looking over at her. Something had been off about her, ever since they left Blueville, three weeks ago now.

"Are you alright?"

She sat up, looking at him with glassy eyes. "Fine, why?"

"You're acting strange. You don't want to do anything besides cook and clean and you refuse to even talk about this upcoming heist. You're pale and sick and you don't eat as much. I'm worried about you."

She wrung her hands, sighing once, then again. "Maybe I just don't want to be in this business anymore. I mean, we haven't really lived at all, it's always just on to the next heist. We don't have any friends, or anyone who knows who we are for that matter."

"This hasn't bothered you before, you were fine a month ago, what changed?"

"Well," she glanced away, face becoming a bit red, "for one thing, I'm pregnant."