Room 502 and Nathan Petrelli's office, Thursday afternoon

Coming back from an errand, Romeo was surprised to notice a large letter from Verona among his post. When he heard from home -- which was rare -- it was almost always either a phone call from his father (to make sure the boy hadn't done anything stupid) or an IM from Balthasar (likewise.)

Curiously, he opened the envelope, almost smiling when he noticed the letter wrapped around an inner envelope was in Balthasar's familiar precise handwriting.

The smile faded, than died, as he read the note, and turned into an outright scowl when he ripped into the other letter.

Then he was off his bed and throwing things into a suitcase. He'd figure out how to get to Verona once he was at the airport.

	She had gone to his cabin, checked the beach, the gun range, and even went over to Pixie Dust to see if he had picked up an extra shift. No luck. That's why Dōjima was up at the dorms, knocking on the door to 502. "Ohaiyo! Anyone home? Romeo? Teyla-san? Squirrels?"
	"In body but not in mind," Romeo called back. "Come in, if you must."
	Dōjima blinked at the odd greeting, but went in anyway. "Hey, you interested in going for some ice cream? I was bored and -" she paused, processing the packing. "-What are you doing?"
	He glanced up at her, because what did it look like he was doing? "Packing," he said. "Here, read." He tossed her the letters. One was a note telling him someone named Benvolio was marrying a Rosaline the next weekend; the other was an official legal summons to the estate disposal of Juliet Capulet Montague, also scheduled for that weekend.
	The one about the wedding she barely skimmed, only vaguely recognizing the names. Not important. The second letter, however, had her narrowing her eyes in anger. "Well now. How nice of them to invite you. With plenty of notice, too."
	"Even better than that," he told her. "They sent it to my father, and Balthasar found it on his desk and was kind enough to think I might be interested." He slammed a couple more shirts into his bag and zipped it shut. "I am not going away this easily."
	"Of course you aren't." Yurika moved past him briskly to repack his bag slightly more neatly. You had to take care with appearances, when it came to things like this. "What time is our portal?"
	"Mine is in 90 minutes," Romeo said, emphasizing the first word. "This task is not yours, Yurika."
	"Yes, because walking into the viper's nest without a plan has worked for you so well in the past." She looked up at him, but didn't cease working. "I don't trust them, Romeo, and they'll be less likely to try something if there's someone with you. The fact your father wasn't even going to tell you about any of this tells me the situation is dangerous." "I'm willing to bet he hasn't even hired a lawyer for you. Can you even go to Verona? For all we know, the banishment is still valid, despite the summons, and the Capulets are just waiting for you to show up." "So -" she picked up one of the letters again - "What does one wear to a wedding in Verona?"
	"If the banishment is valid, I am a dead man," Romeo said flatly, and ran a cross hand through his hair. He knew Yurika was better at planning than he was (granted, this applied to 80 percent of the human race, but still), and it could not hurt to have at least one friendly face if all else went sour. "And I suppose ... if you wish to come, come. For the wedding just pack a dress, bright, maybe sleeveless." He did pay attention to these things, after all, and that reminded him he should at least bring a suit, so he went to his closet to recover one. "A lawyer?" he echoed, surprised. "I had not thought of that. I'm not sure I would want one my father would find."
	"Bright but sleeveless," she mused, wandering over to wrap one arm around his waist as he looked. "I guess that rules out my furisodes, ne?" Of course he hadn't thought of it. "Well, if you don't want whatever lawyer he's hired, if any, what are you going to do about it?" It wasn't that Romeo couldn't plan, he just needed prodding sometimes. "Do you know anyone in Verona who can help?"
	"It might not, if you tell me what a furisodes is," Romeo told her, then went to embrace her as he closed his eyes in thought. "Not in Verona, but my Networking teacher is an attorney. Do you think he might serve for this?"
	"A furisode is a very formal kimono," she said, tightening her arms around him. "They're very bright and colorful, but with very long sleeves. I would definitely stand-out if I wore it, and that may not be very subtle." Ha! Now they were getting somewhere. "Hai, I think that would serve quite nicely. When in doubt, someone from Fandom is perfect. We tend to be very very sneaky." She nuzzled at his neck and sighed. "You want me to go talk to him while you get the travel arrangements sorted out?"
	He gave her a grateful look, turning to kiss her forehead before answering. "Could you? I fear my tongue would choke on the story if I tried to tell it myself. And the portal can as easily fit three as two, I suspect."
	"Yes, but who's going to meet us when we arrive? Do you need to contact the police, and let them know you're answering the summons?" she asked, starting to tick things off on her fingers. "If your teacher can come along, you may need to bump the portal back a half-hour to give him time to pack. Heck, I need to pack!"
	"Balthasar will meet us," Romeo answered, with a slight smile. "He's a sort of employee of my father's, a messenger, and has been a good friend to me. But I ought call the police while you pack and find Mr. Petrelli." He gave his phone a rueful glance. "Would I had powers such to make this call unnecessary."

Nathan Petrelli's Office

Nathan had an entire summer session of lesson plans to go over. So he was in his office making sure his notes read the way he wanted them to.

	Dōjima paused outside the office door to smooth down her skirt before knocking briskly. She was way over her head when it came to Romeo's situation, but this she could do. This, at least, was business, and she knew business.
	Nathan looked up. "Come on in, miss...?"
	"Dōjima, Dōjima Yurika," Dōjima answered as she entered. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Petrelli, but I'm in the market for some legal assistance."
	"Have a seat," Nathan invited. He pulled a fresh pad of paper over in case he needed to take notes. "What's the problem?"
	"It's technically not my problem, at least, not directly," she said, taking the offered seat. "It's one of your students, Romeo Montague? However, I'm the one doing the hiring." "Long version short, there's a nasty family feud. He got caught up in it, married a girl he shouldn't have, people ended up dead, and he ended up banished." Yurika ignored the knot in her stomach and pressed on. "Now he's been summoned back to Verona, regarding his deceased wife's estate. However, there's a slight problem with Verona's finest and the concept of justice. I am, ah, concerned, that he received this summons only today, and no protection or legal representation has been provided for him. That is, of course, where you come in."
	Nathan was, in fact, taking notes. "Does he know you're hiring me?"
	"Hai," she answered, folding her hands. "Luckily I found him packing to leave, and once I brought up the idea of hiring a professional, he mentioned you. I have been dispatched to speak with you, while he informs the proper authorities that he will be attending the hearing." "I have not told him that I would be the one hiring you, however. He doesn't always think the details through, and I did not see any reason to add more stress to his situation."
	"Fandom... being what it is," Nathan said, which was his diplomatic way of saying "wacky" "it's entirely possible that I won't be officially recognized as a laywer. Which isn't to say I won't help, I just wanted that disclaimer out there."
	"As long as you keep him from doing anything too terribly idiotic in a legal fashion, I'll be thrilled," she said dryly. "I will be there also, but I don't even know how American laws work on my world, let alone on any other."
	"Advice I can do," Nathan said. "I can even put on a good show, see about getting him a settlement."
	Yurika didn't bother to hide the relief that blossomed on her face. "Thank you, Petrelli-sensei. I know he had originally scheduled a portal that's due to leave in an hour or so, but if that's not enough time, I can ask him to change it."
	"Hour should be fine," Nathan assured her.
	Dōjima stood and held out her hand. "We're off to California, then. The portal will be at the Causeway in an hour, and Romeo and I will meet you there." "Oh, and if you own a firearm, you may want to bring it along. I'm under the impression that Verona isn't very welcoming, especially considering that we'll be escorting the prodigal and problematic Montague."
	"Good to know," Nathan said. He didn't confirm or deny whether or not he had a gun. He did, but he felt no need to confirm or deny that.