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Episode 3-08 This episode marks the second of a 6-8 episode crossover with Breathe. The characters are Gloria and James Benton, Rachel Wright, as well as a secret character relation in Presence! Enjoy. |
Pleasance,
Calif. “Let
me out of here!!” Kassie Tom screamed, thrashing around. She was in the
back of the abandoned fishing building, tried up. She could see that it
was dark outside, peered up to the translucent window. “Let me go!” She
stopped at soon as she heard a door open and them slam. Footsteps
approached the back-room door. Within seconds, dim light filtered through
the opening crack. The dulled doodads hanging on the walls were slightly
illuminated. “Colin!”
she called out. “Untie me!” Colin
stepped in, wearing no shirt. He has obviously been working on something
outside. “Will you shut up?” “No!”
Kassie said stubbornly. “Listen: Noah needs to be fed properly. He’s
going to get sick. He’s been here for God-knows how long! If you’re
not going to let me go, a least bring him back to my mother.” Colin
stood there. “Are you kidding?” Kassie
scowled at him. “You make me sick.” “Oh,
now that you’ve insulted me, I’ll go ahead a release you,” Colin
said sarcastically. “I don’t think so. I have plans for both of you.
After having a talk with my boss—and mentioning everything you’ve
done—he’s given an okay to me.” Kassie
looked up at him. “What do you mean? Does this have anything to do with
that boat you’re fixing up?” Colin
nodded. “Yes. And I want it to be a surprise.” “A
surprise?” Kassie asked, shifting on the ground. “I’m guessing it
isn’t special.” “It’s
definitely special,” Colin smirked, “for me.” Kassie
shifted some more, and grimaced as the pressure of the rope on her legs
went against her gunshot wound. “You’re sick. You would kill an
innocent baby. You’d kill my brother.” Colin
laughed. “Yeah…” “You
bastard!” she called out, trying to kick him. Without reason, he came
forward to her. He bent down in front her, holding down her legs. “What
are you doing?” Colin
leaned over onto her, and brushed his hands up her leg. “Don’t
touch me!” Kassie instructed, trying to squirm away. She landed against
a wall, and she couldn’t use her tied-up hands to fight him off. She
closed her eyes and he touched her privately. “Please…” Colin
leaned over closer to her. “I have did get you have sex with you, did I?
You did come here as a whore, right?” Kassie
shook her head. “It was a lie. I never would have.” Colin
tried to kiss her, but she turned away. Frustrated, he used one hand to
hold her head straight, and brought the second up and caressed her
breasts. “Nice…” “Stop…”
Kassie pleaded, her head racing. She was panicking, and she felt sick.
“Don’t do this…” He
kissed her held head, and brought his second hands down to touch her.
“I’ll do what I want.” With that, he pulled down her skirt and
brought his hands down. “No…”
she moaned, sickened. She
closed her eyes, and tried to think happy thoughts. As he brought himself
into her, she only wanted it to end… Tom Residence Patrick
Donavon was getting ready for bed. He had roved his pants and shirt, and
crawled under the sheets in the second bed in the room. He
had just gotten off the phone with what sounded like a very tired police
officer. Patrick told him that he wanted to pursue Kassie’s case to
Pleasance. The officer told him that there weren’t any available
officers, but that he shouldn’t do it. “It’s
too late at night” were his words, to be exact. Patrick
rolled over on his side. It had been so long since he had been with a
woman, and he missed her already. He
didn’t want to worry. It wasn’t like him to get very worried. But she
had been gone for so long, and God-knows how what trouble she could have
gotten into. But
he felt that there was something wrong. He could just feel it. In his
bones. The
Beach Hut Gillian
Evans broke into the Beach Hut in a storming rage. She jogged through the
restaurant area, and made her way to the front desk. She spotted Brooke
Wright, and made her way to her. “Brooke!”
Gillian called out. “I have been getting some upsetting crank calls from
here. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?” Brooke
turned to her, confused. “No. I don’t. Did you call the operator?” Gillian
nodded, looking at Brooke. She was the woman she had seen sleep with
Giovanni, and it made her sick just speaking with her. “Yes I called.
She said it was extension 666.” Brooke
nodded. “That’s a courtesy hall phone. They’re free, and anyone on
that level can use it.” “I
work here,” Gillian reminded her, “so I know what a courtesy phone is.
What floor?” Brooke
consulted a sheet behind the counter. “Let’s see… Ah, yes… Second
level.” Without
so much as a thank you, Gillian plowed her way to the elevator. Gloria
and James Benton had both gotten up from their tables outside and had made
their way back inside. The sun has long set, and they were each feeling a
little sleepy. “Remember
where Rachel went?” James asked groggily. Gloria
rubbed her eyes. “I think she went to check out the church, and to see
her uncle. Yes. I remember her saying that.” As
James pressed the ‘UP’ arrow for the elevator, the doors slid open.
They both stepped in and—before it closed—Gillian squeezed inside. Gillian
eyed the guests. “Where are you two from?” “Great
Cape,” Gloria responded happily. “I’m
the service manage here,” Gillian continued. “How was your meal?” “It
was very good,” Gloria continued. “I especially liked the banana
daiquiris. Very tasty.” James
wedged his way into the conversation. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help but
see you speak with that Brooke woman. Do you normal treat your employees
that way?” Gillian
shifted uncomfortably. “I’d rather not speak about it.” Second
floor As
soon as the man got off the phone with Iris, he turned to his prisoner and
grabbed her. He dragged her to a chair and began tying her down. “Don’t
ever go calling people like that!” he instructed. His voice wasn’t
young; it was aged, possibly putting him in his late forties or early
fifties. KING
ESTATE Constance’s
Room Constance
King stormed into her room. She stopped at her bad, picked up a pillow,
and desperately tried to rip it to shreds. She was so frustrated with
Julian King at that moment! “Mom?”
came Adam King’s voice in the doorway. “You okay?” He had followed
his fuming mother after she walked out on his father during dinner. “You
seem frustrated.” “I
am,” she confirmed, sighing as she sat down on her bed. “Were you
listening to your father tonight?” Adam
nodded. “It was pretty bad.” “How
could that man, in his right mind, decide to fire a very competent man
from his job just for his own son?” Constance asked. “And it had all
to do with the fact he was black. I know it.” Adam
shrugged. “Dad has always been sort of racist. You’ve known that.” “I
know,” Constance muttered. “It’s just such a horrible trait.” She
looked over to her son. “I am so glad you didn’t pick that one up.” Adam
smiled. “I seem to be more like you than anyone else in this family. I
guess it’s just luck.” “Unlike
your sister and older brother,” Constance deduced, placing the pillow
back on her bed. “They are like him in spades.” Adam
paused for a moment. “Why do you stay with him?” Constance
looked over to her son. “What?” “Don’t
get me wrong,” Adam defended. “I’m glad you two are together. It
just seems as thought you’re never happy when he’s around. Many women
in your situation would be out very quickly.” Constance
took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t say anything to you…” Adam
paused again. “What do you mean?” “Your
father wasn’t always like this,” Constance started. “Well, not in my
young eyes. He seemed different. He was much more sophisticated and
refined. Different than all the other men I knew. But it died so
quickly.” “That’s
awful,” Adam sympathized. Constance
nodded. “There are other things I’d rather not bring up. Other reasons
why I need to stay with your father.” “Why?” Constance
looked at her son. “Sweetheart. I want you to know that what I did while
married isn’t how I am today. I was very frustrated back then. I may
have acted foolishly.” “What
did you do?” Constance
looked at him. “And I’m only telling you this because I know you would
never tell anyone else. Am I right?” Adam
nodded. “I
was in love with another man while I was married,” she confessed, “and
your father knew.” Dining
Room “And
I really getting the job as chief of staff at Presence Memorial?” John
King asked his father, Julian. “So I don’t need to run for a second
term?” John
nodded. “Exactly. The job is open for the taking.” “Well,
as I said, I accept,” John gushed. “When do I start?” John
teetered his hand back and forth. “That’s a little stretchy. And
it’s also getting late. I’ll give you some more details tomorrow.” Before
leaving, John looked around. “Where did that kid, Mitchel, go to? He’s
been out all day.” Julian
shrugged. “Probably falling right into the trap I’ve set for him,”
he grinned. “That kid may be disobedient now, but he won’t be for
long. I guarantee it. He’ll beg to be good.” John
smiled. “Are you going to let me in on this one?” Julian
smiled back. “You might remember the trick. Remember when you were
sixteen? And you refused to go to Princeton Academy? Remember what
happened?” John
thought about it, and his face fell. “That was horrible! All I wanted to
do was stay at the mansion. Man… You’re going to pull that one
again?” Julian
nodded. Just
then, the mansion door opened up, and Mitchel came inside… The
Beach Hut “Careful…
Easy…” Gloria
Benton was instructing her husband as they entered the Beach Hut. James
Benton was performing a dangerous balancing act with their baggage. “Listen,”
James grunted, hoping to the front desk, “I am able to do this.” “Couldn’t
I at least carry my own bags?” Gloria asked. “You know, you have to
have an unbroken back in order to renew our vows.” James
scampered up to the front desk, and the bags tumbled down. “Okay. I made
it.” “Good,”
Gloria laughed, picking her bags from the lot. “You did make the
reservations, right?” “Of
course!” James exclaimed. He eyed the desk, with a rack of keys behind
it. “I wonder where the service is?” He dinged the bell. Within
seconds, a dark-haired woman came through the restaurant section of the
Beach Hut. “Sorry about the wait,” she said, wiping her clothes.
“I’m Brooke. I’ll be working double today. We seem to be
understaffed.” James
nodded. “No problem. We don’t have any plans till tomorrow,
anyways.” He paused. “We’re the Bentons.” Brooke
rummaged through the guest book. “I see… Oh. A Ms. Wright signed in
before you. It’s shown that you registered together. She must be up in
her room right now. Friends?” Gloria
punched James amicably. “See? I told you to take the shuttle bus.
Rachel did, and she got here before us!” Brooke
came out from behind the desk. “Hey! Trey! Get over here!” A
youthful man came over wearing a Beach Hut uniform. “What?” “Bring
these people’s bag to their room. Number 211.” He
nodded, and readied the bags for the cart. Brooke
turned to James and Gloria. “Do you have any plans for the evening?” James
shook his head. “Nothing till tomorrow.” “Then
I suggest you eat in the restaurant,” Brooke suggested. “The cook is
preparing the most delicious salmon recipes. It’s the cheapest in the
country, since it’s fished just north of us.” “We
have already scheduled a meal with Rachel tonight,” Gloria stated
softly. “She should be down any minute from now.” “I’ll
show you to a table,” Brooke said pleasantly. “It’s right over
here.” She began to walk, and the Great Cape couple followed right
behind. Second
Level – Hotel Rooms “Son
of—” Rachel groaned, dragging her backs into the hall. Her dark, brown
hair was in ever which direction, and she bared her teeth trying to lift a
certain bag. “This
was much easier without someone inside me,” Rachel continued to speak to
herself. She paused, and checked the numbers on the doors. She was
supposed to be in room 213. No
matter was a hassle it was, she wouldn’t trade being pregnant for the
world. She
looked down at her bags, and remembered what she had brought. She had some
baby clothes—just in case—along with a selection of dresses. She hopes
they still fit. “Help
me!” Rachel
stopped. She looked around the hall, trying to find out where the voice
was coming from. “Help!” Rachel
dropped her bags, and took a brisk jog down the hallway. “Where are
you?” She turned a corner, and saw a woman on the phone in the hallway. Just
then, Rachel heard rushed footsteps behind her. Before she could turn
around, she was pushed down to the ground. “What
the hell—?” Rachel wheezed, lifting herself up. “Who do you think
you are?” But
not getting an answer, she observed the man grabbed the panicked woman.
Rachel watch helplessly as the man dragged the screaming woman into a
hotel room. St. Peter’s Catholic Church “Father?”
came Rachel Wright’s voice. “Are you here?” Within
seconds, Father McMurdy emerged from his rectory. “It’s late. What
brings you by at such an hour? What troubles you?” Rachel
brought herself to him. “I have this couple of mine: Gloria and James.
They’d like to renew their vows here. Tomorrow. Is it possible?” The
priest smiled. “I sense great love between those two people. A strong
bond.” Rachel rolled her eyes, and Father McMurdy ignored it. “We do
have plenty of room tomorrow. In fact, sadly, there was a cancelled
wedding that was supposed to take place. They can come by tomorrow
afternoon.” Rachel
smiled. “Thank you.” Father
McMurdy observed Rachel. “My, I see you’re pretty much at term. Is it
safe to presume that the baby’s father will be attending this
ceremony?” Rachel
smiled. “Of course.” Consuelos Residence “What
is it?” Mateo Consuelos demanded, bring pulled to the side of his house
by Brianna Huber. “You found something so quickly?” Brianna
nodded. “As you know, Skye has been much weaker these days. That could
be a side effect of the pregnancy. But besides that, we have no other
means to getting rid of her, right?” Mateo
nodded, but added, “I’m so tired of having to talk outside of my
house. It’s like some crazy science fiction movie.” “This
is no movie,” Brianna revealed, “but I can make sure this will be a
happy ending.” “How?” Brianna
took out the sheet she had printed off the Internet. “Remember
‘Imediatos Placeres Servicios?’ Skye screamed it out in a flashback.
Well, I searched that up on the net, and I came across this site.” Mateo
examined the sheet. “I know a bit of Spanish… ‘Turistas’ is
tourists, and ‘mentenimiento’ would be servicing. And that word,
‘sexo’ is pretty self-explanatory. It means sex.” “So
this place, at the address below, is a place where people sexually service
tourists?” Mateo
nodded. “That’s pretty much it.” Brianna
turned the sheet to herself. “What this thing at the bottom. It’s an
address?” “Yep,”
Mateo confirmed. “It’s obviously a location in Mexico somewhere. Some
state and city. This crazy. How does this help us?” Brianna
shrugged. “Maybe if we think about this… Why would something she said
in a flashback lead us here? She was speaking in Spanish, obviously. Maybe
she used to work there. That’s a start.” “I
don’t know…” Mateo sighed. “She could have worked anywhere.
Who’s to say this is even correct information? Okay… It’s possible
that somehow she lived in Mexico, and then maybe she went for a boat ride,
it capsized, and she ended up floating to the shore here.” “Very
possible,” Brianna said, smiling. “It’s a start. We just need
to—” The sound of a shattering plate broke their thoughts. They both
rushed back into the house and slid into the kitchen. “Good
God…” Mateo gasped. It
looked as if Skye was being beaten around. By herself, she thrashed from
left to right. Brianna covered her mouth as a dish on the table shattered
on its own. “What
was that?” Brianna quivered, grabbing Mateo arm. The light bulb in the
kitchen suddenly burst, sending sparks everywhere. Brianna screamed,
covering her head. Mateo
looked back up. “It’s as if something it trying to destroy her,” he
observed. “There is a tug-of-war going on inside her, it looks. Maybe
the baby isn’t all bad.” Just
them, more sparks flew and landed on Skye. Brianna
let out a terrible scream as Skye’s arm—and body—slowly began to
catch on fire… KING
ESTATE Dining
Room “Well,
well, well. Look who decided to finally come home.” Julian approached
Mitchel, who obviously didn’t care about what he had to say. “What did
you do?” Mitchel
took his coat off, fumed. “I would have gone through the back,
but someone seems to have changed the locks.” Julian
shrugged. “Sorry about that. My mistake.” He paused. “Where were
you?” Mitchel
paused as well. “Nothing. Just walked.” Nodding,
Julian turned away and rolled his eyes to John. “Very well. Henderson
has made your bed. You should go to sleep.” Walking
across the living room to the west wing hallway, Mitchel looked back. He
had figured that Julian would have been much more cross with him. Maybe
he wasn’t the stuff old coot he had thought. Well,
maybe still a coot. “Have
a good evening,” Julian called out. The patriarch waited till
Mitchel’s footsteps were out of hearing range. “It’s set.” John
smiled. “It certainly is.” West
wing Mitchel
walked down the hallway, flashing back to what had happened that
evening… Walking back down the street, he met up once again with Pamela. She was equally happy to see him, and all they did was hang out a bit. As
the evening wore on, she had made it essential to tell to meet her again
tomorrow. That she had something special. “I
guess with grandpa’s change of attitude, it will be easier getting away
than I thought.” He entered his own room, and saw that his bed was
indeed made. It
would be an interesting tomorrow. Constance’s
room “What?”
Adam asked, as if he was punched in the stomach. “You were in love with
another man?” Constance
turned her head away. “It sounds bad, I know, but bear with me. Your
father knows. He hasn’t been kept in the dark. I went out in secret, but
he eventually found out.” Adam
shook his head. “I don’t believe this. When was this?” Constance
shrugged. “Maybe five years ago.” “Who
was this man?” Adam asked angrily. “How could he take advantage of you
in such a way? What’s his name? Does he live in town?” “Stop,
Adam!” Constance demanded. “I didn’t tell you so you could get all
riled up. I trusted you to keep this to yourself. The man’s out of my
life forever. You can be sure of that.” “And
dad knows?” “Yes.
He does.” Adam
nodded, unsure. “Very well… Goodnight then. Have a good evening.” “Thanks,”
Constance responded, getting up. “Just please keep this to yourself.” Adam
nodded. “You can count on me.” “Very
good.” Adam
turned to leave. “Have
a good night,” she finished off. Pleasance,
Calif. Colin
zipped himself up, getting up off Kassie. He seemed content, and he winked
at her as he exited the room. Kassie
still had her eyes closed. She had tried to desperately think of happy
thoughts; thoughts that would make her believe what had happened hadn’t
happened. She
was raped. She
always heard stories on the news. How the victims were always traumatized
by their experiences. Kassie never thought it could have been as horrible
as they described it. No
words or thoughts could describe how awful it felt to have a strange man
inside of her. Slobbering on her. Coming inside her. The sickening,
disgusting sound of urge in their swine-breaths. Closing
her legs, she shifted to her side, and looked up to the crib containing
Noah. All she wanted was for him to be safe, and for her life to move on.
None of this needed to happen. She could still smell him on her. All
she could think of right them was Patrick. She knew he was going to search
for her. He was going to find her. He had to. And
when he did, she wasn’t going to let him go. Right
then, Noah began to cry. He had always been so good a crying, and Kassie
could tell that all he wanted to do was please her. But he must be hungry. She
had nothing for her. “Don’t
cry…” Kassie said, looking up to him. “You need to stay strong,
little guy. For me.” The
crying subsided, but it was replaced. With
hers. Tom
Residence There
was definitely something wrong. And
Patrick knew that sleeping that night wouldn’t help get Kassie out of
whatever situation she had gotten herself into. “I
need to find her,” he said, getting up in the bed. Screw what the police
officer had told him. He was going to find her, even if it took him all
night. “And
I will,” he vowed, stepping out of bed. He looked out the window of the
room, and his eyes his the full moon and darkened sky. He
got dressed quickly, and made his way out the bedroom room. Walking down
the stairs, he was filled with excitement and worry. He
was on the case. Presence
Memorial Hospital Darla’s
Tom’s room was dark. The hospital seemed eerily still at night, and not
a sound could be heard. The occasional footsteps of nurses and doctors
walking down the halls greeted her sleeping ears, and maybe a light
humming sound. Darla
was asleep. Not deeply, but she was out. It had been a trying day, and she
needed all the rest she could get that night. Oddly,
the door to her room opened. Only a crack, but then it widened. And
opened. A
man stepped inside, and quietly crept up to her bed. She didn’t notice
him coming, as she was sleeping. “Darla…”
came the voice, whispering. “I can’t stay long, but I need to make
something very clear to you. No one will take James away as my son.” He
was, of course, referring to Noah. “Do you hear me? He’s my son.” Not
replying, Darla got the message in her mind. It was mixed up in her
subconscious, feeling its way through different channels of memory. It
was Robert. He
then got up quickly, and made his way back to the door. He peeked his head
out, and after looking both ways, he exited. Beach
Hut Gillian
stood in the hall as both Gloria and James entered their rooms. She needed
time to think. She knew there was a courtesy phone once she turned right
down the hall. What room could it have come from? Nonetheless,
she made her way down the hall, and eventually to the phone. She looked at
it carefully, but was still puzzled— Clang! Gillian
turned as she heard the noise come from the room across the hall from the
phone. It didn’t sound like a “clang” that should be in a hotel. “I
guess I can check it out,” Gillian said, justifying knocking on the
door. “I want to make sure they’re alright of course.” She
knocked. No
answer. Before
she could knock again, she heard footsteps. Thinking they could be
Iris’, Gillian turned away and pretended to open the neighbouring door.
She took occasional glances, and it was indeed Iris. As the door opened,
Gillian lunged at her and they both tumbled into the room. “Oof!”
Iris gasped, landing on her side. “Who do you think you—You! What are
you doing here?” Gillian
got off her and stood up. “I’m investigating; what else?” Iris
came right up to her, and slapped her. “You shouldn’t have come here!
You’re ruining everything!” Gillian
shook her head and turned to see who was in the room. (The man was
hidden.) She a woman tied to a chair. “Who is this?” “Don’t
go over to her!” Iris demanded. Gillian
disobeyed, of course, and went up to the chair. She walked around it and
was greeted by— —Iris? Gillian
looked to the door, and then to the woman tied to the chair. They
were identical. Unknown
Location, Anywhere in the World The
young woman released the picture of her mother and sister. She was
preparing for another short night, and longer day. Before
she could close her eyes, the sound of glass shattering could be heard.
She popped up from her bed in start, and held the tattered sheet up to her
chin. Several
men broke into her room. One came up to her and grabbed her. She was
dragged away as other men slowly brought flame to the walls of her home. The
pictures, her life… everything was slowly eaten by the flame… Huber
Residence Ian
Huber bounced out of his bed as soon as he heard the scream, and there was
no mistaking it. It was definitely his wife’s. Getting
dressed quickly, he left the room in a rush. Consuelos
Residence “Oh
God… She’s burning!” Brianna was panicking. She didn’t care much
more the woman, but she knew that it was the demons that needed to be
punished. And
not the baby. Mateo
watched as Skye’s arms were licked with orange flames. “Maybe
the demons knew that the baby was good,” Mateo deduced. “Maybe
destroying the baby before it was born would be to their benefit.” Brianna
was panicked, but puzzled. “Wait… Didn’t you tell me earlier that
Father McMurdy thought the baby would be something horrible?” Mateo
nodded. “I’m just guessing… Maybe it has a little to do with
both.” As
the flames ate their way to her body, Brianna could help but turn away.
She didn’t want to see someone burn. Within
minutes, Ian came bouncing through the open door and rushed to the
kitchen. “What’s going on? I heard screams. I—” He saw Skye. “My
God! What happened?” “Bulb…
Explode… Sparks… Fire… Spread!” Brianna didn’t speak in
sentences as much as she did with keywords. Ian
obviously got the gist of it. He reached across the kitchen and grabbed
the fire extinguisher. He sprayed her body with the white foam, and the
fires fizzled away by the time there was only air. Ian got down to his
knees, and checked her pulse. “She’s alive… But barely…” Brianna
then turned to Mateo. “You know what’s odd?” “What?”
Mateo asked, knowing very well many things there were odd at that
moment. “Skye,
when I first spoke to her from returning to the world of the living, said
to keep my husband available to her whenever she needed.” Mateo
nodded. “And now she needs him.” “Could
she have known that problems would occur?” Brianna asked. “Maybe she
knew that her health would be in danger.” Mateo
nodded again. “That’s true. Strange.” “You
know what’s stranger?” Brianna asked, turning back to the still body
of Skye on the floor. “What?” “She’s
smiling.” St. Peter’s Catholic Church Before
Rachel left, she turned back to Father McMurdy. “One more thing.” “What
is that?” “It’s
a little favour,” she continued. The
priest seemed hesitant. “Very well…” Rachel
took a breath. “This may sound strange, but can you call me your niece,
and I can call you my uncle?” Father
McMurdy was silent. “It
seems strange, but it makes me more comfortable.” The
priest shook his head. “I sense many lies in you, young woman. I will
not participate in your web of deceit. Whatever story you’ve made, I
will not take part.” Rachel
nodded. “Very well…” She turned to leave, slightly disappointed. She
didn’t get everything she wanted to do done, but everything was okay. She
smiled as she remembered the old man asking if the father was attending.
“No d’uh! James is the father.” Beach
Hut Gloria/James
Room Both
James and Gloria had gotten settled into their rooms—and their bed. It
was large, and there was plenty of space for two. “I
wonder what that was all about?” Gloria asked. “It sounds as if two
people fell down in the room beside us.” James
shrugged. “I’m just glad that the person who was standing at our
door—trying to get in—is gone. It didn’t even sound as if they had a
key.” Gloria
looked over to James, and kissed him on the cheek. “This was a very good
idea. Quirks and all.” “It
was your own,” James cleared up. “I was only following orders.” Gloria
kissed him again, but then stopped. “I wonder how Josh is doing. We just
left him alone. I’m so glad both Pearl and Hugo agreed to let him stay
at their house.” “Why
wouldn’t they?” James asked, eager to get another kiss. “We’ve
been friends with them for years.” Gloria
nodded. “You’re right. They’re our friends. They have been for
years. If there are two people—besides family—that I trust completely
in this world it’s them. They have never kept anything from us.” James
nodded nervously. He hopes she never found out that Hugo knows his secret
concerning Rachel. Next
door In
the neighbouring room, Gillian backed away from the tied up woman and
looked up at Iris. “What is going on here?” The
muffled woman screams out, but the gag prevents her voice from carrying. Gillian
looked up at Iris. “Who is she?” Without warning, a man grabbed her
from behind and pushed her back out into the hall. Gillian turned back
around to see Iris greeting her. “Who is she? She looks just like
you! What’s going on?” Iris
put a look of seriousness on her face. “Look. Whatever you’re
thinking, I’m Iris. That woman sitting in that chair has been trying to
impersonate me.” Gillian
was confused. “You’ve been acting so strangely lately.” “I
just found out today, and I managed to switch places. Just go home! And
don’t tell Adam or anyone. Just wait. I have a plan. Don’t ruin it
anymore.”
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