"Ariadne I'm back! I brought Chinese!" Morgan closes the door and puts her keys on the hook. The shower is running so she walks to the back of the apartment into the ridiculously orange bathroom.
"I heard you! How was the gym?" The smell of cherry blossoms overwhelms the room as Morgan wipes off the water on the mirror to wash her face. Golden bronze eyes and hair that is sometimes brown sometimes black, depending on the lighting, are slightly visible through dewdrops.
"Fine. Crowded." Also visible, is a purple bruise that wraps around the left side of her face from temple to nose. It had been there for days now and it still hadn't healed completely. Sighing loudly, she angrily pumps soap into her hands and scrubs it onto her face.
"Go ahead and set the table I'll be there in a sec." Morgan leaves the bathroom and closes the door in hopes that the food doesn't end up tasting like a cherry blossom. Morgan had been living with Ariadne for almost six months now. Morgan needed someone to take care of her when she was too injured to do it herself, and Ariadne needed someone to protect her from the people who were after her because of her job. It was a perfect match. As Morgan set the blue and white plates on the small beat up table, what sounds like a window breaking echoes through the apartment. Worried that Ariadne has fallen and hurt herself, Morgan calls her name and walks back to the bathroom.
"Ariadne? Are you okay?" Her hand reaches out to turn the doorknob when a man rushes her from behind. Frustrated that someone has caught her off guard, she kicks him in the groin and lays an elbow into his nose. He falls to the floor and Morgan frantically searches for Ariadne. The bathroom, empty. Ariadne is in her room dressing. "What the hell?"
"Come on we have to go! Now! There's men in the apartment." Her eyes widen but she doesn't question her. Morgan grabs her hand and leads her out the door. Three other men try and stop the girls but Morgan takes them down with only a bloody lip to show for it. Thinking there will be backup on the way, they grab their bags and make a run for it.
"We should get a hotel room under an alias. It's not safe to call or contact anyone yet. We need to lay low at least for the rest of the night." Ariadne is pulled along as they wander the streets of France.
"Why did they do that Mo? What did they want?" It is audible in Ariadne's voice that she's on the verge of crying. Morgan knew about Ariadne's past. She knew about the dreams and the jobs. She had fought off the men in the streets that had tried to grab Ariadne on previous nights. She listened to Ariadne crying in her sleep every time she had a nightmare.
Not wanting to scare Ariadne by telling her they probably wanted her for ransom or leverage, she simply replied, "I don't know Ar, I don't know."
After a good hour of wandering the streets, they check into a hotel that has a fair amount of traffic so as to lay low. Morgan makes sure Ariadne is fine and sighs into an armchair by the door. She had decided on the way over she would stay up in case someone had followed them here. Grabbing a cup of coffee and a magazine, Morgan only reads a few pages when she hears the soft breathing sound of Ariadne sleeping.