The elevator opened and revealed Betty and Henry. Henry's face showed desperation while Betty showed pure annoyance. "Betty…" Henry whined.

Betty quickly stomped out of the elevator. Henry walked out right behind her, nearly knocking over several toothpick models.

She stopped turned around and gave him a stern look. "Look Henry, I know what I promised you! But, after I broke his window, I'd feel so guilty if I just… stopped." She rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I will keep the socializing at a minimum though, okay?" He agreed by nodding his head and kissing right above her glasses. She smiled.

"Hey Betty!" it was Amanda. After hearing this Betty walked away from Henry and went up to the ditzy receptionist. "You're papi called." She was holding a Post-it note that had apparently been crumpled up.

"Really? I just saw him about an hour ago." She took the note from Amanda. It said:

Dear Betty,

Don't worry about me; your family is taking great care of me. I am fine. I will find a way back to New York in time.

Betty got a very upset look on her face. "Thanks," she said sarcastically.

"You're welcome!" Amanda's faced beamed as if she had truly accomplished something important. Before Betty could reply though someone caught her eye.

"Christina!" Betty raced towards the woman. Her blonde hair was in a mess, and her clothes were somewhat tattered. "What happened?"

"Living with Wilhelmina is the worst thing I've ever had to do!" she answered abruptly.

"Worst than carrying her child?"

Christina thought for a moment, "Okay, second worst. She makes me stay in bed all day and only eat foods that are good for the baby." She sighed, "for the baby, Christiana," she mocked. "God, can't that woman even remember my own damned name? Well, I have to get to work, that hundred thousand dollars won't pay for rent. And you know how difficult it is to get an apartment in this city." She walked off before Betty could even say anything.

Then, causing Betty to jump, there was a tap at her shoulder. She turned around. Behind her was a young girl, quite tall though, maybe her height? The girl had long, somewhat wavy hair, that appeared an almost black-brown color. She was wearing jeans that appeared too big, and a tank top that was too small. "Hello?" the girl asked, "do you work here?"

"Oh right, I'm Betty." Betty extended her arm out, but only received a shake that was about half a second long. "Okay…"

"Umm, I was wondering, if you could help me contact my dad? I believe he works here."

"No problem, what's your name?"

The girl thought for a moment, "Marie, Marie Tilly"

"Hmm, I don't think that anyone by the name Tilly works here."

"I know!" The girl then got quiet, she was surprised at how quickly she answered. "I-I, I mean, we have different last names."

"So what's his-" Betty stopped. Something had caught Marie's eye. Betty stood by her to figure out what she was looking at. Suddenly Marie pulled out an old tattered wallet, opened it, and pulled out a photograph. Betty adjusted her glasses. She saw a young woman, maybe Japanese or Chinese. She was hugging someone. Before she figured out who the man was in the fuzzy photograph she heard Marie say something quietly.

"Dad…"

"Oh my!"

"What?" Daniel walked right up to Betty and Marie to see what the fuss was about. Betty quickly snatched the photograph from Marie and pointed it to Daniel.

"Daniel…It's it's you!"