McPhee was carefully inspecting where Larry had put all the artefacts when Larry came in.

"Ah, Mr Daly, if you would just stand out of my way while I look around, please" McPhee said over his shoulder.

Larry struggled not to punch him, but moved off to one side. He held his breath as McPhee made his way around the room.

After five excruciating minutes, McPhee nodded his head slowly.

"Well, it's not too bad Mr Daly, though you could've been a bit more careful with the Greek statues, especially the one of Hades."

McPhee pointed to a black marble statue of a man sitting cross legged on the floor, an evil smile playing about his features.

"That is one of the rarest statues in the world. If it gets damaged or broken in any way, then I will hold you responsible," said McPhee. Larry nodded, and McPhee turned at last to the open box on the workbench.

"You can have a break now, Mr Daly. I can finish up in here."

Larry panicked and went over to the workbench as well.

"Let me just finish this last box for you, sir. It won't take a minute," he said hesitatingly. But it was already too late.

McPhee had looked in the box and was now taking out all the contents. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

McPhee looked at Larry with an eyebrow raised.

"Mr Daly, would you mind moving away please?"

Larry left the room. As he walked down the corridor, he began wondering whether it had all been in his mind or not. He put his hands in his pocket and something screamed from inside.

When he pulled his hand out again, the girl was sitting in his palm rubbing her head. She smiled up at him.

"Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" she said and then fainted again.

Larry ran to the drinking fountain and carefully put the girl to the water, which didn't work because he just got her soaking wet.

She spluttered awake again and looked angrily up at Larry.

"I said I was thirsty but there was no need to drench me," she stood up in his palm and tried to shake herself dry, but it didn't really work.

"Do you have anything to eat?" she asked Larry from a puddle in the middle of his palm.

Larry watched her eating his sandwich in the middle of his desk. She was almost halfway through before she was full.

"How the hell can eat that much?" asked Larry as she wiped her mouth on her clothes, which by now were almost falling off her shoulders in a fit of rags. She shrugged.

"I was in that box for a very long time you know," she said simply, then looked around the room. "You don't happen to have any sort of material do you?"

"No I don't. Umm... look I don't want to be rude or anything, but who are you, and what are you?" Larry asked hesitatingly.

"Well, I'm a Borrower," she said, and continued whe she saw the look on his face. "Come on, haven't you ever wondered why little things keep disappearing, like paper clips and rubbers and socks. Well, Borrowers take them to use. You probably don't really get them around here, do you?"

Larry shook his head.

"Well, that's annoying. Not only have a been seen, but I can't even run to the safety of another Borrowers hole. Man, I didn't the world was so big. I only thought it was me and the old professor and pssibly a cow or too. This is realy huge. Where am I?"

"New York city."

"And where's that?" Larry looked at her like he had been hit over the head with a chicken.

"You seriously don't know where New York is?" She shook her head. "I'll get you a map later if you want."

"Thanks."

"You know you still haven't told me your name," Larry said. She hit her head with her hand.

"Sorry, I get distracted really quickly. Keely. Keely Aphria Clock. And you are?"

"Larry Daley. Not quite as interesting as your name, I'm sorry, but it does me fine."

Keely laughed.

"You think my name is interesting. Compared to everyone else, my name is as interesting as a kettle of fish." Larry shrugged.

"I don't know. Fish can be quite interesting." Keely laughed again.

"Why aren't you freaked out or anything?" she asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, usually when a human sees a Borrower, they go completely crazy and start jumping on chairs and tables and screaming and banging pots and pans. Your just sitting there," Keely explained.

Larry smiled to himself.

"Well, lets just say that I have some friends like you," he said like one so full of old wisdom. Keely narrowed her eyes.

"What do you mean 'friends like me'?" she asked. Larry smiled at her.

"Just wait and see."

So, yeah. After a million years, the next chapter is up! still not much happening, though you do know my OC's name. thanks for everyone who reviewed and added!