The Manhattan Clan landed near an abandoned art building no later than ten minutes after Elisa called Goliath. Everyone was present except for Hudson and Bronx, whom were guarding the castle.

"You guys sure got here fast," Elisa greeted as they landed.

"If there's another gargoyle inside we must get to them immediately," Goliath said quickly.

"Just be careful, alright? This place is pretty busted, nothing but old rotten floorboards ready to break at any moment," Elisa stated. "I should know--I found out the hard way."

"We shall be as careful as possible," the lavender male replied as he entered the building with his clan behind him.

"Look!" Lexington pointed to a figure on the second floor. It was near the railings and looking down upon the clan. Once spotted, the creature scampered into the next room.

"Wait!" Goliath called after the unknown gargoyle as he and the clan ran after it.

A scream was heard from the creature as the gargoyles watched in horror as it fell through a weak spot in the floorboards. Holding on to the edge for dear life, the frightened figure screamed again. A strong pair of claws reached down and grabbed the mysterious stranger pulling her out of the hole and standing her on her feet. The scared figure looked at her rescuer as Goliath stared back at her.

And he wasn't the only one staring. The entire clan was observing their potentially newest member. She was clad in tattered clothing that consisted of jeans and a black shirt. The jeans that she wore were torn and her ragged shirt barely covered her stomach. Her hair was messy and frazzled and several bruises and dirt stains covered her skin. As Elisa described, she possessed long flowing black hair and tan skin.

"Are you alright?" Angela asked with concern.

Shaking, the scared being noticed the other gargoyles surrounding and staring her down. Fear had a grip on her throat, preventing her from talking, as she began to stumble backwards, further and further until……..

Another scream was heard by the befuddled female as she fell back into the hole from which Goliath just saved her. Once again, holding on to the edge she cried out in terror. Sighing, Goliath reached down and pulled her from it…again.

"Woah, easy there," Brooklyn cautioned.

"Please, do not be frightened, we mean you no har--", but the gargress was halfway across the room before Goliath could finish his sentence. Cowering, in front of some boxes she began trembling as the gargoyles re-approached her. She backed up and squealed as she toppled over a few crates and landed on her back.

"Are you okay?" Brooklyn said, extending his talons to help her up.

The female crawled away from him to a nearby corner. Pressing up against the wall, the scared gargoyle brought her knees to her chest.

Slowly, Brooklyn neared the female. "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you," he comforted.

"Yeah, we're here to help," Lexington chimed in.

"No one can help me," the scared female cried. "Look at me!"

"What's wrong with the way you look?" Lexington questioned. "You're a gargoyle."

"I'm a human!" she whimpered.

Various gasps were heard throughout the clan.

"Human?" Goliath pondered.

"I'm not supposed to be like this!" the gargress broke down and began sobbing violently as she rested her head on her knees. She covered her face with her arms and clenched her hair in her talons.

Elisa's voice crackled in through the communicator.

"Well, did you find'em?"

"Yes," Goliath sighed. "But we have a problem."

"Well you're gonna have to solve it at the castle. Apparently, I'm not the only one who's spotted a gargoyle around here. Cops and a whole bunch of reporters are headed your way."

"We must move quickly!" Goliath alerted.

He turned his attention to depressed female. "I believe it would be best if you were to come with us."

"But how will I--?" asked Katrina but her sentence was cut short.

"Brooklyn, take her with you," the lavender male interrupted.

The female watched in amazement as Goliath neared a window, extended his wings and flew out into the night. He was followed by Angela, Broadway and Lexington.

Katrina stared up at the remaining gargoyle with fear as an alarming realization came to mind. He was going to jump out that window and he was going to take her with him.

"You're not gonna—you're not gonna--" Katrina stammered as she pointed at the window and began flailing her arms.

"No! Not me! No—I can't—oh no no no no--," her mind reeled as she searched for the right words to express her fear.

"Relax. I won't hurt you," Brooklyn soothed.

"I don't trust anyone anymore!" Katrina cried.

"We have to get out of here. The cops and reporters will be here any minute," Brooklyn said as he came closer.

Katrina said nothing as she gazed out the window. She could hear the sirens wailing into the night as the police neared the building.

"I know you're scared but you have to trust me," Brooklyn spoke calmly as he extended his hand to the female. "Please."

Katrina stared at him for a moment then reluctantly took his hand. Brooklyn quickly swept her off her feet and into his arms. He walked over to the window and as he reached the edge he stopped.

"Hold on tight," he instructed.

Katrina braced herself as she heard his wings expand and with one single leap he took off. Feeling the brush of the air from the night sky on her skin she looked down. And soon wished she hadn't. Gasping, she clung tighter to his neck and buried her head into his neck.

"Don't look down!" Brooklyn ordered noticing the sudden tightness of her grip. "And don't worry—I've got you."

Despite his reassurance Katrina still held on tight.

"Um, could you loosen up your grip a little?" Brooklyn barely squeaked out due to the pressure around his throat.

The female eased her grasp but kept her head buried into his neck. Which he was starting to enjoy. It had been a long while since a female gargoyle had been this close to him. Too long.