Author's Note: You never know what you can find in a phone book. Lol More to come.

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Chapter Three

The trip to Vegas was anything but comfortable. Stuck between a guy that snored when he slept, occasionally his head fell onto her shoulder and after the fifth time waking him up, she gave up. And next to her was a young kid who got motion sickness. Luckily for Freya the poor kid didn't throw up all over her. The short ride through turbulence was tolerable for the most part. Nyla sat behind her, she was the lucky one. She had an empty seat next to her.

Freya was happy when the trip was over and her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Two days gone by since she discovered who the mysterious man was from her dreams. There wasn't much thought put into their leaving, packed a few things and on their way they went. She left the short planning to Nyla..the last time she does that.

Now they were in the Vegas airport waiting for their baggage to come through. Unprepared to say the least. They didn't really discuss how they were going to find him. Freya just knew that she had to get to Vegas and from there, she would figure it out.

Silly mistake.

Once they got their baggage they headed to the car rental place. The woman behind the counter was anything but helpful or pleased to help them.

"You needed to call ahead, Miss." She said, rolling her eyes as she stared at the computer monitor. She was rude. "I can't just give you a rental just because you want one.

Freya bit back her tongue and gritted her teeth. "Look..." She looked at the woman's tag for her name. "Tori. My mama is in the hospital and the doctors said it's only a matter of time..." She put the water works on display trying to make eye contact with the red head. "This news was so sudden that I wasn't thinking clearly, surely you can help me out just this once." Freya sniffled her plea. "I'd like to see her...before she dies..."

Tori finally made eye contact with her. The sadness was spread across the woman's face, tears were rolling down her cheeks. She felt guilt coursing through her veins. How could she deny this person when she understood what it felt to lose a parent.

She sighed softly, turning back to her computer and started to search. "I'll see what I can do." She told Freya. "Come back in twenty minutes and I should have something for you."

Freya smiled softly, wiping away her tears from her face. "Thank you so much. I greatly appreciate your kindness."

"Come on Freya, let's grab something to eat while we wait." Nyla was baffled, dumbfounded that Freya got her way.

Freya nodded and started to their way to the food court. When she was far enough a way from the car rental, her smile grew. "Do you think she believed me?" She asked.

"I think so, I think I almost believed you myself." Nyla said as the aroma of food hit her. "You are evil..."

Freya laughed. "She was rude. I had to think of something, she wasn't gonna give us a car..."

"Your mother would be rolling around in her grave..."

It was a bittersweet topic to talk about her mother, it was only the last few months before she passed that their relationship wasn't so strained. The truth was, Freya's 'lie' wasn't a lie, it happened five years ago.

"Strike me dead if you must. Time is wasting and not on our side. We need to find him."

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The airport food was pleasing to quiet the hunger in their bellies. Nyla excused herself for the restroom and Freya sat there and devoured her french fries. Greasy food and water down soda, didn't get any better than that.

She looked around watching as groups of people hurried to their gates, waiting for their luggage or just standing around as they waited for planes to land. It was obvious they were waiting for someone.

Freya sighed softly looking towards the bathroom. Nyla was nowhere to be seen. "What the heck, did she fall in?" She asked, standing to go throw her trash away.

"Freya!" Nyla called out to her as she quickly made her way cross the food court, carrying something underneath her arm. "I think I found him...or it could be one of them."

Freya rolled her eyes and shook her head as she met her friend half way. "Don't announce it. We don't need people thinking we're crazy stalkers.

Nyla chuckled slightly and handed her what she had with her. Her finger was stuck inside holding a spot and flipped it open for her to see. "Look."

Freya looked down, letting her eyes scan over the long list of names, addresses and phone numbers. "What is this?" She asked, not quite sure what to make of it. "Its a phone book..."

"Yes, a phone book." She said, leading the way back to their table and slid into the empty chair next to Freya. "A phone book with Bagans in it. There's at least five different Bagans in there."

Freya placed the book down on the table and looked it over until she found the last names. "What did you want me to do with these? Point my finger and pick by duck, duck goose?"

"No!" She exclaimed a little too loud, a few people turned and stared at them. She blushed and leaned her head closer to Freya. "We can use this as a guide, one of them has to be him."

"And how do you expect me to find out? They don't even have a first name initial next to them."

She shrugged. "We can go knocking on their door and pretend we need help or something. I don't know, I thought it was a good idea at the time."

"You told me time is of the essence and we didn't exactly plan this. What could it hurt? If none of them happens to be him, we'll find another way."

Freya looked at her friend. "You really think this could work?" The thought of the matter was she didn't of a way to find him, she was wordless on how to explain her situation and what she saw. It was another one of Nyla's silly gestures but what else could they do?

She sighs softly, seeing the hope in her friends blue eyes that she would take this matter into her hands. "Alright, we'll do this wild goose chase. If I make a fool of myself, I'm kicking your ass."

Nyla laughed and ripped the page out of the phone book and closed it quickly before anyone could see what she had done. "What's the worst that can happen?"

Freya glared at her and opened her mouth to say something when Nyla held her hand up and stopped. "Don't say it..."