HELLO! It's ME! :D I love all of the compliments I've been getting, thank you all soooooo much! Anyways, chapter seven (I'm actually kinda excited!) So, in my much anticipated debate on whether to chose Texas or Florida (crickets sound pathetically in the background as I realize no one said anything despite my pathetic pleas for advice) I made an executive decision. So, drumroll please... (drumroll sounds quietly in the background and picks up sound in speed as the much-anticipated answer is unveiled) FLORIDA! YAAAY! Next stop in Nashville, Tennessee (thank you so much MG3!) I still need one more stop though, anywhere in the USA... any suggestions...? Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I... (sobs quietly) ... I don't own 39 clues... (begins to cry quietly) ... Or Two is Better Than One, or Falling For You, 1, 2, 3, Meteor Shower or Wicked. Huh, I don't own a lot...

Sinead woke up exhausted... but in a good way. The concert had been amazing, and she was thoughroughly impressed... and intrigued. Not that she was going to admit it though. Yet. The next morning she wore a tshirt that read "I LOVE VEGAS!" Not necessarily true (she loved... something else more than Vegas), but she liked the shirt; it was the only souvinier she bought. She walked to the airport and boarded it, sitting beside her roomate in the middle seat... and she felt her stomach sink. It was a small airplane, reserved for just their group, so she wasn't uncomfortable with the people. She was uncomfortable with the concept of flying. And now that she didn't have stress to distract, her mind had time to mull over all of the life-threatening scenarios. She knew it was stupid, but she had always been afraid of flying. Lindsay smiled at Jonah as he walked down the airplane aisle.

"Jonah! Sit with m- us!" It was obvious he didn't want to, though any other guy would have jumped at the oppurtunity, but still... He sat though. Lindsay tried to chat with him, not shutting up... Sinead's face paled as the engine started up, she gripped the armrests, her breath was shaky and forced. Jonah was trying to pay attention to Lindsay... but his attention strayed when he saw Sinead freaking out.

"Sinead?" he said, suddenly interrupting Lindsay. "You alright?" Sinead closed her eyes.

"Yeah," she whispered in a high, squeaky voice.

"Are you scared of flying?" Sinead shook her pale head, eyes closed tightly as the engine got louder.

"I'm afraid of crashing, not flying." He smiled empathetically.

"More people die per mile traveled in car than airplane," he pointed out in an effort to be helpful.

"Airplanes are faster than cars, of course there are less casualties. But planes are way more dangerous..." Her eyes shot open and looked around frantically. "I know how aerodynamics work and everything so I shouldn't be scared, but... I am." He smiled at Sinead much to the jealous Lindsay's dismay.

"I use to be afraid of airplanes, you know how my dad helped me get over it?"

"How?" Sinead asked through gritted teeth, desperate to get her mind onto anything else.

"He'd talk to me and get my mind off it; and then I'd take a sleeping pill and fall asleep, and voila, wake up allll better." She smiled.

"Oh? Then why aren't you fast asleep?"

"'Cause I figured out a new technique." Sinead looked towards, intrigued... in more ways than just interested in what he had to say.

"What?" He smiled and whispered in a low voice so Sinead could hear and Lindsay would be annoyed about how she couldn't hear.

"I'd get a pretty girl beside me and talk to her." Sinead's cheeks burned and she smiled. "But, since I can't get one of the many models falling over me on the plane on such short notice, you'll hafta do." She laughed and shoved him as much as the seat belt restraints would allow. Lindsay pouted miserably, upset at Sinead's pleasure.

"Uh, Jonah, what are we doing in Florida?" Lindsay asked, desperate to change the subject to anything else. Jonah shrugged.

"Well, we're going to get there late-ish, so the first day we're just going to stay in our hotels and that with jet lag is gonna make us stay up late... So day one we're gonna hang out and the rest is a surprise," he said. Sinead smiled at him cheerily.

"That sounds fun." He smiled confidently.

"You bet," he agreed. For the rest of the airplane ride, the two very, very, very distant "cousins" chatted while Lindsay pouted miserably as they ignored her, oblivious to her attempts to pipe in rudely at the most inconvient of moments. Sinead laughed yet again as their airplane ride neared the end.

"You know Jonah, you're not so bad." He shrugged.

"I know, thousands of tweens remind me everyday."

"Oh, very lucky, I don't got 'em," she scoffed.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'l remind you." Sinead didn't know if he was teasing or genuine... so she just smiled.

"...Thanks?"

"Of course. You know the greatest thing about me?" Okay, now Sinead knew he was teasing.

"What?" she pondered sarcastically.

"We're about to land and you forgot to be scared." Sinead looked out of her window, her long, auburn hair suffocating Lindsay slightly. She smiled with relief as she turned back around, having just realized that he was right.

"You're right!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. He smiled fondly.

"I know." As they landed they finally took off their seatbelts, relieved to get them off; Sinead and Jonah's hands brushed past one another, and both young adults blushed furiously and withdrew their hands immediately. It was amazing how awkward exchanges could be between young people... Still, Sinead was aware how much more her cheeks burned and how much faster her heart beat, even in that brief encounter... They landed in Florida, and went to their hotel where it was late; they didn't have time for much other than grabbing a quick dinner and getting back to their hotel rooms. No one was tired though, and stayed up, chatting with their roommates, who, in theory, they could all stand.

In theory.

In this case though, there seemed to be an exception to that theory, as it for Sinead. After not being able to stand Lindsay any longer, she stepped out onto the balcony with the souvinier keyboard she had bought... okay, two souviniers. But, Jonah had played the piano so prettily, and it was such a pretty song... She played the keyboard with her awkward, clumsy fingers, but she was still playing the tune to the song, despite that it was the simple version of it... She sang along the words.

"I don't know but, I think I may be,

Falling for you, dropping so quickly,

Maybe I should, keep this to myself,

Wait until I, I know you better,

I am trying, not to tell you,

But I want to,

I'm scared 'bout what you're saying,

So I'm hiding, what I'm feeling,

But I'm tired of, holding this inside my head,

I've been spending all my time just thinking 'bout you,

I don't know what to do; I think I'm falling for you-"

"You know, you actually have a really pretty voice," a voice said, interrupting her. Blushing, Sinead whipped her head in the direction; only to see Jonah grinning.

"Thanks," she said bashfully and lamely. Jonah smiled and reached out his hands across the small gap between their balconies.

"Here, hand it to me." It was close, but the small keyboard just managed to excahnge pocessions safely. He ran his fingers along it, though his moved much more quickly and with many more intricate, detailed keys.

"You're beautiful, more beautiful than the first day we met,
It's magical and I love you more each day with every breath
When I look at you, I can see forever in your eyes!
When I fell for you, you caught me like I was a falling star,
You know it's true, I wanna be with you no matter where you are,
I already knew, that we were always meant to be,
Oh, loving you is just like the air that I breath,
It comes to me so naturally, it's easier than 123."
He looked up; Sinead nodded.

"What do you know, your voice doesn't completely suck either." He laughed.

"Well, I was just going to say that you were right about your 'Inner Janus' or whatever, you're skilled." Sinead smiled a snide smirk.

"I'm not the only one," she stated.

"What do you mean?" Jonah asked.

"You seem to have all this Ekat-y smart stuff."

"What do you mean?" Jonah asked, befuddled and blushing.

"You were at the Atomic Museum the other day when I was looking for you, you seem to not hate the museums like everyone else, you were at the bookstore, and you like Shakespeare..." She shrugged. "I dunno, I guess there's just two sides to everyone." Jonah considered this.

"...Yeah, guess you're right." The two both sat on their balconies for a while, in silence, until Sinead broke it.

"Whew, it's uh, hot out here."

"We're in Florida," Jonah pointed out. Sinead laughed tentatively.

"Uh, yeah, right." Jonah smiled.

"Speaking of two sides, I think I see some of that Tomas intellect shining through..." Sinead laughed despite her burning cheeks.

"Oh, thanks. ...Busy day tomorrow?" Jonah nodded.

"Yep. But a surprise."

"Well then, I guess I should get to sleep."

"...Yeah, I should probably work on my song," Jonah mused.

"You're not finished that yet?" Sinead inquired. Jonah shrugged.

"Well, as far as my Dad knows... But, no, I need to make some changes."

"Oh, you shouldn't listen to me, your rap is fine, I guess... I didn't affect it, did I?" He shrugged.

"A bit, in a good way."

"...Oh," Sinead said simply. Jonah's cheeks burned.

"I mean, everyone, not just you-" he lied. Sinead cut him off with an awkward laugh.

"Good night Jonah."

"Night," he said simply and slightly mortified as Sinead stepped back into her room. Jonah ran his hand up his face and through the little hair he did have- smooth. He stood up when he realized he still had her keyboard; oh well, he'd give it back later.

'''''

Jonah stood in front of all of the eager university students and rubbed the dirt out of his eyes, exhausted. He had stayed up all night contemplating his song and putting the finishing touches on it, which he hadn't yet managed to do. Something just wasn't right, his inspiration just seemed to keep shifting, changing, becoming more wonderful than he thought was capable of it...

"Alright guys," he said, stifling a yawn. "Today we're going to the Monkey Jungle, then the Ziff Ballet Opera House, then we'll finish off today with the Bass Museum of Art. Tomorrow we're going to the Miami Metrozoo, then the Coconut Grove Library, then South Beach- which is supposed to be amazing. Then we'll finish off with a late night concert, which is supposed to be amazing." So, that was exactly what they did. The monkeys did little acts, which was hilarious, and despite that they were gross animals, they were still entertaining. It had next to no educational value, but that was what the library the next day was for; that was for fun. Nect, they went to Ziff Ballet Opera Hose; which, although was supposed to be entralling, it was boring; or, at least, part of it was. The first part, where they watched an opera, was dull; in Italian, and the majority of them weren't able to put two and two together and realize what they were saying. They also watched a Broadway portion though, where they saw Wicked. Sinead sat beside Jonah as she realized what they were watching.

"Wicked?" He grinned a "wicked" smile.

"Yep!"

"Isn't it kinda... girly?"

"You've seen it?"

"I read the book."

"Then shush, it's AMAZING songs." Sinead smiled.

"Alrighty then."

"Besides, it was this or Go Diego Go!" Sinead laughed.

"That could've been interesting..." Jonah raised his eye brows.

"Okaaay then..." Sinead blushed, smiling.

"Shut up," she said, shoving him gently. They proceeded to watch the show, and Jonah was right; it was marvelous. As the show finished they applauded and began to left- Sinead hummed a song to herself.

"What are you humming?" Jonah inquired, well aware it was a song from Wicked.

"'Popular'," Sinead admitted grudgingly. "What about you? What song's in your head?" Jonah smiled and didn't say anything. Sinead smiled. "Tell me!" she begged. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something important; but he proceeded to say something of the exact opposite value.

"D..."

"...Yes?"

"D-D-Dora, D-D-Dora, D-D-Dora, D-D-Dora, swiper no swiping, swiper no swiping! Oh man, Dora the Explorer!" Sinead laughed.

"That's not Diego's song."

"What is it then?" She shrugged, blushing.

"I don't know, but not that." So next they went to the Bass Museum of Art, where there was lovely classic art along with the absolute best in all art work; historical, from the Renaissance era, and modern. Some of the better exhibits were paintings from Maxim Kantor from the hallucinogenic sculptures of Liza Lou. As they finished touring the exhibits, Jonah stood in front of them all.

"Alright guys, they offer classes here; normally it's over a period of weeks, but I've organized a special class for us, they're going to give us a quick sculpting lesson then we'll get an oppurtunity to try it ourselves; alright?" Although most of these people were art majors, English was still considered an art, and and sterotypical as it was, they were almost all interested in arts. So, after recieving a mind-numbing lecture, they sculpted away. Some used a pottery wheel and just made pottery, some made sculptures; Sinead and Jonah were both some of those people. Sinead took a random piece of clay and attempted to make something that resembled modern art, a hideous thing that happened to share more similiarities with an amodea than... whatever she was attempting to construct. Jonah's, on the other hand, was beautiful; a miniature sculpture of one of the monkeys they had seen earlier in the day. Sinead scowled at it.

"Show off," she muttered. He smiled.

"It's okay, you're allowed to be jealous. I forgive you." She tried to keep her scowl but a smile managed to shine through.

"I'm going to get more clay for my... thing."

"Thing, I like that." She turned around, and Jonah took his hand and pressed it into the sculpture. She came back and frowned at it.

"... Why has a hand imprinted itself into my 'Thing'?" He smiled.

"I don't know." Rolling her eyes, Sinead took a piece of clay and flicked it onto his sculpture.

"Now it has a banana." He took a piece of clay and flicked it at her face; it splattered and got into her hair; he laughed.

"Now you're muddy," he giggled immaturely. Sinead took a single moment to consider what was happening; it was odd, before she avoided him like the plauge, but... she supposed it was just her insecurities. And although it was stupid and she knew better, since she had gotten over it, it seemed that she had been able to truly appreciate Jonah's company. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was actually rather fond of him now... But that moment was quickly over, and her thoughts were quickly overwhelmed by the drive to get revenge to cover him in clay. She took a fistful of clay a plunged her hand towards him; he grabbed her wrist.

"No!" she squealed, reaching with her stray hand to get more clay as Jonah tred to force her other hand back onto her own face. She got the stray fistful of clay and tried to get it towards Jonah but couldn't quite manage it. Wrestling over the fistfuls of clay for a bit, Sinead eventually gave in with a final squeal and just released pressure on her fists, splattering them both. Giggling slightly, they both gave up, wiping away the flecks of clay from their cheeks; the cheeks, of which, immediately turned maroon, when they saw that everyone was watching them. They both wiped away the clay from their burning cheeks and faces and hair, quieter now, hoping the crowd would loose focus of them, which they did momentarily. They all just ended up getting room service for dinner that evening and went back to their rooms where everyone fell asleep, exhausted. Jonah flopped down on his bad as he stepped into his room, Broderick followed him in.

"Good day?" Jonah smiled, nodded.

"Yeah, really good... How 'bout you, you're blackberry still working?"

"Haha," Broderick said fondly, ruffling his son's short hair. "You and Sinead still fighting?" Colour flushed to his cheeks recalling that days events but he just looked away and spoke as cooly as possible.

"Oh, nah, we're good."

"That's good. How's your song coming along?" He shrugged.

"Fine," he lied. "It's gonna be... different."

"Can I hear it?" Jonah smiled and shook his head.

"No, it'll ruin the surprise!" He grinned.

"Fine, what do you want for dinner?" Jonah considered it.

"...Somthing sweet. Ice cream." Broderick cocked his eyebrows patronizingly.

"Ice cream? For dinner?"

"Ice cream and french fries." Broderick shrugged.

"Okay, it's your funeral." He walked to his balcony.

"Where you going?" Broderick asked.

"Balcony."

"Try not to fall."

"Thanks, dad."

"And close the door, it's so humid; how can you stand it?" He shrugged.

"I dunno, worth it I guess." So, he went out onto his balcony and smiled at Sinead who was reading on the other one.

"Hey," she said.

"Nice PJ's," he scoffed. She smiled.

"Thank you, Tinkerbelle tonight."

"Nice, variety si the spice of life."

"I know, but there you are, in the same stupid leather jacket you wear all the time."

"Not the same one, you should still have the one leather jacket I gave you." Sinead considered this.

"You're right... I'll wear it once we get out of Florida."

"You should."

"I will but you gotta get some Tinkerbelle PJs." He laughed.

"...We'll see," he said, making no promises. "I've still got your keyboard," he said randomly, eager to change the topic.

"Where?"

"Inside."

"Oh, that's useful," she scoffed.

"I'll go get it-"

"Nah, I'm tired now. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Whenever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you just gotta play me something, like you promised." He smiled coyly.

"I promised?"

"Yes, you did." The coyness in his expression turned to fondness.

"Okay."

'''''

Jonah looked at his watch; the last straglers were running late that day. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting with Lindsay who had once again glued herself to Jonah.

"Hi Joannie," she purred. Jonah crinkled his nose... he hated being called Joannie, it was a girl's name, something Cora had used to call him... He shuddered slightly to himself at that chilling memory, but tried to breeze past it and think about something else... The last of the people came around, Sinead walked towards as well.

"Hey," she said breezily to Jonah. Jonah looked at her and opened his mouth to reply "hi" but something stopped him... That "something" happened to be her attire. She wore a pair of short jean shorts, flip flops and a low-cut and rather well-fitting camo tank top with slim spaghetti straps. Jonah couldn't help but think she looked very pretty, despite the scars that ran up and down her arms.

"Uh.."

"I said 'hey'."

"...Nice outfit." Sinead laughed.

"We're going to the beach, what did you expect me to wear? A turtle neck?" Lindsay frowned disapprovingly at her outfit, upsite at the reaction it got from Jonah... She had been wearing stuff like that the entire time, why didn't he care? Once they were out of earshot, Lindsay spoke to Sinead.

"What's with all the scars?" she asked, knowing that such disfiguring scars must be a touchy subject.

"Gun incident," she lied cooly. "But don't worry, I know how to use them a lot better now. Especially to defend myself, when I'm, say, annoyed. There'll never be another accident again... at least, not one that hurts me." Lindsay then proceeded to shut up and walk away. First, they went to the Miami Metrozoo, where they spent a fair amount of time. Two-hundred and ninty acres, there were plenty of not caged animals, kept detained by a clever array of moats. Although they walked around with a tour guide, no one paid much attention to her, attention more devoted to the effort of not getting eaten by the billy goats at the petting zoo. There were a number of exotic animals, white Bengal tigers, a Komodo dragon, rare koala bears, a number of kangaroos, and an African meerkat. It was kind of neat; though, Samburu Giraffe Feeding Station was the most popular. Tropical America was a close second though; the animals were so neat and foreign-ish. They put out their hands as they fed the giraffes vegetables, it tickled their palms slightly as their long, slimy tongues brushed by them. Sinead giggled a light, timid laugh; Jonah watched her, slightly... enticed. He didn't know why, but it wasn't just the outfit. Everything about her, just getting to know her better... She was suddenly endearing. After a few hours spent there, they went to the Coconut Grove Library, which was extremely dull, but necessary for them to get bonus marks in their course. They got a brief story on it's history before their professor spoke to them about English they would be learning in class and how it related to the regions they were in and where they had been on the trip. After that dull afternoon of that, they went to South Beach, which was positively AMAZING. Everyone did all the typical beach activities, sunbathing, swimming, walking on the beach and playing some random dorky beach games. Sinead splashed around in the water with some of the nicer students, she rolled her eyes at Jonah who was standing tentatively on the shore, allowing the heat to soak into his skin but not getting anything more than his toes wet. She smiled at one of the people she was swimming with, who happened to begin tossing around a ball in the water. She walked up in behind Jonah as he turned around so he was now facing his back to the ocean. She splashed him and quickly swam away. After he got over the initial icy-cold shock, he spun around quickly.

"WHO WAS THAT?" he yelled. The others, stifling grins at the image of the drenched, big-shot pop star, pointed at the amber shimmer in the water. Once she was well of out reach, Sinead popped above the water, gasping for air. Grinning wildly, she whipped her wet auburn hair- that now appeared to be the colour of burnt hazelnut due to the moisture- out of her stunning, sparkling eyes and waved.

"Me!" she yelled. He tried to make a frown but a grin shone through; he still didn't go in the water. As the evening progressed, everyone eventually worked their ways out of the icy-cold sea water and eventually into the boutiques, spas and other attractions around there. Everyone except Sinead; and Jonah never did go into the water. As the sun began to set over the Atlantic Ocean, a golden reflection was set over the seemingly endless waters which was beautiful in contrast to the array of hot colours in the sky. She swam around the ocean freely, oblivious of the time flying by, only aware of the cold ocean running over her skin. She came up, gasping for a breath of air, when she heard a familiar voice.

"You ever going to come out of the ocean?" She wiped the water out of her eyes.

"You ever gonna come into the water?" He shook his head.

"Nah, I can't." Sinead stepped out of the water, her wet hair hanging down her back. Jonah tried not to notice how well her bikini happened to look on her...

"Why not?" He shrugged.

"I gotta concert in a few hours, gotta look perfect."

"Oh, you'll look fine no matter what you do. C'mon." He shook his head, but to no avail; still wearing his swimsuit, he just took off his jacket and stepped into the water. Sinead splashed his face timidly, and much to her surprise, it looked like some coverup came off... And, Sinead was surprised to see a glinting line that ran just under his eye.

"You..." She ran a hand under her eye. "You have a scar." He nodded and shot a half hearted grin in her direction.

"Yours wasn't the only family that got beat up a bit in the clue hunt, sorry, I'm not completely flawless," he teased. But, what Sinead said was completely sincere.

"Yeah, guess you're right..." Sinead took her scared arms and used them to splash some more water on her face.

"Well, guess I better go get ready for your concert..." He nodded.

"Yeah." So, the two parted and they got ready, then shortly went off to the concert hall. The concert, as always, was flawless, perfect... That night the guest band was "Boys Like Girls", and they sang "Two Is Better Than One." Sinead listened to the lyrics tentatively. She didn't believe in fate, but these songs seemed to be too much of a coincidnece...

"I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
You know this could be something

'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing

'Cause maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
Well maybe two is better than one
There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two, is better than one"

And once the concert was over... Sinead realized she couldn't keep it in any longer. That night, in her oversized Eyore pajamas, she sat on her balcony, curtains closed tightly, not wanting Lindsay to interrupt whatever was about to happen. She had no clue what she was going to say, what would result of it, but... She had to say something, anything. Jonah stepped out on his balcony.

"Hey, you haven't been waiting for too long, have ya?" She smiled.

"Haven't been waiting, it's a mere coincdence we've been meeting up." He smiled.

"Right. I remembered your keyboard; and I know this one amazing song, Meteor Shower by Owl City..." He flexed his fingers before playing the soft, slow tune, before singing the extremely simple lyrics.

"I can finally see, That you're right there beside me, I am not my own, For I have been made new, Please don't let me go, I desperately need you. I am not my own, For I have been made new, Please don't let me go, I desperately need you." He finished with flourish. He smiled up at her coyly.

"Well, whatdya think?" She smiled.

"It's really... pretty. Looks complicated, though the lyrics are simple enough... Still, profound in their simplitic way." He smiled.

"Yeah, pretty and complicated." Then, in a quieter voice; "I like a lot of pretty and complicated things." Sinead pretended she couldn't hear, though her cheeks burned maroon. Jonah reached over the gap between their balconies and handed her the keyboard, which she accepted. It took a moment of silence for Sinead to summon the courage, but she realized, she had to.

"Look, Jonah, I..."

"I...?" he prompted.

"...Do you want to hang out some time?"

"...Isn't that what we're doing now?" Sinead groaned; God, why was this so difficult?

"Look, do you wanna... I dunno hang out after this?" It took a moment for Jonah to realize what she was saying... Then a coy smirk fell upon his lips.

"Are you asking me out?" Sinead was suddenly glad that darkenss' coat was there to veil her burning cheeks.

"No, I'm just suggesting that perhaps we should socially interact outside of this forced time and if our relationship happens to progress to more than that then so be it."

"Oh, too bad," Jonah mused. "'Cause if you were asking me out, I'd say yes." Sinead's cheeks burned so intensely she was surprised they didn't bring light to the darkness of the night.

"Fine then... Jonah, do you want to go out sometime?" She uttered the last part, cheeks burning as her nervous being almost seemed to cause her throat to constrict.

"Yes." Relief washed over her. "Look, Sinead... I like you too. You're not as cold as I thought-"

"-Thanks," she scoffed.

"-And," he said, continuing on as if she hadn't said anything, "this isn't forced. Do you think I'd be here right now if I didn't like you? If you were Lindsay?" Sinead proceeded to utter a certain curse under her breath that she thought described Lindsay rather appropriately.

"So... you don't like her? She's pretty-"

"She is pretty," Jonah allowed. "But... I dunno. I just kinda like you." Sinead especially appreciated the darkness reltatively concealing her features, so he didn't see the overwhelming glee as much as he might otherwise. Still, he could.

"Thanks," she responded lamely.

"Yeah." They took a moment just to be in one anothers silent company, appreciate eachothers presence.

"So... I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. Jonah smiled confidently.

"You know it."

Alright! Phew, that's probably one of the longest chapters yet... Let me know what you think about the way I'm incorporating the songs to represent the mood. Frankly, I like them, but please be honest and if you find them too cheesy to bear, let me know. Or, if you like them, I'd appreciate hearing that too. I need suggestions for ONE final city- ANYWHERE in the U.S. of A., so that'd be completely and utterly awesome if I could get some of those. I'd also take suggestions on songs if you have any requests, and I'll try to incorporate them if they fit the mood, and if anyone has any ideas for tortures for Lindsay... I already got an amazing one from MG3 but if I could get one more, one that would affect her very badly (not death, preferrably) I'd love to hear it. And, as always, all forms of critism are adored... so please, reveiw! :D

~Fowlfan5