It's been a while, hasn't it? I've actually had this chapter made for a really long time, I've just never gotten around to uploading it. Sorry. This may not be my best work because it was made a while ago, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Disclaimer: I do not own HoA.

Mick frowned as he began to walk to school. His thoughts raced as he continued wonder about Mara. Mara was always hanging out with Jerome now, he told himself, and she seems to have less and less time for you.

Glancing back, Mick's frown deepened as he saw Mara and Jerome walking together in the distance. Mara seemed to be wearing Jerome's sweater-Mick frowned even more.

"Mr. Campbell," Mick's head snapped up to stare into the blue eyes of a middle aged looking man.

"Me?" Mick pointed to himself, and the man smirked.

"Yes, you," the man began to walk in a circle around Mick, sizing him up. "Well, you'll do well enough."

Mick looked at him, confused. "Do what?"

The man smirked again. "You'll see. Now follow me."

Now, all of you may think Mick was stupid for following a random stranger he met, who just happened to know his name. Fellow onlookers…you are right. In that moment, Mick wasn't thinking clearly. Did he make the right choice?

Of course not.

"Where are we?" Mick glanced around the cave. It was decorated with a table, a chest, a bed, a closet, and a small pantry. "And what did you say your name was? Renée?"

Renée smiled into the bottle he was downing, and as he set it down on the poorly made chest, he replied, "Yes. My name is Renée. Renée Zeldman." Mick stared at him, and then suddenly burst out laughing. "What?" The Zeldman man asked, annoyed. "What is it?"

"Renée Zeldman…" Mick laughed again. "Renée Zeldman…Are you that comedian my housemates talk about?"

Renée stared at him. "What?"

"Yeah, I hear my house mates whispering about you all the time. But when I asked them, Alfie told me they were talking about a famous comedian."

Renée stared at the boy, a slow smile growing on his face. "Hey, Mick," he began, inching his way over to the cupboard. "Do you like sandwiches?"

Mick nodded, all laughter gone. "Yeah," he replied. A prickle of doubt surfaced to his mind, asking why he was here in the first place, but Mick ignored it.

"I presume you like turkey?" The man held up a turkey sandwich, and Mick grinned, his stomach growling in hunger. "Here," Renée replied, "It's for you."

Mick greedily took the sandwich, and after the first three bites, he began to feel a little woozy. Even stranger, the Zeldman man was watching him eat, a strange look on his face. Mick shrugged it off, and ate five more bites. He felt dizzy. Quickly, he finished the rest of the sandwich. Mick blinked. He began to see spots. Was that bells he heard? Suddenly, he collapsed, and the last thing he saw was the greedy look on Renée's face.

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