Ariadne stomped out of the courtroom furiously. Jules caught up with her nervously.

"I can not believe that judge!" she said with frustration. "He confirms the restraining order but he doesn't give Jean a single minute in jail!"

"He got a warning." Said Jules. "If he comes five-hundred feet within you, they're going to lock his ass in for a long time."

"I just don't think that's good enough." Said Ariadne. Jules sighed and grabbed her friend's shoulders.

"Your fine. Your ok, and your safe." Jules reminded her. "He doesn't even know where you live and he's not allowed in the architecture school. In fact, he got kicked out of the musical, and he was the star! No one's going to let him near you."

Ariadne breathed heavily. "I'm just so mad."

"I'm even more mad at him." Jules argued.

"I'm so mad at myself." She snapped. "For saying yes."

"No, it's my fault." Jules protested. "I told you to get back in the game. I never imagined you striking out though."

"But I let him get away. I defended him and lied to everyone so he wouldn't be called a jerk."

"Ari, let me tell you something about the male species." Jules began to lecture. "There are two types of males; boy's and men. They're not contrasted by age and size but based on how mature and respectful they are. You can't just identify a boy from a man in front of you. A twelve-year-old can be more mature than forty-year-old."

"So I should know the guys better."

"You did start out a little fast." Said Jules. "I mean, compare Tiger Woods to Zac Efron. Who's the man?"

"Zac Efron."

"Though I hope he really stopped dating that bitch."

Ariadne chuckled. "You've always hated her."

"So have you!" The girls walked down the street with their arms around each other's shoulders, giggling.

Jules left Ariadne when she reached Miles's house. Right as the Ginger disappeared, Ariadne started to worry again. She assumed at working on the project would get her mind off of everything.

While drawing the hotel, she was temped to add Penrose steps and endless stairwells. A few ideas came up about opening walls and upside down houses.

I need to stay in reality. Ariadne reminded herself. Reality. She got up and went to her bedroom to get her bishop. Returning to the work desk, Ariadne tipped it at least twenty times to remind herself to stay true to what's real.

An hour later, she ran out of ideas for the hotel. She designed the suites, the lobby, the restaurant and the pool but she had no idea what kind of windows to use. "I need coffee." She told herself. Ariadne proceeded into the kitchen to find some but Miles didn't have any. The architect sighed and decided to go out for some.

She packed her sack with her sketches, pencils, wallet, cellphone and left a note for Miles incase if he returned early.

Miles,

Went out for some coffee.

Ariadne

She looked at the watch on her wrist wondering if she really needed it. It sounded silly to get a point man involved in some dating drama. Besides, there would be other people at the shop and on the streets. Jean wouldn't dare try to touch her in front of witnesses.

But this watch was a symbol of safety to her. She couldn't take it off when Jean was still loose.

At the coffee house, Ariadne starred into her coffee, wondering if the restraining order would really keep Jean away. She imagined his rage when he received the document. He might have tried to beat the policeman at the door. Maybe he was at her old apartment right at that second ripping everything off the walls searching for her. She expected him to attempt to communicate with her in some way. After all, he didn't have to be within five hundred feet of her to make her feel unsafe. It was a good thing she moved in with Miles for the time being.

She sighed and put her sack down on her chair to reserve the table. A quick trip to the restroom would relieve her, at least she hoped. When she got into the stall, her stomach churned and had the sudden urge to erupt. At the next moment, her head was hanging above the toilet. Ariadne was under so much emotional stress lately and even when it was illegal for Jean to confront her, she feared it would only fuel his torch.

Back in the shop, Jean himself walked in and saw his ex-girlfriends sack sitting around. Immediately, he assumed the coffee in the cup was hers. Jean looked around the shop like a kid looking both ways before crossing the street. Out of his pocket, came a box of dissolvable sleeping pills. He plopped one in her drink, stirred it and left the shop.

She came out of the bathroom right as he was gone and sat back down. It probably wasn't a very good idea to have a hot coffee after throwing up, but she was thirsty and needed ideas for her project. Besides, it hasn't been touched at all and it would have probably been cold. Ariadne gulped down the coffee and afterwards, found herself coughing severely. She put her hand up to let people looking at her know that she would be fine. When the coughs stopped, Ariadne decided to go back to Miles' house.

Her sack felt like a heavy weight as the drug in her coffee came into play. She saw everything become darker like the day was being fast-forwarded through to night. It felt like she had too much to drink at a club. Ariadne's eyes kept trying to shut on her as her legs stopped working like a car out of gas. The grumble of thunder and the clattering rain didn't help much either.

She couldn't see where she was going. Her hands were out in front of her feeling the walls. What she didn't know was that she was heading for an alley. Her clothes were drenched as she reached the end. Finally, Ariadne couldn't take it anymore. She lay down before she had the chance to faint.

Unfortunately, the person who found her was the one man who wasn't supposed to come near her. Jean smirked with pride as he hoisted her into his arms.

"I told you Cheri," He bragged. "I always get what I want."