Not knowing where he was going to go, Michael walked all around the city. Amanda had given him his last paycheck, but there wasn't nearly enough money to get a decent apartment and stay there until he got another job. And what made matters worse was the fact that he couldn't get Cain out of his mind.

He did feel guilty for doing what he did to Edwin though. For some reason he had looked exactly like Cain, and Michael couldn't figure out why.

He bowed his head, staring at the ground. It was starting to get dark, he would have to go somewhere by morning.

"Hey, you," a raspy voice called from somewhere behind him. He swung around and glanced around. He didn't see anything.

Michael turned back nervously to hear the voice say, "Hey, you."

This time, he didn't turn around to see who it was, but he stopped walking.

"Who are you?" he called.

"Someone who can help you...if you help me..." the person's voice was disturbing.

"What do you want?"

"Information…" a hand rested on his shoulder, making whatever color he had in his face disappear. "Don't fear me, unless you decide not to give me what I'm looking for…"

Michael turned his head to look at whoever was talking to him.

The man behind him was taller than him, by about an inch as far as Michael could tell. He had long black hair, and dark eyes that scared the crap out of him.

He held up and picture of what looked like-

"Why do you have a photo of him?"

"I need to know where he is." the man didn't allow him to finish his sentence.

"Probably at- wait, why do you want to know?" Michael moved away from him.

"Come with me," the man said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the street.

Back at the airport
Edwin had come in his own car, so he didn't need to use the taxi like everyone else. He was there before everyone else because, like Cain, he had nothing to bring.

Ke looked around as they walked down the isle to their seats.

"Ah, here we go," Carina said, looking at the small piece of paper in her hand. "Cain, you go in first."

'Hm…I think after this I will fear heights…' Cain thought, moving down the row of seats, next to the window.

"Well, now, this isn't so bad, is it Cain?" Carina asked, turning to him as she sat down beside him.

"Oh, no, but I might just have a colossal fear of heights after this plane takes off!" Cain snapped, gripping to the arms of his seat.

"Calm down, you're overreacting. And anyway, the plane hasn't even started moving yet, let alone taken off. You'll be fine," Amanda stared at him.

"Be thankful that Michael isn't here," Carina took out a magazine that had been rolled up in her pocket.

Cain rolled his eyes and turned to stare out of the window. There was a lurch as the plane started to move and they all noticed that everyone had taken their seats.

"Wow, I didn't even know we were almost late for the take-off!" Becky said, sitting back and letting her head fall back to the back of the seat.

Cain closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt the plane lift off the ground. His body, however, didn't do what his brain told it to. He completely tenses up and was almost as stiff as a board.

"Relax," Carina put her hand on his, "We'll be in the air in about twenty seconds."

Next to her, Ke had taken out what she called a 'CD player' and was listening to it, her foot tapping the floor of the plane rhythmically. Edwin had a seat in front of them, and Cain noticed that Carina kept taking glances at him.

Cain finally relaxed about twenty minutes later. Amanda and Becky seemed plenty relaxed as far as he could tell because they looked like they were about ready to fall asleep.

He turned a little to stare out of the window. He couldn't believe how high up he was, but he was actually kind of comfortable now.

In Some Old Warehouse
"If you tell us where he is, we can give you anything you want."

Michael was surrounded by people in white, half-faced masks and black clothes.

"Why?" he glared at them. There were about twenty people in the room. He was completely cornered.

One of the people came up to him; he happened to be taller than him as well, and also quite muscular.

"Because if you don't tell us where he is-" he backed him into the wall, "We'll rape you and kill you."

Michael turned red with anger. "Get the fuck away from me," he hissed. This time another man came up to him, smirking.

"Tell us where he is," he was coming way too close to Michael's face, "and we won't hurt you."