A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.. I guess that it should have been added to the last uploaded chapter. He he.. I hope you like it anyways.

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She led him through the internal maze of alleyways leading to the entrance. He stumbled uncontrollably through obstacles along the path because of the blinding scarf that had been tied around his eyes.

"This has gone far enough," he yelled as he came fed up with unknowingly tripping over continual trash and debris.

Anne smiled. "Not much farther," she replied.

She guided him up the two steps, through the light blue door, then removed his blindfold. The small light fixture over head dimly lit the room, and through the small cracks between the boarded up windows a mere pinch of sunlight slipped in.

Mr. Bordeaux looked around at the remarkably tighty room. "Where are we?" he asked.

"You'll see. Come on," Anne replied and took his arm again.

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It was a great surprise when two complete strangers barged into the second floor bunkroom.

"What the -" Genre Ross gasped. Screams erupted as the girls scattered from the poker table.

The middle-aged man shrunk back incredulously and pulled the woman with him. "Oh, I am very sorry!" he exclaimed.

Dandy mumbled into her pillow. She lifted her head and looked around. "What's going on here?"

"We're so very sorry. We'll just be leaving," Mr. Bordeaux smiled apologetically then opened the door. "Come on, Anne."

"No," she replied. Anne stepped further into the room and looked around. There was not a single recognizable face. Of course it was expected that new newsgirls come and go as time passes, but she just wished that she had received a happier welcome.

Dandy O'Reily got out of the bunk and flipped out her pocketknife. "I don't know how you two got up here, but I suggest you leave."

"Of course, of course. We are.. right Anne?" Colm asked sternly. He took her firmly by the arm.

"No," Anne repeated. She looked earnestly at the dozen or so faces, desperately hoping for some kind of positive response. She had an odd feeling that she had met the girl with blond hair and green eyes, whom bore the knife, but couldn't place a name to the face.

"We're leaving," Colm said. He took hold of Anne's other arm.

"No," she said through gritted teeth. She fought to get out of his grasp.

"See? Goodbye.." Mr. Bordeaux added as he began to pull her by the waist out the doorway.

She flailed her arms wildly and fought to hold on to the doorframe so she couldn't be pulled down the stairs. "No, Colm.."

The young women neared the door hesitantly to watch the retreating figures.