Lara woke up realizing she was in Kurtis's arms. She studied his face. She smiled as she remembered Larson making a comment on Kurtis's "inability to shave." He opened his eyes. When he saw her, he smirked; she couldn't help, but smile back. "You're finally awake," she said.

Kurtis said, "I'm surprised you haven't run off, or hit me, or something."

"Me too."

"Me too," Larson said. They just looked at him. "Hi, my name is Larson, I'm a hobo."

"Get out of here," Lara said.

"So what'd ya do last night?"

Kurtis sighed, "Will you just go?"

"I want breakfast."

Lara said, "Go ask the butler to make breakfast. It is his job."

"I already did," Larson spoke as he got up to leave, "and he's on strike." He left and went downstairs.

"What?" She went out in the hall where the butler was, ever so slowly, pacing with a picket sign that said, "no rap, no breakfast."

Larson said, "See, I told you."

Lara said, "Butler, what's going on?"

"Well, uh, you wont let me rap, so, uh, I'm not gonna make you, uh breakfast. It's that, uh, simple," the butler said.

"I didn't realize I stopped you from rapping."

"Uh . . . . . . No rap, no, uh, breakfast."

"Ah, geeze."

Kurtis said, "What's going on now?"

"The butler is on strike," Lara answered.

"Why?"

"Don't ask. It's stupid."

"Alright." He put his arm around her waist; she pushed it off. He said, "What's your problem? I thought you were finally gonna accept the fa- "

"For one day. That one day was yesterday and even then I didn't accept it and I don't now."

"Yesterday? Yesterday you didn't even give it a full day. It was more like a few hours." He thought about what he said and grinned.

"Wipe that smirk off your face. It was not a few hours. Don't make me hit you."

Larson said, "Why don't you just marry me and shut up?"

Lara said, "Who? Me?"

"No, Kurtis. Well, . actually maybe we could all three get married."

"Uh, I wanna get, uh, married," the butler said.

Lara growled, "No one is getting married! Butler, go make food. Now!"

"Uh, I'm not a, uh, slave, bitch hoe." Lara shook her head.

Larson said, "Poor butler, so misunderstood and overworked."

Lara said, "Overworked?! He's on strike! Ugh, what a horrible day."

"It's only gonna get worse," Kurtis mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. Lara went down the stairs, yelling at the butler. Larson stood by Kurtis.

Larson said, "Why did you say that?"

"Say what?"

"'It's only gonna get worse.' How come you said that? Can you predict the future?"

"No, no," Kurtis answered. "I'm leaving today."

Larson said, "Really? Why?"

Kurtis said, "I have other things to do."

"Like hoes and six year olds?"

"What? No, not that way! Dumb ass."

Lara said, "The butler is making breakfast now." The three of the, sat in the dining room and waited in silence. Lara thought Kurtis was acting weird. "Kurtis," she finally said, "What's with you? You're really quiet and you're usually as loud as Larson."

Kurtis said, "Nothing. What's with you? You usually don't care."

"Forget it then." After breakfast, Lara went out on her training course. Kurtis was acting weird and it was frustrating her. At the end of the course stood Larson. Lara sighed, "What do you want?"

Larson said, "You seem really upset. Want me to cheer you up?"

"Well, I really don't-"

"Ah, come on. Give me one chance. Please?"

"Oh . fine."

Larson said, "Ok. I got a good joke for ya. There was a guy in a bar- no, no, not that one. Ok, I got it. Two guys were sitting-no that one sucks. Alright, a couple had just come to a hotel- no, that one blows."

Lara said, "If this isn't going anywhere, then I'm going." She walked back inside. Kurtis was sitting on the stairs, messing with his Chirugai. He looked up when her shadow cast over him. She said, "Alright, what's up?"

"I told you," he said, messing with his Chirugai again. "Nothing. What's your problem?"

"You! You're acting weird." He didn't seem like he was listening. She took the Chirugai from him. "Now listen to me! It's obvious there is something. Now tell me."

"Later." He took the Chirugai back. "I'll tell you later." She scoffed all insulted as he walked away.

Lara sat on her bed next to Kurtis. She said, "Stop messing with that thing!" She took his weapon away.

"Hey."

"Are you gonna tell me now?"

Kurtis said, "Ok, ok. I, uh, . I wont be here when you wake up. I have stuff I need to do. So I have to leave tonight."

"Where are you going? Why? Why do you have to leave now? Can't you stay longer?"

"Whoa, whoa. Enough with the questions. . Start over. First question."

"Where are you going?"

"Away. Next question."

"Why?"

"I have to," he said. "Next."

"Why do you have to go now?"

"It's important. I've spent enough time delaying it."

Lara said, "If you had to go, why did you come here in the first place?"

"I needed my Chirugai. Plus, I was hoping to run into you again." She wouldn't look at him. He said, "Well, it worked didn't it? I got to see you. You must've been somewhat happy to see me. How could you not be?"

She smiled, but it faded within a few seconds. "But you're leaving."

"Yeah, but I wont be gone forever. I'll see you again. Don't worry." He hugged her and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Lara woke up feeling cold; she knew right away she was alone. She missed him already. *He'd be glad to hear that* She sighed to herself and got out of bed. Once she was dressed, she went downstairs to deal with Larson.

**Disappointed? Don't be! Technically, it's not over yet. I plan to make a sequel once the new game comes out (possibly sooner, I have a lot of ideas!). **