Daven awoke as the Sun's rays stabbed his eyelids mercilessly. He started when he could not find Danielle by his side.

"She's gone back to work at the Sylvia Dance Center nine blocks away,"

a familiar voice answered his silent question. It was Mrs. Ediths. Grabbing a shirt, he got up, put it on and went to wash up. Danielle must have left before Mrs. Ediths-who must have got a spare key- arrived. The smell of coffee assailed his nose. Grabbing a mug, he poured himself some coffee. Mrs. Ediths was reading the morning papers.

"Heavens...such a grisly murder, no, three deaths..."

Daven paused, and listened.

"Continue."

"Two men were killed in a bar's restroom-one had a broken neck, the other...Heavens..his head was blown apart-

"Let me see it please."

He scanned the paper and had to hold back a smile. It was about Rock, Boulder and of course, Simon's deaths. He read the rest out to Mrs. Ediths, who was growing paler by the minute. Then he came to one line, which amused him greatly.

"...One of the victims' girlfriend, Lilith Springs, swears she saw her lover killed before her eyes by ' some mime from Hell'. Anyone who have information on this case should call the police at...."

He stopped at that. He knew the number. So did Mrs. Ediths.

"Poor girl.."

Daven almost smiled. Such irony. He decided to change the subject.

"Where did you say Danielle was working again?"

"At the Slyvia Dance Center, nine blocks from here. Turn left-

Mrs. Ediths herself turned –to see an empty chair.

Daven had already left (via the window) while she was in mid-speech.

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If anything, Danielle was like an angel twirling and mincing like that. Daven watched her with admiration and adoration through the one-way mirror. Then, he realized he was not alone in that thinking as he saw-with a surge of jealousy- several youths asking her out. She smiled and gently said no. One chap however, was finding it hard to accept her refusal to go out with him. Fortunately, classes started again. Daven looked to Edgar, who was watching Pearl clean her feathers.

"Like her, Edgar?"

It nodded. Daven held back a smirk. The Crow and The Dove. Interesting. He watched Danielle like a dark guardian until it was 6pm. He decided to wait for her outside the centre. However, it began to rain. Fortunately, she brought an umbrella along just in case.

"What a pleasant surprise, Daven. Waited long?"

"No."

He lied.

Just then, six thugs appeared out of nowhere and attacked them. Daven was punched in the solar plexus while Danielle was slammed against a wall in an alley. What he saw next shocked him. She kicked the two holding her below the belt. She dodged the 3rd thug's Magnum bullets with supernatural ease. She somersaulted and took him down. The final thug flung a knife though Daven slugged him in the stomach earlier ("A stomach for a stomach").

"Danielle!"

he cried.

She turned-and caught it -with TWO fingers. ONLY. TWO. FINGERS.

The last man standing, Daven stared at Danielle, stunned. He found his tongue, and said,

"Whoa."

Without warning, the 3rd thug got up and aimed his gun at Danielle.

"Die you bi---!"

he snarled and shot her repeatedly.

"Danielle!"

cried Daven, as he ran to catch her. He need not have worried.

She got up, her face taut in concentration. In seconds, the bullets fell in a pile around her and her back healed. She looked at the thug responsible. He practically wet himself as she strode towards him.

"W-what a-a-re y-you?"

She grabbed him by the lapels with one hand and hissed,

"Already dead."

He passed out. She raised her eyebrows before dropping him like trash. She turned to face a more shocked Daven. Pearl landed on her shoulder. She looked at him. He looked at her. Only the sound of the rain could be heard. Finally, after a period of silence, she laughed sadly and said,

"Now you know."