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She awoke at a half past five and couldn't go back to sleep. It was the
middle of the afternoon and she wasn't used to being asleep at this time.
Actually, she wasn't sure if she was used to sleeping at this time. Maybe
her schedule when she was missing had been to sleep through the day and
work all night or, sleep half the day and then work the rest of the night.
So many options and yet there was no answer. Slipping out of the covers she
went into the bathroom grabbing a towel on her way in. Quietly entering the
shower she turned the faucet to the highest temperature. Ignoring the pain
it made run through her body. She started scrubbing her body, needing to
get rid of the dirt she had dreamed of. She had had another nightmare the
night before and she hoped that she had not woken Vaughn. She had known it
was a bad idea to sleep. Once done with washing herself she stayed under
the hot spray for another second, trying to clear her head. Knowing that it
was useless and that she would never get her mind to be clear, she pulled
herself out of the shower and rapped her body into the fluffy towel. It
felt good against her burned and raw skin.
She berated herself for not grabbing her clothes before taking a shower and
resigned herself to the fact that she would have to go get them now. She
tried to linger in the bathroom but finally forced herself to go and get
her clothes. She was relieved to see that Vaughn was still asleep and she
quickly grabbed her clothing. Baggy sweat pants and a sweatshirt. They
looked even bigger on her than they used to, her body was now just a bag of
bone. If you lifted up her shirt you could see every single rib and her hip
bones stuck out. Pulling her mind away from that thought she blow dried
her hair and then went back out into the room. The party was not until
tomorrow and she new that they needed to get to know the other people in
the hotel if they were going to get any information.
With that in mind she wrote a short message for Vaughn letting him know
that she had gone to meet people and that he would be able to find her down
in the front lobby. Then, leaving it by the bed, she left and waited by the
elevator. Many old couples lounged about, smelling musky as old couples do.
But when she did arrive to the lobby she found younger women, all of them
lounging with drinks in their hands. One of them in particular stood out to
her. She was tall, perhaps five nine or five ten and had short blond hair.
Her body was lean and walked with a grace only acquired with age and
confidence. Walking towards the woman Sydney extended her hand and
presented herself as Martha Blumberg, a newly married woman from
Connecticut.
"Rachel Marks, married for 14 years and from Chicago." Nodding Sydney made
some small talk before excusing herself, saying she needed to go find her
husband. She hurried up to her room and found that Vaughn was still asleep.
"Wake up. There are people you need to meet. One specifically named Mr. Marks. Let's go!" Vaughn looked at her through heavy lids and dull eyes before groaning in complaint. But he gets up and moves towards the bathroom to take his shower.
He hears her leave the room and he goes to turn on the water. He is surprised to see that there is something red in the bath rub. Something that looks like.................blood. He can track the blood to the washcloth and he picks it up. Either she was bleeding or she scraped her self with the towel so hard she made herself bleed. Either option is not very reassuring. Dispelling all these thoughts he continued getting cleaned up, trying to figure out how they were going to keep people from becoming suspicious until the party. Once ready he took the keys and went out into the hallway. He found Sydney staring out the windows that showed the ocean and little restaurants that were under them. "You ready to go?" He nodded and she went towards the elevator, only to be stopped by the alarm. She quickly looked at him, panic appearing on her face for a split second before being covered up again. He took her hand and led her to the stairs. But they were both stopped when men in black surrounded them. All the other occupants were long gone, having left when they had heard the alarm. A fight soon began and as much as the two of them fought, they could not over power the ten men and so, after much effort the men managed to knock both of them out.
"Wake up. There are people you need to meet. One specifically named Mr. Marks. Let's go!" Vaughn looked at her through heavy lids and dull eyes before groaning in complaint. But he gets up and moves towards the bathroom to take his shower.
He hears her leave the room and he goes to turn on the water. He is surprised to see that there is something red in the bath rub. Something that looks like.................blood. He can track the blood to the washcloth and he picks it up. Either she was bleeding or she scraped her self with the towel so hard she made herself bleed. Either option is not very reassuring. Dispelling all these thoughts he continued getting cleaned up, trying to figure out how they were going to keep people from becoming suspicious until the party. Once ready he took the keys and went out into the hallway. He found Sydney staring out the windows that showed the ocean and little restaurants that were under them. "You ready to go?" He nodded and she went towards the elevator, only to be stopped by the alarm. She quickly looked at him, panic appearing on her face for a split second before being covered up again. He took her hand and led her to the stairs. But they were both stopped when men in black surrounded them. All the other occupants were long gone, having left when they had heard the alarm. A fight soon began and as much as the two of them fought, they could not over power the ten men and so, after much effort the men managed to knock both of them out.