Disclaimer: Nope I don't own the Gunmen or The Spy Who Loved Me

A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY this is so late! One thing lead to another but I have not abandon it! This chapter is really lame but merely serves to set up Langly'e entrance. It'll be much more consistant from here on out

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The next morning I woke up with an emotional hangover, I felt empty and senseless it's akin to taking too much cold medicine and trying to go to work. Even as I write this I'm not totally sure what happened that morning, between the police reports, the newspapers and the lawyers it's been so badly muddled into interesting stories where I have been everything to "Woman Assulted in Cheboygan Inn", "Woman Locked in Hotel Freezer", and my favourite "Canadian Woman in Murderous Motel!" I found it to be a pretty calm morning.

The woman from the register scowled at me as I passed, I think her face really did stick that way. Her eyes narrowed and fallowed me.

I won't bore you with needless details about the next day. It was filled with essay questions and book discussions in the kitchen with the girl from the night before. In the short time I stayed at the Dear Deer I really felt sorry for her. Her parents were the atrocious couple who owned the motel they scarcely noticed her, I want to say after all that's happened, the hearings and investigating surrounding the Dear Deer, I can't help thinking about what's happened to her…

I disgress, back to the story as it happened. Well we worked all morning until her mother screamed at her to start cleaning the rooms. She invited me along. She turned on the radio opened the doors and windows before she scrubbed out the bathrooms, changed the sheets and vacuumed every single room.

"Isn't this a lot of work?" I asked.

She shrugged "It's not so bad, it's takes awhile but I get paid for it. Besides there's nothing to do around here. Hey you know you'd look awesome with highlights."

Sudden shifts in subject occur naturally in teenagers, I've found especially when discussing questionable parenting. I wasn't even going to call social services…well not that minute anyway…. It's not like I have it on speed dial…okay press and hold number two on my cell phone. I'm a librarian it's my job to protect the geeks, the unloved, the nerds, the neglected and the kids with no life etc.

I Know a little about happened in the next few hours. Sometime that day Gerald offered me a job closing the place after New Year's, really easy work cleaning and taking the few customers that came up that way. That's where it goes out, I said yes, but it all blurs after that. My doctor says trauma can do that to a person. Sometimes I just loose my memory of an event entirely until something triggers it. I learned the basics of hotel management, from who might be potential towel theives to how to open the safe. My hair was hi-lighted a chestnut color by the girl. That night was the last time I saw the family.

When they came back I was supposed to be dead.

Note from Miligro:

Article from the Dear Deer fire:

Yesterday investigators searched the property of the former Dear Deer motel, which burned down last night. Two charred bodies were found inside, one is suspected to be Charlie Lloyd, convicted rapist and former wrestler known as "The Crusher". The other remains unknown. Mary Pat Doyle, 31 was allegedly left in charge of closing the motel when it burned down. She was locked in one of the motel rooms and it is not known at this time how she managed to escape. Arson is suspected.