The next day started with the reckless endangerment of the group's lives as Anna drove them all to Ottawa in the yellow van, lovingly deemed the "banana van." Anna drove, and Shanna bravely sat in the passenger seat, while Janessa and Tracy sat in the far back taking turns warily watching the road behind the van for a car that had become familiar to all of them in the past week—ever since that building blew up.

Flashback

On a guided tour of the Parliament buildings in Ottawa…

Guide: This wing of the building was reconstructed in—

Anna (pointing): Who's that?

Guide: A janitor

Anna: Oh

Guide: Now as I was saying, this—

Anna (pointing): Is that someone important?

Guide: No. This wing was reconstructed—

Anna (pointing): Who's that?

Guide (getting frustrated): That's Max, the new tour guide. He just started working—

Anna: Oh

Guide: Now, if I may continue, this wing was reconstructed in…

About 2 minutes later…

Anna (whispering): Guys, let's get outta here. This tour sucks and we haven't found the disc yet.

Shanna: I agree. Who thought of doing this for no reason anyways?

Janessa: I think it was Tracy

Tracy: You could have told me it was a stupid idea. Let's go. It's not here.

A few minutes later outside the Parliament buildings…

Anna (pointing to a guy hopping into a black Porsche): It's Max!

Janessa: Who?

Anna: Max the new tour guide. That's an awfully nice car for a tour guide.

Shanna (as the car speeds off): I wonder what the rush is…

Suddenly there was a loud boom and the Parliament buildings crash to the ground engulfed in flames. The entire group stood there staring at the burning of the rubble…

End of Flashback

A lot can happen in a week—but not to the girls. After the explosion, life went on as usual—almost. The police didn't even want to talk—they took some statements, and in nicer terms than this, told everyone to get lost. They didn't seem to want to hear the whole theory: that it was Max who had blown up the building—there was no record of anyone named Max ever working there, and since anyone who could vouch for the truth was already dead…. It was after about the 5th attempt in two days by the group in trying to convince the police of the truth about Max that they noticed the car. The car, which was a black Porsche and looked to be the same one that Max had been driving, seemed to be everywhere. Everywhere that the girls went, there was the Porsche—and whoever was in it didn't seem to be trying very hard to be inconspicuous. It sure didn't take the girls too long to figure out that they were being followed. Since the cops were turning everyone away before they could even speak, the girls were sure that going to them would be futile. The stalking was getting more blatant by the day and as if that wasn't enough there had been a few seemingly accidental accidents that were rather life threatening. Now, on top of this, Jessie and her fiancé were coming to visit.