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Anne laughed and we made our way to the park. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera, I'd forgotten it at the loft, but I wasn't about to go get it. So I just enjoyed the scenery, not worrying about anything at all.

Soon enough, Anne started shivering. Without saying a word, I slipped my jacket around her shoulders and she gave me a grateful look. "Thanks," she whispered.

"No problem."

We walked and talked for a while, and I soon lost track of the time. "Oh shit," I mumbled as we passed a clock.

"What?"

"We've been gone for over three hours! And it'll still take me a while to get home!" I said nervously, "Morgan's going to kill me!"

"Are you serious?" Anne muttered, "I'm late for something. I'll see you later then. Bye!"

"Bye."

She ran off and I headed towards the loft. I could only hope Morgan wouldn't be too mad. I mean, this was Morgan we were talking about. I'm sure she'd found a way out of those cuffs by now. That, or thought of an ingenious scheme to get back at me. Or both. I gulped, growing even more nervous as I tried to imagine what my little sister had in store for me.

I soon arrived at the loft and ran up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room, I received a death glare from Morgan. "Took ya long enough," she spat.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled, "Here, lemme undo those." I reached for my coat pocket, but was greeted by a nasty surprise.

"Well, I'm waiting."

"Uh oh…"

"Uh oh?" Morgan said nervously, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The keys, they were in my jacket pocket. And I put my jacket on Anne. And Anne ran off somewhere. She didn't even tell me where she was going."

I cautiously glanced at Morgan, who appeared dumbstruck. She had begun babbling nonsense, trying to comprehend the unfortunate news. "What now!" she asked meekly.

"Okay," I said, trying to stay calm for Morgan's sake, "I'll run out and try to find Anne while you stay here. Not like you have any choice…"

"No," she said stoutly, "I refuse to be left alone!"

"But Morgan,"

"No!"

"Morgan, I'm going to go out there whether you like it or not. I don't want you chained up there all night. And your wrists are starting to look quite pale. I hope the circulation isn't cut…" I muttered.

My rambling was interrupted by Morgan's sharp voice. "Mark," she said, "If you leave me here, I will throw your camera out the window."

My eyes bulged as I saw here pick up my beloved camera with her free hand. "But Morgan,"

"I'm lonely. And this neighborhood scares me. While you were gone I heard lots of yelling downstairs, followed by gunshots. Someone started pounding on the door, but I didn't answer and they went away. I don't want to be here by myself." Morgan protested.

Sighing, I nodded in defeat and Morgan smiled. I made my way over to the phone and dialed the number to Mimi's hospital room. Roger picked up. "Hello?"

"Yeah. Hi Roger, it's Mark. Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Will you find Anne for me?"

"Well, she's here right now. Wanna talk to her?"

"That'd be great."

I heard shuffling and then a voice said, "Hi Mark, Anne here."

"Anne," I said, "You took my jacket. I wouldn't mind, but it has the handcuff key in it. Morgan is getting awfully pissed."

Anne laughed. "I'll be over soon. Sorry about that."

Before I could answer, she hung up. Sighing cheerfully, I hung up the phone and turned back to Morgan. "Can I have my camera back?"

"No."

"Fine. Be that way. I'll take your…um…er…your…"

"There's nothing to take," she said simply, "I'm not emotionally attached to inanimate objects, unlike a certain somebody."

I was about to say something when a knock on the door broke my concentration. I slid the door opened to find an out of breath Anne leaning against the wall for support. She held out my jacket with a weak arm.

"You ok?" I asked, trying to see her face under the tangled mass of her wind blown hair.

"Yeah… fine…. Just a little… out of breath… that's all." She panted. She saluted and headed back down the stairs, stumbling a little on her way down. I watched just to make sure she didn't fall and break something. Bringing my head back in the room, my smile was met by cold green eyes. I pulled out the key and her expression lightened, still not a smile though. I got the handcuffs off of her and she jumped off the table.

"Finally!" Morgan sighed, rubbing her wrist where the metal bracelet had been.

I tried giving her a smile again, but I was, once again, greeted by another death glare. "You are SO dead!" she whispered evilly.

I gulped as Morgan inched towards me, a maniacal look on her face. I closed my eyes, waiting for the worse. "You took my freedom, and now I'll take yours!" Morgan hissed in my ear. I was surprised and dumbstruck when I felt my glasses being lifted off my face.

"Morgan!" I called, extending my arms out in front of me so I didn't walk into anything, "This isn't funny! I need those! Really badly too! C'mon Morgan!"

"I'll be back in an hour or so, but I may lose track of time!" Morgan called. Then I heard the door slam shut.

To be continued…