Amo 22, Greta 17
'This is crazy.' Greta thought as her feet stepped off the plane and into New York. The plane ride was a good four and a half hours. Nevio slept the whole time while Greta listened to Butterfly Waltz on repeat going through her routine in her mind. She felt nervous and considered giving up on the idea every second until the plane took off. Now, as she followed Nevio through the crowded JFK airport she knew there was no going back. In a few hours, her parents would probably figure out they were gone and she'd never get another chance like this in her life.
It was 7:00 am when they landed in New York, it would be 4:00 am in Las Vegas. The twins had snuck out of the house at 2:00 am and booked it to the airport, only barely making their flight.
"I can't believe you didn't sleep at all the whole flight," Nevio said as he pulled his sister through the airport. "You are going to crash at your audition. Literally, you'll be doing one of those jump things and exhaustion will hit and I'll be the one having to drag your ass back home with a broken leg or arm."
"I'm not going to crash." Greta huffed as she pushed out of the terminal doors, embracing the city for the first time. Nevio stretched his arms above his head with a loud groan, "I fucking hate commercial flights! Why didn't we just take our jet?"
Greta rolled her eyes at her brother's complaints, "The pilot would have told Mom and Dad. Besides, we flew first class, you had an entire aisle to yourself. What is there to complain about?"
"The in-flight entertainment of course. They don't have my favorite stewardess on commercial flights." Nevio said with implication in his voice and a wink.
"You're just upset because the stewardess wouldn't give you a quickie in the bathroom." Greta scoffed. "News flash Nevio, no one outside of Las Vegas knows who you are and is eager to get you to 'take them for a ride.'"
"You didn't like the line, take them for a ride?" Nevio scoffed, " Really? It took me three hours to come up with that! I would be a great Pilot, any girl would be happy to take a ride on my airplane."
Greta shook her head with laughter, "It really is amazing that you lost your virginity let alone have managed to get any girls to come home with you."
The cold air hit them as they stepped out of the terminal, causing Nevio to shiver and end his argument. They had of course been to New York as children, but Greta didn't remember much of it. Sadly, it looked a bit disappointing compared to home. Regardless, today was her day and she was ready for it, with a new sense of excitement boiling within, she headed towards a taxicab that was idling by for travelers to take a ride.
"What makes you think I would step foot in that piece of shit?" Nevio said, making a face. 'Sometimes he could act so spoiled.' Greta thought she gave a frustrating shake of her head. "I want the real New York experience. Plus no one can know we are here, and having a driver chauffeur us around doesn't look normal." Greta happily opened the taxi door and hurried in with Nevio grumpily sliding in after her.
"Where to?" the driver asked. He had a Brooklyn accent. Greta didn't know if she liked it, but she did enjoy having someone speak in such a way that emphasized they had really made it.
"Julliard!" Greta grinned. She was so excited to be here, all her shyness seemed to go away.
"Ahh, I see we got ourselves a talented one here. What are you auditioning for?"
"Ballet," Greta replied. Finding her eyes unable to focus on one location as they drove out of the airport. She wanted to see everything.
"Well let me be the first one to tell you 'welcome to New York!'" The driver pulled away from the curb and took off down the road.
Greta beamed with delight, and Nevio rolled his eyes. He wasn't as keen to be there as Greta. "Thank you!" Greta said with a big smile.
"Is this your first time in the big apple?" the man asked.
"Yes, we're just here for my audition," Greta shared excitedly. The buildings began to grow in size as they approached the famous city.
"And then we're leaving." Nevio firmly stated looking straight at his sister. Despite her lack of sleep, she had suddenly gained so much energy.
"That's a shame, you should take the time to look around." The driver replied before laying on his horn and yelling at a pedestrian, "GET OUTTA THE ROAD, YOU MORON! I'M DRIVIN' HERE!"
"She'll be back in a few months," Nevio spat. The driver must have assumed her brother meant back to attend Julliard, but Greta knew he was talking about her upcoming marriage. Despite Nevio's attitude, the bustling city had enraptured her and nothing could bring her down.
"Do you know any good coffee shops or somewhere we could stop for breakfast near Julliard?" Greta asked the driver, her voice giving a little extra squeak of excitement when she said the name of her dream school. The driver took a sharp turn and stopped in front of a Starbucks located next to a laundromat.
"Will this do?" the driver asked as other drivers honked at their cab and flipped him the finger for stealing the only free spot. Nevio took one look at the laundromat next door, shook his head no, and opened his mouth to protest when Greta popped in and said "This is great! Thank you so much!"
Before Nevio could even finish throwing some cash at the cab driver, his sister was already out on the pavement spinning with glee.
"Thank you!" Greta told the man as her brother joined her. The driver nodded and pointed to the other side of the street 'The school of American Ballet' it read.
"There's your school right there. Good luck, miss!" and then he pulled away, forcing many other cars to slam on their brakes as he cut them off. Greta looked around the street in awe. Apartments sat on top of the Starbucks, a laundromat sat next door, and across the street was the Lincoln Center, and a fire station inside the same building. It was so busy like Vegas and yet so completely and utterly different.
"I don't see the appeal," Nevio said looking around at the tall buildings.
"Come on let's get some coffee and a bagel or something, I'm starving." Greta pulled Nevio through the glass doors. Three shots of espresso and a cinnamon bagel later Greta was ready for her audition.
Amo"I don't have any information!" The sad excuse for a man groveled at Amo's feet.
"I'll just have to keep it up until you remember then," Amo said as he took his knife and slammed it onto the table, taking Sam, the traitors, ring finger off in the process. Screams of agony filled the room as the slime fell to the ground, sobbing and cradling his bloody hand to his chest.
"The Bratva is going to attack the Sphere one week from today. They have plans to break into the office and steal any paperwork they can find. I told them where it all is. I swear I don't know any more about it!" Sam spit out blood coming from his three missing teeth. Amo nodded at a soldier standing by the door, who left to relay the information to the men at the Sphere so they could move the papers and prepare for a fight.
"See? I knew you had it in you. Anything else you need to tell me?" Amo held back a maniac laugh as he knelt down, grabbed the man's hair, and pressed his blade into his throat. Not deep enough to kill him, but just enough that beads of blood sprang up around his shirt collar. As Amo was adding more pressure, the door opened again.
"Sandman, you have a phone call from your father," Amo wore the nickname with pride. Without moving his knife he asked, "Can it wait, James? I'm kinda busy,"
"He said it's urgent," James said, and Amo released Sam with an annoyed sigh. He put his knife back in his chest holster and stood up.
"Enjoy your break." Amo's cold smile would have sent chills down anyone's spine. With one look at the clock, Amo knew his victim would be ready for yet another round when he returned from his call. James threw him a towel and Amo watched as the fabric was instantly soaked through with Sam's blood. "Just let me die." Sam's weak words angered Amo. After everything he did, did Sam really think he would get off that easy?
Torn between going back to teach Sam a lesson and answering the phone Amo paused for only a moment, but the decision was made for him. As soon as he had wiped enough blood away, James handed Amo his cell.
"What?" Amo growled out annoyed that he had been disturbed from his work.
"Manners, son." Luca clipped back.
"Did you need something?" Amo asked in a forced neutral tone.
"Sounds like things are going well there. I take it Sam isn't talking." Luca's words irritated his son.
"I got the information about the upcoming raid in the first half-hour. Sam is weak." Amo replied, his tone was a bit cockier at how fast he had made the man talk. Amo was gifted in this area. Between his father and Uncle's tutelage, no one should have been surprised. The boy had been exposed to a lot at a young age, desensitized to the pain of other men quite early on, and yet his father has also taught him to balance, he knew better than most made men how to leave work behind him when he entered the door of his home or that of his parents.
"What's taking so long? Dispose of the guy." Luca bit.
"Now where's the fun in that? Can't go easy on a traitor can we?" Amo said with a cocky grin on his face.
Luca chuckled at his son's enthusiasm."You actually got that done faster than I was expecting, but that's not why I called, I wanted to let you know that Greta and Nevio landed two hours ago, I have Marco trailing them and keeping an eye on her. I don't think there will be a problem but just in case."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Amo said, frustrated at his lack of information.
"I just got the call from Marco myself, looks like those twins aren't as easy to keep up with."
"I still don't like that she is running around New York without my protection." Amo felt possessive at the thought of his girl being in his territory without people knowing who she belonged to.
"Welcome to my world," Luca muttered under his breath.
"What?" Amo questioned his father's odd words.
"I just wanted to let you know we have Marco watching her. She's under our protection and he's supposed to call you if the girl does anything stupid, like ditching her brother while she's here. I'm still not too thrilled about the fact you are wasting men on protecting her while she has a free day around New York."
It had taken a lot of convincing for his father to let him go through with the plan. "I need this to happen. She can't know we are watching her. This needs to be all her."
While Luca understood where his son was coming from he still was Capo and needed his son to be ready to take his place, and while he wanted his son to have a marriage like his own, he knew he couldn't be weak in front of his men or else he would look weak and lose respect. Amo was walking on thin ice when it came to Greta.
Amo hung up and looked back at the traitor, a shark grin spread across his face. "Ready to live your worst nightmare?"
GretaNevio leaned against the building while waiting for Greta. She had changed back into her normal clothes after the audition and ran to Nevio.
"How'd it go?" Nevio questioned her.
"Amazing! I got a call back for this afternoon!" Greta beamed. "Nevio, it was out of this world."
Nevio pulled his sister into a hug. "I knew you'd do great, Greta"
"So I was thinking, my call back isn't until 2 pm, so can we do some sightseeing?" Greta pulled on Nevio's arm, she knew it would take begging to convince him. "Central Park is literally only like two blocks down the street." She pointed towards the faint green square covered in white popping out behind the skyscrapers.
"Greta, it is literally below freezing and snowing," Nevio said irritatedly.
"Oh come on! Winter in New York is like the thing people do. Please?"
"What about your audition, don't you want to rest? Or get something to eat?"
"We can still do that! After we go to the park!" She gave him the look she knew would melt his heart. Nevio groaned but followed his sister.
'This is a dream.' Greta thought as they arrived in the middle of Central Park. 'There is no way this can be real.' She stared up at the overcast sky as little frosted flakes floated down sticking to her hair and eyelashes. Spinning around with her arms out, she let the little cold specks fall on her face. She heard children laughing as they built a snowman nearby and the faint clinks of ice skates on the rink. "This is amazing!" Greta yelled to her brother.
"I still don't see the appeal," Nevio looked around and made a face. "It's literally frozen water everywhere and it's getting my shoes soaked. I can't feel my toes."
Greta ignored her brother's negativity. She bent down and picked up a lump of snow and formed it into a ball. The snow was cold in her fingers and stuck to her mittens mostly. She threw the ball at Nevio hitting him right in the face. She may be a ballerina, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to throw a wicked curveball. Nevio was anything but amused at the amount of snow that now was covering his face and hair. Greta just laughed and continued twirling around in the snowflakes.
A snowball hit her shoulder and she turned to see Nevio with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh, it's on!" Greta teased. She picked up more snow and just started throwing it relentlessly at Nevio. It took him a moment to get the slush out of his eyes so he could get more and throw it at his sister. Soon they both were just laughing hysterically.
'I could get used to the snow,' Greta thought. The soft white powder was starting to fall heavier now and all she wanted to do was to dance in it. She spun around and stuck out her tongue to try to taste the sweet snow.
"Greta, it literally tastes like water," Nevio said, condemning her childish gesture.
"Mmmm," Greta exaggerated and sashayed around him laughing. She grabbed Nevio's hands and pulled him in for a childish prance in the snow. He was reluctant at first, but then just laughed at his sister's remark and spun her around.
'This is perfect.' Greta thought to herself. 'Nothing can ever take this away.'
AmoAcross the park, Amo stood with his friend and some girls they brought with them. He met them after his torture session. When he found Antonio, he groaned at who he had with him. Some politician's daughters he hadn't bothered learning the names of stood close by. Amo didn't care much for them, all they wanted was attention and money, two things Amo could care less about.
"Tony," Amo greeted as he approached, "I thought it was a guys night."
"Sandy, you need this. I heard how much aggression you let out on our friend Sam today." Amo glared at the stupid abbreviated nickname.
"You know how I feel about these types of things, Antonio. "Amo growled between clenched teeth.
His friend walked up to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "People are starting to talk. You obviously need to get laid, and if you turn down these girls, your men will start to question what you're really attracted to." Before Amo could put him in his place, one of the girls slid up to him. "So Amo," She touched his chest and traced the zipper of his jacket. "I saw you working out the other day. You're so strong. Is it true what the rumors say that you are part of some underground world…"
Amo hated clingy girls who were just looking for attention and a thrill of the dark side. He cut her off annoyed. "I'm only a businessman." He pushed her away "You are a lot hotter when you keep your mouth closed."
The girl's mouth dropped, she folded her arms and walked towards her friend who was all over Antonio. Amo wasn't in the mood for some female pretending to be dumb just so she could end up in a tabloid with his arms around her. That was childish, if he wanted a good fuck he'd get one himself without any strings attached. Not that he could since making that fucking promise to Greta. He had thought about it of course but knowing how this world of theirs was even he wasn't stupid enough to not believe that the Camorra could have a spy watching him.
He stared off across the park, now thinking about that stubborn girl and her fucking challenge. Greta was here in his city. He knew Julliard was not too far off, but he forced himself to not think about that. The last time he saw Greta he basically told her to forget about him. He hadn't even contacted her since that day, only sending gifts on her birthday, Valentines, and Christmas. He knew it was for the best. He liked Greta, but she was still too young and he knew he'd only break her in the end. Amo felt he might as well let her enjoy being a child for a bit longer.
As if conjuring her from his mind, he saw a girl far away spinning in the snow that reminded him of how Greta was probably dancing somewhere in New York. She twirled around, carefree. 'What has she never seen snow before?' he thought to himself. Something about this girl caught his eyes, she was so mesmerizing...familiar, as if he knew her somehow. She was an angel, her long winter coat was a khaki color, and her beanie had a hint of blue and pink in it, matching her scarf, with her boots coming up to her knees. Usually, most girls he saw had almost no clothing or were too flashy, but despite her being covered up and wearing a simple ensemble, she just seemed so beautiful and relaxed. Something about her was so captivating in a way he couldn't put his finger on. It seemed as if she had been sent here to tempt his self-control and make him break his promise to Greta. He made himself look away because he would ruin that young woman if he got his hands on her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a snowball fly and hit a figure. He turned back to see the winter angel throwing a snowball at some guy. She kept doing it until the man picked up some himself and threw it back. The man turned and Amo realized he knew those distinctive features. Nevio Falcone. Anger flared in him, her twin left Greta and was now flirting with some girl, leaving Amo's fiancée to fend for herself in the city.
'We made a deal when he called me, I'd help keep her protected, but she couldn't be running around New York alone.' Amo thought. He never should have agreed to anything when it came to the Falcones. Then he noticed Marco at the perimeter of the park. Amo was about to storm over there and confront Nevio, or call Marco and ask where the fuck Greta was, but as he walked closer, the realization hit that the girl he had been watching was Greta. She had changed in more ways than one. Something about her dancing in the snow with not a care in the world made her seem more beautiful than ever. He thought they were going to go to the airport after her audition. 'Why is she still here?' he asked himself.
Amo watched as Nevio tried to get Greta to hurry along, but she just threw her head back, laughing and spun around again, pulling Nevio into her ridiculous dancing.
Amo wasn't surprised she'd caught the attention of every guy in the vicinity. He didn't like that all eyes were on her and they didn't know she was his. He looked around to find that even Marco had his eyes upon Greta in a way that set his teeth on edge… He didn't like it. Amo pulled out his phone and called his father.
"Tell Marco to go help clean up Sam."
"I told you he's watching Greta, you are the one who wanted someone to watch her." Luca reminded his son.
"That's not his responsibility anymore. She's mine and if anyone is going to make sure she's safe, it will be me." Amo hung up the phone.
* * *Amo had never seen a ballet before. He had promised Nevio to help him get Greta here and stay protected. He had no intention of seeing her, she was too young and despite the kiss they shared, he still felt like he was kissing a child. It made him feel dirty, and that was saying something.
Amo snuck onto the balcony at Lincoln Center and sat in the dark corner. The judges called out her name and Greta walked onto the stage. Her face showed calm, yet there was tension in her shoulders. She was nervous. She wore a black leotard, nude tights, and a sheer short black skirt hung from her waist. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and despite it all, she looked elegant.
The music started, and Greta began dancing. The music was soft and Greta moved in a calm graceful manner. In some ways, the music seemed to fit her. The music screamed princess, and her twirls proved so. When the tempo of the piano changed and Greta's movements shifted, her body contorted in ways that only allowed from years of practice. But the emotion behind the dance changed, it was something dark. Her dance was full of passion and turmoil. While Amo always thought he could read Greta like a book, he realized now he merely skimmed the pages. She had let loose and was dancing for herself. Despite the four people who judged her audition, it was as if no one was in the room, and at this moment, Amo realized how complex one little dance could be. She embodied that of perfection; she moved in a way that was so beautiful and delicate in every form.
Feelings come at strange moments. When you lived a life such as Amo's, feelings conformed to rage and jealousy. All the years of being a made man caught up with him, he was hardened, and it would only get worse from here. These dark emotions choked out any good and left his heart black. But sometimes it only takes a moment, usually stumbled upon by accident in places and ways you'd never expect, it comes and goes as quick as the speed of light, but all it takes is once and it stays there, quietly resounding in the back of your mind. Amo had caught it.
He saw Greta in a way he never had before. He couldn't draw his eyes away from her, afraid she would disappear if he blinked. The music ended and the look on Greta's face said it all, she had done it and she knew it. She held such quiet confidence that he hadn't seen before today. There was something about the girl whose thoughts were loud but suppressed in silence. She knew she had blown the judges away with her waltz, the gleam in her eyes said it. She thanked them for their time and walked off the stage. Amo sat stunned, not entirely sure what to do with the new emotions that sat inside him. He had seen Greta in a new light. She wasn't a child anymore. She was a woman who held more than he knew.
As much as he wanted to run to Greta, sweep her off her feet and tell her how great she had done, he knew this moment needed to be hers and him showing up would take it away. Greta didn't need persuasion from the Famiglia to get her in, she had done it all on her own. She needed to think that she snuck away from home, into a foreign city, and did one thing for herself for once in her life. She needed this for herself, this one thing before her life changed for good, and Amo wouldn't dare take it away from her.
GretaGreta and Nevio sat in the window of a little cafe downtown. Now that her audition was over and her nerves had subsided she realized just how hungry she was and that she should definitely eat more than a bagel and espresso shots to last her a long day.
There were still a few more hours until their flight so Nevio insisted on eating because he was "on the verge of death due to starvation." Greta thought that was a bit dramatic, considering there were probably actual situations where he was legitimately closer to death. Still, Greta didn't say so, as she was so hungry herself.
"Sis, I knew you would do great, hell, better than great. You lit up that stage." Greta beamed in response.
"I felt like I was in my element. I can't imagine anything ever being able to top this moment." Greta's grin was so wide, that Nevio almost didn't say what he knew needed to be said.
"Well, since you won't ever get to step foot on that stage again, I'm sure that's the truth."
Greta's grin instantly dropped from her face.
"I know how you think you're supposed to answer, but really do you really wanna give it all up? And all for some fucking man whore who has a stupid-ass nickname."
Greta took a bite of her pasta, not in the mood to talk about the lingering thought in the back of her mind. She knew she would never be able to actually pursue dance once she got married, but she had avoided thinking about it.
"I still have almost a year. I don't wanna think about Amo, and I don't wanna think about next month or next week or anything else beyond now, today. I just want to enjoy each day to the fullest, and tonight I want to celebrate for dancing my butt off at Julliard! The girls I talked to while waiting, they carried the same passion as I did, they were saying stuff about being roommates, and late-night dances in Central Park-"
"Greta, you're going to be married…" Nevio gave her a sad look, "Don't fool yourself into getting excited about something you know can never happen. We arranged this trip just so you could have your last moment, but you know it ends here. When we get home, you might as well hang up your dancing shoes for good, and learn how to cook."
Greta did know. Her excitement diminished, as reality set in. "Oh, umm, I know. I was just saying that, you know, if I was one of those girls, they get to do that… but this- this was just for the memory… I know my duty. I didn't really mean me..." Greta swallowed back the emotion that was trying to leak out into her words, "I mean, it's exciting, for them. For the other girls. I'm happy for them that they get to follow...," and try as hard as she might the last two words could not come out any more substantial than a whisper, "...their dreams."
Nevio wanted to shoot someone, anyone, but there was no one he could kill to take away the pain his sister was going through. He searched for words to comfort her but knew he would never actually say them. She had to realize that canceling this wedding was her only chance at a real future. This had been a horrible idea. He never should have agreed to bring her to the audition. She told him countless times that it was just so she knew she could do it. That she wanted the experience. He knew it was a lie, but he just couldn't tell her no. She was looking anywhere but at him trying to get her tears under control when their waitress reappeared.
"Two slices of German Chocolate." She put the pieces of dessert down and quickly went to check on another table. Greta smiled half-heartedly down at the cake, not even attempting to hide from her brother see how red her eyes had become.
"Thank you, Nevio. You always seem to know just what I need." He watched as a tear splashed down on the table beside her plate. Little by little, bite after bite, her tears dried up. Nevio was grateful she was enjoying the cake, but what he wasn't grateful for was the fact that he wasn't the one who ordered it.
AmoAcross the street, Amo was seething. After the audition, Amo realized he was more committed than ever to not sleeping with anyone else until his wedding with Greta. His girl was stubborn; he had learned that over the years, and he also knew that whatever she put her mind to she could achieve because watching her on that stage it had been obvious her hard work had paid off. He felt lighter than he had in years when he watched her grab her brother's arm and prattle on about the audition. He didn't have to hear her words to get the gist of what she was saying. In her excitement, she was more animated than he had ever seen her before.
Over the years he had seen many sides to Greta Falcone. He had seen her sad when she dropped her cake, and he had seen her angry when he accused her parents of beating her, he had seen her embarrassed on a few occasions, he had never seen her this full of life and joy. She was simply shining and no one passing by her was left unaffected by it. So when Amo saw Nevio move slightly forward, and then his girl go from overjoyed to completely heartbroken, Amo wanted blood. He couldn't kill Greta's brother in front of her though, so he settled for quickly calling the restaurant and ordering a couple of slices of cake to her table. He wasn't going to order Nevio anything until he remembered the small child who stole the last slice of cake Amo had gotten for Greta, so he decided it was better to get the boy his own, even if he didn't deserve it. After he paid for the cake, Amo found himself watching them, his hands clenching so tight around his phone that the screen cracked. His father would be angry; it would be his fifth phone replacement this month.
Once the cake was gone and Greta had calmed down. Amo watched as her brother helped her up out of her seat. She clung to him and Amo found himself confused. If Nevio had been the cause of her tears why was she not shying away from him, as most women in her situation would do?
Amo followed the twins to the airport. Despite the law, he was still able to get through without a boarding pass. He watched them from a distance. As soon as Greta fell asleep on her brother's shoulder. Nevio made eye contact; of course, he had seen him. Amo walked towards them.
"You can stop following us now like a creepy stalker. Greta may not have noticed, but I saw you following us around."
"I was making sure she was protected. You are in my territory after all and she is my responsibility." Amo warned.
"Unfortunately." Nevio spat. "You better leave before she wakes up, I don't want you ruining her mood when she sees you."
"You've already done that, I don't know what you said to her in the restaurant, but I saw her face. I would kill you for making her feel that way if it wouldn't upset her so much."
Nevio laughed. 'He dares laugh at me?' Amo thought, feeling rage. "I didn't make her upset, you did." At Amo's confusion, Nevio continued. "She is giving up her dream because she is marrying you. I have never seen her as excited and happy as she was today, she was going on about how life at Juilliard would be, and I had to painfully remind her that it would never happen because of you. If she needs protection from anyone it's you and your family. If you want to do what's best for her call off this fucking joke of an engagement."
Amo didn't like the thought that her sadness was a result of him. He had never thought about all Greta would be giving up when she married him. He felt guilty, and he didn't like it, it made him want to punch something. Nevio's face sounded like a good idea, but his father had taught him better control than that. "What's best for her is being here with me where she's safe. So as my future wife, I will be the one to protect her. I will decide what's best for her," Amo said. He bent down and quietly whispered in her ear where Nevio could not overhear him, "I will keep you safe, I'll do what's best for you, and I think I'm falling in love with you, Greta." His lips brushed lightly towards the apple of her cheek, where he planted the softest of kisses.
Greta stirred but didn't open her eyes. "Nevio," she said groggily. "Stop trying to lick me again, your breath smells bad."
When the announcement came on saying it was time to board the plane, Amo disappeared so Greta wouldn't see him. He watched the curious twins walk up the terminal. He didn't like that he was responsible for Greta's sadness and he was determined to fix it somehow.