Galileo didn't have to go very far to find Meat. He heard her voice from her room in the hall, talking with Madonna (and he assumed Scaramouche) about a new-old Bohemian. Corey had been captured by Khashoggi's crew about three years ago, but had escaped and had been living in another shelter just outside of Globalsoft's territory. He had come back after Wembley, when he knew it was safe. Galileo listened carefully to what the girls were saying.

"I'unno, Mads. This Corey character…I really think that this one's one of the lasting spies. Don'tcha think his story is a bit far-fetched at least? And— "

Madonna cut her off. "Meat, honey, you think everyone's a spy." Galileo smiled to himself when he heard that, remembering when he and Scara had first met Meat and she was convinced that he was a spy. "B'sides, Scara seems to like him, and you know what a sceptic she is. Go easy on the guy, and don't scare him off like you did the last few."

Meatloaf squirmed as she remembered what Scara had told her about Corey. For once, Meat didn't really think this one was a spy—this time, it was purely to keep Scara's information a secret. "Well," she started off, not wanting to give away too much. "They do, er, have a bit of a history together I s'pose…" She remembered how the conversation started, and went back to the whole spy act. "But there's still something weird about the guy."

"Of course there is, he's a Bohemian!" Madonna laughed. "Really, Meat. You're too obsessed with this whole Secret Police thing. Now let's go find Macca and bribe some chocolate from him. Or espresso. Screw the freedom and the music: those two things are definitely the major perks of defeating Globalsoft."

Galileo heard the two girls walk closer to the door that he had his ear pressed against. It was clear that Scaramouche wasn't with them; so where was she? He quickly walked down the corridor back to his room, feeling the need to be alone again.

He had met Corey a few weeks ago, briefly. At five-foot-six, he was quite a bit shorter than Gaz. Galileo recalled their meeting; he was introduced to a short man in his early twenties with spiky blond hair and a well-built body. Something about the man reminded him of Scaramouche, although he couldn't quite place it. On the other hand, nearly everything reminded him of Scara in some way so he passed it off without a second thought. Now, however…Scara seems to like him. Those five words kept repeating themselves in Galileo's head. Corey hadn't been at the Heartbreak for long; and he knew how long it took for Scara to get over her initial dislike of everyone she met. There was no way she could actually like the guy, unless she had spent all of her time with him since he got there—or at least, most of her time. Now that Gaz thought about it, she hadn't been acting like herself since he came. He thought a little harder and remembered that it had started a few days after he came. Enough time to decide whether she liked him or not.

They have a bit of a history together. Meat's statement let Galileo know that she knew more than he did—but it also sounded like she wasn't about to tell what she knew to anyone. But what could it mean? Gaz assumed that Scara had known Corey from before, but how? Was he merely an acquaintance, or was he something more? It was the second thing that scared him. He couldn't—couldn't—lose Scara. She had let him know many times that the Dreamer was nothing without his bad-arsed babe. Gaz, although he would never admit it to anyone, knew it was true. If anything happened to Scaramouche to take her away from him…he shook off the thought. Maybe he was a family friend or something. Yeah, that could explain it. But why would that be so much of a secret? And why would Scara be spending all of her time with him? The more he thought, the more worried and worked up he got.

Just as things were about to get even more confusing in his head—a few random lyrics kept popping in and out of his thoughts—he heard his door open. Thinking it was Scaramouche at first, he leapt up with a huge grin on his face. The expression of happiness, however, was soon traded for surprise. Instead of seeing Scara bolting in his room, he saw…

Britney Spears.

"What…the…fuck," Galileo's mouth stayed wide open as he muttered those words. This couldn't be Brit; he was dead. Right? And why would he suddenly be showing up at Galileo's door? How did he even know which door—

Brit grinned. "What, did I interrupt something? Scara's good at dashing into the closet fast, isn't she?"

Galileo felt a tugging feeling in his heart when Brit said this. Brit must've noticed, because he changed the subject quickly.

"So, ah…I heard you brought rock n' roll back! I told Meat you were the Dreamer, but she just wouldn't believe me. Poor thing, probably still thinks I'm dead. I haven't been able to find her anywhere, is she off with Scara somewhere?"

Ignoring his question, Gaz plainly asked, "What happened to you?"

With a sigh, Brit explained. "Those laser guns Globalsoft had? Turns out computers really aren't all that great—but we knew that already. Instead of killing people, there was a glitch with the strength of the laser—luckily. Now, I'm no expert, but since I woke up yesterday I'm guessing it sends you into a deep, deep sleep. It's really just like rock n' roll, but you've already got that one taken care of."

"Wow…well, good thing you're not dead. And if it helps, I think Meat's gone with Mads to go bug Macca for some serious caffeine. That being said, you might not wanna go find her right now until she's had time to, er, recuperate. By the way, I guess you haven't seen Scara anywhere?" The look on Brit's face showed that he obviously hadn't been awake long enough yet to know about caffeine, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Nah, I figured she was with Meat if she wasn't here. You're the first one I've run into that I recognized so far. What is it with all these newbies? I walked from the entrance to here, and not one person asked how I got here until you did. I could've been an SP, or Khashoggi in disguise, or—"

"Khashoggi's actually on our side now," Galileo cut him off.

Brit's eyes widened in shock. "That…how…why would he…? Like I was saying, we need to up the security around here. Sooner or later Globalsoft will notice that their guns aren't working properly, and they'll fix it. We've gotta make sure that doesn't happen here again."

Galileo didn't want to get into a Globalsoft discussion. He figured he'd let someone else fill Brit in about everything later, because right now, he was too preoccupied thinking about Scara and Corey. "You know Brit? Maybe you should go find Meat. She'll probably forget all about her caffeine high the second she sees you," he turned to his bed. "I think I'm gonna get some sleep. I've had too many words going through my head, you know?"

Brit, of course, didn't know exactly how Galileo felt, seeing as he wasn't the Dreamer. He just smiled and nodded, and went off to go find Meat.

Sighing, Gaz was left alone with his thoughts again. He didn't want to be alone though; he wanted to be with Scaramouche, more than anything. He reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out the box again.

Scara was good at hiding things. She wasn't very good at hiding the fact that she was hiding something, but it was impossible to find out exactly what it was she was hiding. Could Scara be cheating on him? No, it couldn't happen. It shouldn't happen, anyways. The question still stayed in Galileo's head: What was she doing with Corey? Maybe it was some weird girl thing. Maybe that's why she only told Meat, and not him.

Or maybe, maybe it was something that would hurt him if he knew.