Kevin and Kayla were sitting around watching TV—or pretending to watch TV, anyway. Kayla had been very withdrawn recently, coming out of her shell only because she was worried about Sel, and now she was just staring off into space. Kevin thought he should probably try talking to her, just so she could let whatever was bothering her out (and maybe to rekindle the relationship between them). "Kayla?"

She stirred from her reverie and looked over at him. "Hm?"

"Is something bothering you?"

She shook her head. "I'm just worried about Sel…I mean, I know this'll sound crazy, but she really did like him—Azazel, I mean—and he really liked her… If he hadn't brought me along with her, she probably would've been more than willing to stay with him."

Kevin stared at her. "You can't be serious."

"I am. The heart is a funny thing…" She lapsed back into silence.

Kevin tried to focus on the TV, but couldn't. "Something else is bothering you, though…"

Kayla smiled a little bit. "Well…I don't want to stay here forever…I'm still pretty partial to the United States…"

"You want to go back?" he asked. He could understand this, seeing as they were still close enough to La Isla Des Demonas that if Azazel got out somehow, they'd be in danger.

Kayla shrugged. "Yeah, I do…I don't care where, but I just want to go back. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, where nobody we know would think to look for us, or somewhere in the middle of everything, where nobody could find us…"

Kurt came in then. "She wouldn't talk to me," he lied smoothly. His disturbed expression gave him away, but Kayla didn't say anything about it, so Kevin decided not to, either. Instead, he told Kurt what Kayla had told him.

"Oh. Well, I think that's a good idea, actually. We've got to get Sel out of here…it's not safe here, not so close to La Isla Des Demonas." Again, it was obvious that something was on his mind, something he wasn't telling them, but Kevin didn't press the issue.

"I'll go tell Sel," offered Kayla, getting up and heading to the other room.

There was something else on Kayla's mind—several things, actually. First and foremost, she didn't feel safe anymore, and she wanted some kind of protection—somebody who wasn't interested in a relationship with her, unlike Kevin and possibly Kurt (although his attention was rapidly shifting towards Selana). She thought she could possibly find such a person in the U.S., maybe by putting an ad in the classifieds.

Secondly, the knowledge that Eric and Nick were still around weighed heavily on her mind. This, of course, tied into the protection thing, and the sooner she could get into some sort of kickboxing or karate class, the better she'd feel.

Finally, her pregnancy was bothering her. She was afraid—and hopeful, at the same time—that the abuse she'd suffered at Nick's hands had damaged or killed the baby. She felt guilty about her conflicting thoughts on that issue, because it certainly wasn't the baby's fault that it came into being, and to wish for its death because of its father…

The quartet ended up in Bismarck, North Dakota. The airport was the smallest they'd ever seen, and they had to laugh amongst themselves at the slight Canadian accent present in some of the natives. Everybody was so friendly, which was quite a shock from what they were used to. Everything was cheaper than what they were used to, too. They settled into new apartments, and Kayla entered her ad in the paper (hoping that Kurt, Kevin, and Sel wouldn't read the classifieds):

Bodyguard needed!

Must be tall, strong, and willing to believe an unbelievable story.

Call (701) 663-1234 if interested.

"This is ridiculous!" Selana exclaimed as they headed to breakfast one morning. "We haven't even been here for a week and I'm already bored as hell. There's nothing to do in this hic town...who decided to come here, anyway?"

They all smiled at her attitude. After Kurt had talked to her, she seemed pretty much the same. They didn't bring up La Isla Des Demonas anymore, and Sel didn't talk about it, either.

"C'mon, Sel, I'm sure you'll find something you like here," Kayla assured. And she really hoped that Sel would find some reason to stay. She wanted to stay long enough for someone to answer her ad...

She shook her head. "I don't think so...I never really liked small towns. Are we going to stay here long? I'd rather be in Chicago or...Wisconsin."

"But you told me that you hated big cities!" Kayla said.

"I just haven't found a place I like yet," Selana answered, shrugging.

"Well, how about we go to a movie tonight? Then you won't be as bored," Kurt suggested, smirking.

"I don't think so," she replied, shaking her head. "There's probably nothing good on, anyway."

She'd been rejecting his offers for days, even if he invited Kayla and Kevin along. But naturally, Kayla and Kurt had devised a plan to trap Sel into going out with him.

"Actually, Sel, Kevin and I were going to go out tonight," Kayla announced, much to Kevin's surprise and pleasure. "So it's either we go to the movie together or sit in the apartment together."

"I guess...if there's nothing better to do."

The movie was ok, but Kayla was constantly distracted by the way Kevin was acting towards her. She knew she should've told him that this was only to get Sel and Kurt together, but she couldn't say that to him. It was a relief to her when they finally got back home and went to their separate apartments (as before, Kayla and Sel shared one and Kurt and Kevin shared another).

There was a message on the answering machine, and Sel went right to it. "No, I'll get it," said Kayla.

Sel gave Kayla a funny look. "Expecting a call?"

Kayla shrugged. "Kind of. You can go get ready for bed…"

"No, I want to hear this," said Sel.

"But if you go now, you can have the bathroom to yourself…"

Thankfully, that got Sel going. The girls always had some trouble sharing the bathroom. Kayla waited until she heard the bathroom door close before playing the message.

"Hi, this is Kenshin Himura, and I was calling about the job offer. I'll try calling again tomorrow. Bye."

Kenshin Himura? What kind of name is that? Kayla thought as she deleted the message. Definitely foreign, and he had an accent, too…

The next day, Kayla hurriedly got Sel out of the house, saying she didn't feel too good (Sel diagnosed it as morning sickness) and that maybe Sel and the guys could go out and do something, like go to the zoo. Sel rolled her eyes and said the zoo was for kids, but that's where she and the guys went. Kayla was relieved to see them go and immediately got of bed. The phone rang not long after Sel left, and Kayla answered it after the first ring. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Kenshin Himura…I was calling about that job?"

She told him where she lived and waited impatiently for him to show up. When he did, she was sorely disappointed. "Um…didn't you read the ad all the way through?" she asked immediately. The man was short (maybe an inch taller than her) and thin, and he was wearing the weirdest outfit she'd ever seen. He had white pants that were so baggy they looked like a skirt, a baggy magenta V-neck shirt, two-toed socks, and thongs. His red hair was very long and tied back in a ponytail, and his eyes were violet. He had a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek and a sword at his hip.

He smiled slightly. "That I did. Can I come in?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," mumbled Kayla. Kenshin walked in, his sandals slapping the floor. "I'm Kayla, by the way."

"And I'm Kenshin Himura. I realize I'm probably not what you expected, but if you'll let me explain why I applied for this job…" He smiled again, and Kayla nodded for him to continue. "First of all, my speed more than makes up for my lack of strength, and being tall would make me slower. I'm more than willing to believe an unbelievable story because I have one to tell myself, and I've been a very effective bodyguard several times in the past."

Kayla looked skeptical. "Can I see your resume?"

Kenshin looked uncomfortable. "I don't have one. I have a very good reason for that, though."

"And what might that be?"

"Well…for starters, I died more than a century ago."

Kayla gaped at him. "Are you crazy?"

"Not that I know of, ma'am. I was born June 20, 1849 in Japan, and early on I became an assassin—but I gave that up," he added hurriedly, seeing the shocked look on Kayla's face. "I've been hired as a bodyguard numerous times before, as I've said. I use my sword and my speed to help protect people, and I can truthfully say I was the best swordsman of my time." He touched the hilt of his sword almost lovingly. "When I died…well, I'd heard the Gospel, as they call it, but I didn't believe…so when I died, I went to Hell. I've been there for over a century now, as I've said, and I took the time to watch the world's goings-on—you can take in so much information when you're dead and have nothing better to do. So that's how I learned English, and I kept up with the U.S.—an intriguing country, really—and then I got out somehow. Of Hell, I mean. I don't know how; the air ripped in front of me recently, and then I was here…in Bismarck." He shrugged. "I don't have money and I still look the way I did at the prime of my life…so I need a job, if only so I can get some decent clothes and a good haircut."

Kayla gaped at him. "You were in Hell? Why didn't I see you there?"

Kenshin stared at Kayla. "This one doesn't think he's the only crazy one. Am I to understand that you were in Hell also?"

Kayla shook her head. "This is so weird…look, I actually believe you. I wouldn't if I hadn't had a certain recent experience… Well, sit down; now it's time for my unbelievable story."

They each took seats on the couch and Kenshin listened with rapt attention while Kayla told him what had happened to her in recent times. He was genuinely sympathetic toward her, and when she was through, he sat in thought for a few seconds before saying, "You know, I bet that Nils guy had something to do with me getting out. Maybe he accidentally opened another portal…"

Kayla nodded. "Well, anyway, back to the job thing. I suppose you can have it for now; nobody else has applied, and I doubt anybody else will. It's not common for people to have bodyguards unless they're rich or famous." She smirked a little. "Of which I am both—or rather, rich and infamous. But I think I should tell you right up front that I'm not interested in a relationship with you, or with anybody, for that matter. Otherwise, I would've been content with Kurt and Kevin around, but…well, they like me."

"That's fine," said Kenshin. "I would feel guilty…I was married before. Twice, actually."

On their way to the zoo, Selana convinced Kevin and Kurt to go to a bar instead. She knew that they would have more fun there, and so would she.

"I didn't know you liked drinking, Sel," Kevin said as they ordered another round of beers.

She shrugged in reply. "It's way better than the zoo. I'm sure San Diego's is better."

"You've been to San Diego?" Kurt asked.

"I've been to a lot of places that you don't know about," Selana answered, grinning.

Just then, Kevin spotted a pretty looking girl near the back of the bar. He did still want a relationship with Kayla, but she didn't seem to want to get involved with anyone, and maybe if he spent his time with someone else, Kayla would get jealous. "Well," he said, getting up from the table, "I'm going to buy someone a drink...hopefully I won't be back too soon."

"I hope he comes back empty-handed," Sel muttered.

"What did you say? Are you jealous?" Kurt asked.

"No! I just wish bad things on him, is all..."

"That's jealousy, Selana."

"I'm not jealous! It just makes me angry that he goes around trying to sleep with other girls when he says he's in love with Kayla! He's a womanizer, just like Nick," she said.

"You seem to be attracted to guys like that."

"Azazel's not like that," Selana said, glaring at Kurt.

"Maybe not what you knew him as," he answered. "Look, Sel, you might have thought he was nice to you, but he just wanted to get in bed with you."

"I don't care! Whatever you say, it's not going to change how I feel."

"If I can't change anything, then what's the harm in going out with me?" he asked her, smiling.

"Fine. We'll go out tonight, but I'm not going to like it," she answered angrily. "Look, Kev's coming back. Let's go back to the apartment...to make sure Kayla's okay."

The trio returned to their apartment complex shortly after noon. Sel let them into her and Kayla's apartment, where Kayla was busy making lunch and Kenshin was watching TV—or pretending to. His almond-shaped eyes were on the door before it opened, and he took a careful look at the three very confused people who came in. He smiled, recognizing them from what Kayla had told him about them. "Hi."

Sel gaped at him. "Kayla, who is that?"

"Kenshin Himura," said Kenshin.

"Let me rephrase that," said Sel, still not acknowledging Kenshin. "What is he doing here?"

"Well, he's my new bodyguard." Kayla smiled a little. "And that's not beer I smell, is it?"

"What do you need a bodyguard for when you have me and Kevin?" asked Kurt, ignoring Kayla's question. "We can take care of you and Sel!"

Kayla shrugged. "But you're not around all the time. Anyway, who's hungry?"

Sel and Kurt, somewhat satisfied, sat down and started eating right away. Kevin, however, did not. "Um, Kayla? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Kayla led him to her bedroom and closed the door behind him. "I know, I know, he doesn't look like he's fit for the job, but…I just want to feel safe, you know?"

"Why don't I make you feel safe?" asked Kevin, slightly hurt.

Kayla paused before answering. "Well…to tell the truth, I'm kind of scared to get into a relationship with anyone. I want somebody around me all the time to make me feel safe, but I don't want somebody who's interested in a relationship with me. I've…kind of had bad experiences with those kind of people, you know…"

"Kayla…" Kevin put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm not like them…"

"I know…but I'm still afraid…" She tensed when he pulled her into a hug, but forced herself to relax a bit. When he let her go, she took a step back and said, "I'm not ready yet…"

When they returned to the kitchen, Kenshin had already told Kurt and Sel about his past, and Kevin had to be filled in. Kayla got her food and sat down between Sel and Kenshin, away from Kevin. She ate quietly, and nobody seemed to notice her withdrawal—nobody except for Kevin and Kenshin. Sel and Kurt were too busy interrogating Kenshin and swapping stories with him.

"I don't want to go on this date!" Selana exclaimed later that night. Not long after lunch, Kayla and Sel had ushered Kevin and Kurt out of their apartment so they could be alone…with Kenshin there, of course. Kurt promised to pick Sel up at 7 as he left.

Kayla shrugged. "Well, then, don't go," she said simply.

"But if I don't go, then he'll keep asking me out, and I'm already sick of that!"

"That's it!" Kayla squealed. "If you tell him you're sick, then you don't have to go! And maybe he'll stop asking you out if you're not feeling well."

"No...then they wouldn't let you cook anymore because they would think it was food poisoning. And I like your cooking," Selana answered, smirking.

"Well, then you'll just have to go," she said. In a way, she wanted Selana to date Kurt, even if it didn't turn out, because she definitely didn't want Sel to keep her heart set on Azazel--that could mean trouble in the future.

Selana sighed. "I guess I'll have to. But I don't want to dress up for him, and I don't want to impress him, and I don't want to act nice," she said, looking through her closet to try and find something to wear.

Kayla rolled her eyes, kind of getting annoyed with Selana. "Then don't act nice! Just be yourself and maybe he won't like you anymore. I don't even know why you're my friend," she finished jokingly.

"You're right! Kurt and I are complete opposites, so there's no way we'll ever get along enough to be a couple. Thank you, Kayla!" Selana declared, giving her a quick hug just before heading into the bathroom with a dress in her hands.

That night, Kurt took Selana to Minerva's, a romantic Italian restaurant near the capital in Bismarck. Selana was determined not to have any fun. If she enjoyed herself, she might involuntarily consider going out with him again, and the only man she wanted in her thoughts was Azazel. She hoped that Kurt didn't possess the same irresistible charm that his father did.

"You're not having any fun, are you, Sel?" Kurt asked about halfway through their meal.

"I'll be frank. I'm bored as hell," she answered. "How could you tell?"

He smiled. "You try not to laugh, you hide your smiles, your vocabulary is suddenly limited to 'yes' and 'no'...it's pretty obvious."

"I'm sorry, Kurt, I just...I didn't even want to come," Selana confessed.

"Why not?"

She sighed. "Look, I really do like you...as a friend. I can't talk to Kevin anymore, and there are some things I'd rather not talk to Kayla about. I love talking to you, but I just don't want an intimate relationship...with anyone."

"Except Azazel," Kurt said coldly. "If you want him so much, why don't you go back to the Caribbean for him?"

"I can't just up and leave you guys..." Selana said softly. She had been hoping that this wouldn't escalate into a fight, but maybe it was for the best.

"See? You don't love him. Do you even know why he wanted you? He seduced you just to get you pregnant. You only think you're in love. My mother fell for him...that's how I was born." Hopefully that might sway her.

"If it isn't love, it's the closest I'll ever get!" she hissed, struggling not to raise her voice. "And I'm not worried about getting pregnant; I've been taking birth control since I was fourteen. I take it with me everywhere."

"I can't believe you won't--wait, fourteen?"

She blushed. "Eric raised me...and...living with him, I liked to rebel...anyway, it was only with Nick. But that's beside the point. Nothing you say about Azazel will change my views."

"Why can't you just give me a chance?" he pleaded. "After all, you're not with Azazel right now."

"First of all," Selana started, "we're complete opposites in every way. We'd never get along."

"That doesn't bother me," he replied, smiling. "'Opposites attract.'"

She bit her lip. "Secondly...I would...uh..."

"Yes?" he pressed.

"I'd...use you for...it would all be physical," she blurted out. "I'd use you for sex, and no matter what you do, I wouldn't fall in love." It wasn't the total truth, but the actual truth didn't seem to be a good enough excuse.

Kurt looked heartbroken, but didn't say a word. In a thick and rather awkward silence, they paid the bill and headed back to the apartments.

"What's bothering you?" asked Kenshin, hoping to break Kayla's long-running depression.

She shook her head. "Kevin's jealous of you." Then she changed the topic quickly. "Let's go shopping!"

Kayla dragged him to her favorite clothing store in the mall and made him try on tons of clothes before finally settling on one of everything. To tell the truth, Kenshin wasn't very comfortable in these new, Western-style clothes, but he figured he'd have to get over that. After paying for the clothes, Kayla made Kenshin go back and change into a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt (with his sword at his hip, of course). Their next stop was the barber, where Kenshin watched sorrowfully as his waist-length hair was cruelly chopped down to about one inch long. Kayla smiled when she saw his new haircut and chatted with the barber about what kind of shampoo and conditioner to get him. After she paid, she dragged him over to Bath and Body Works to get herself some new lotion and lip balm. Of course, while she was there, she couldn't help but get Kenshin some face wash and soap for his dry skin. After she paid, she got the weirdest look on her face, and she grabbed Kenshin and nearly dragged him down the mall to Target. To his surprise, she led him straight to the feminine hygiene section, where she skimmed over the shelves of pads and selected a couple large packages of them. She paid for them and went straight to the bathrooms, emerging a few minutes later with an opened package of pads.

Kenshin waited to speak until they were in the car driving back to the apartment, and then he asked, "I thought you said you were pregnant?"

Kayla remained silent for a few seconds. "I…I was."

She didn't have to say anymore.

When they got back to the apartment, Kayla dropped all of her shopping bags (of which there were many) and locked herself in her room. Sel, who was already back, looked at Kenshin strangely. "What's wrong with her?" Then she took in his new look and exclaimed, "Is that you?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Kayla insisted that I needed a makeover. And to your first question…she lost the baby."

Sel gasped. "Oh my gosh… Is…is that a good thing, or what?"

Kenshin shrugged again. "I don't know. I don't think she even knows."

Sel got up. "I…I'll go tell the guys. Maybe they'll think of something we can do to cheer her up…"

"Kenshin," Selana said before she left, "maybe you could try to talk to her...she might be more willing to talk to you since she doesn't know you that well." Before he could reply, she left. She couldn't help but be a little happy that there would be no baby in the picture, and because of that, she felt guilty. She didn't want to talk to Kayla herself because she knew she was being conceited, and she didn't want Kayla to figure that out.

The apartments were right next to each other, but Selana waited in the hallway before knocking on the door. She had no idea what to say or how to say it. Finally, she knocked on the door and Kevin answered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

She couldn't even make eye contact with him. "It's Kayla...she--"

"What? Is something wrong?" Kevin demanded, obviously concerned.

"Can I come in?"

"Did something happen to Kayla?"

Selana decided to let herself in, and sat at the table in the kitchen. Kurt was watching TV in the living room, but looked over with interest as she came in, and turned off the TV to listen.

"Kayla...she...lost the baby."

"Are you serious?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, and...she's not in the best mood right now, and I was thinking that you guys could go and talk to her," Selana said, hoping that they would leave.

Kevin sighed. "Well, let's go then."

"Aren't you coming, Sel?" Kurt asked as he headed towards the door.

"No, no...I'll just stay here for now."

"Are you sure? You're her best friend."

"Yeah. I'll come over later," she answered quickly. "You and Kevin should talk to her first."

Kenshin knocked hesitantly on Kayla's door. He had no idea why not knowing Kayla very well would make it easier to talk to her, but he'd rather try than just let her sit in there with whatever thoughts she might be having. She'd seemed depressed from the moment he met her, and this event certainly wouldn't help anything.

"Who is it?" called Kayla.

"Um…it's Kenshin," he called back. "Sel wanted me to talk to you."

A moment went by, and he was wondering if she had heard him when the door opened. She ushered him in, leaving her door open, and then sat down in a beanbag in the corner, next to a box of tissues and a trashcan. Kenshin didn't knowing what else to do, so he sat down cross-legged next to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he prompted.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know what to think or to do right now. I mean, I'm sort of happy that it's gone, because…well, you know… But then I feel guilty for thinking like that and…I don't know…I feel guilty, like I killed it or something…"

"But you didn't," said Kenshin quietly. "Nick did. You know that."

"Yeah, but…I…I almost think I wanted it dead." She blew her nose and reached for another tissue.

"That's understandable in your situation."

"No, it's not!" she shouted. She began to sob uncontrollably—and then Kevin entered the room.

Kevin practically pushed Kenshin out of the way so he could sit next to Kayla, shooting Kenshin a dirty look. Kenshin took the cue to leave and met Kurt out in the main room.

"How is she?" asked Kurt.

Kenshin shook his head. "Confused. But she'll be fine, soon enough."

"I hope Kevin doesn't upset her…"

"How would he do that?" asked Kenshin.

"I don't know, but I get the feeling he'll say something and she'll take it the wrong way—"

Just then, they heard a shout and Kevin tumbled into the hallway, Kayla's door slamming behind him.

"Like that," sighed Kurt. He went over to Kevin. "What happened?"

Kevin stumbled up. "I don't know. I was just talking to her, and then—"

"What did you say?" asked Kenshin, coming up beside Kurt.

Kevin glared at Kenshin, but responded, "I told her not to worry about it, since it was Eric's kid and she wouldn't have wanted it anyway."

Kurt and Kenshin stared at Kevin. "You said that?" hissed Kurt.

"Yeah, why? What's wrong? It's the truth, isn't it?"

Kayla burst out of her room. "No, it's not, you hateful, mean, cruel, heartless…" She trailed off as she grabbed her suitcase and carried it back into her room.

"What are you doing?" asked Kenshin.

She rounded on him. "I'm packing. Nobody seems to like it here, so let's go somewhere else."

Kurt stepped up to her. "Kayla…I need to tell you something…"

"What? Whatever it is, you can say it here in front of them."

Kurt glanced at Kevin, cleared his throat, and then started: "Well, you see, I don't think Kevin really meant what he said—no, wait, let me finish. Sometimes, his tongue works faster than his brain, and he says stuff he hasn't thought through…"

"Hold on. Don't make excuses for me, Kurt. I meant that. It's Eric kid, and it deserved what it got."

Kayla slapped Kevin hard. "Don't you ever say that again. That was my kid, too, and when it comes right down to it, its parentage doesn't matter. What matters is that it's a baby, a person, a human being, and it was by no fault of its own that it was conceived. Got it?" Kevin started to say something, but she slapped him again. "Nod or shake your head. It's not that hard." He nodded, afraid she might slap him again. "Good. Now you and Kurt might want to leave and start packing."

They both followed her orders meekly. She waited until they left before leaning against the wall and crying again. "I didn't want to be that mean to him, but when he said that…"

Kenshin gently peeled her hand from her suitcase. "I'll start packing for you. You should take a nap or something." She nodded, so he took her arm and led her to her bed, where she flopped down on the covers and buried her face in her pillow. She reached out one hand, searching for something. Kenshin set the box of tissues next to her, thinking that was what she wanted. But she pushed it away and reached out again, finding his hand and pressing it, just for a second. Then she let go and pulled her hand back underneath her pillow.

Kenshin headed out of her room to the living room, his emotions and thoughts a confused jumble. Nevertheless, he forced himself to concentrate and he valiantly started on the daunting task of packing his and Kayla's new clothes, of which there was plenty.

In a way, Selana felt the same as Kevin. She hated Eric with every fiber of her being, and she didn't want another miniature him running around. Sure, Kayla was the mother, but there was always a chance that the baby would be exactly like Eric. And she couldn't imagine helping to care for a child that had the same blonde hair, blue eyes, and cocky smile as the person she loathed.

Just then, Kevin and Kurt came back. "How did everything go?" Selana asked, seeing their expressions and fearing the worst.

"You should go back to your own apartment," Kevin said bitterly. "Kayla's packing...she wants to leave North Dakota." And with that, he disappeared into his bedroom.

"What's wrong with him?" Sel asked, confused.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "If he wouldn't have opened his mouth, nothing would be wrong."

"What did he say?"

"That Kayla didn't want the baby anyway because it was Eric's...and of course, she didn't respond to that too well," he answered.

Now Sel felt guiltier than ever. She had to go back to the apartment, but she was afraid that Kayla would be able to tell what she was thinking. But there was no way to stall any longer, and she especially didn't want to talk to Kurt. "All right. Well, I'll go back and try to...ah, talk to her." She quickly left, but decided to stay in the hallway for a bit. Packing would be easy; she didn't have much.