Disclaimer: Yeah. I still don't own FFVII. Bummer.

A/N: You think you've seen 'cracked out,' Espers? You've seen NUTHIN til this chapter. XD And he03, you will definitely find out about Shera and Bradley. I can only hope that it satisfies you when you do. (Grin) Thank you to all of my reviewers! I'll try harder to make my updates more periodic.

Chapter Four

You, Me, And The Stars!

\/\/\/

Things were looking fuzzier than they should have. The walls were spinning and the floor seemed to dip deeper than it had coming in. Reno and Rude were sitting at the far end of the counter, their barstools appearing to sit much higher than they had before. The Turks were drunk.

"Man, these have been some good times, haven't they, Rude?" Reno held his drink up in a toast, chuckling with glazed eyes. Rude only grunted as he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "I mean, sure, there have been our ups and downs, but, man, all in all, it's not too bad. I actually enjoy the job."

Rude staggered to his feet, holding the counter with both of his hands for support. Once he had successfully regained his balance, he reached out to take Reno's hand, who missed it several times with his blurry vision. He would have fallen from his stool, but the blow of Rude's old seat cushioned his chest when he doubled over and gagged. Rude immediately went to help his friend.

Reno grabbed his shoulders, nearly pulling Rude down on top of him in an effort to stand up straight himself and began to laugh again. "Yup, never better. I still remember the day I joined, too. Then there was this huge party and everyone went streakin' on Halloween…"

Rude was supporting the other man's weight with an arm under Reno's, and the two slowly headed for the door, neither able to effectively tell what was in front of them. Plants were knocked over, chairs were overturned, but all in all, the door was the best security once found.

"Let's head back to the hotel," Rude suggested, his voice slurred slightly, but obviously held with much better composure than his comrade's.

"Damn, is that the way to spend the rest of the day? In a room? Let's just find the next bar."

Rude couldn't tell a bar apart from a bathroom if he had been given the choice.

\/\/\/

She was there upon Yuffie's request to help find Shera, who had gone missing, apparently, until her whole world had gone black and was redecorated with expensive linen cloth, velvet curtains with gold lining, and an oversized, red, silk bed. Her lack of movement indicated that she was gagged and tied, and she looked down at herself to see a much revealing black dress. When anyone had had time to strap it on her, she wasn't sure and hadn't been aware of it.

It's in really bad taste, that's for sure. Whoever picked it out has a horrible sense of fashion.

She suddenly caught the scent of jasmine and some other heavily strong smell like peppermint. Either way, it tickled her nose and made her sneeze. Tifa Lockheart suddenly jolted up at the sound of footsteps, and she could've sworn she could hear a sort of song play in the background. It sounded something like…Don Corneo's theme…

"How'dya like my house? Pretty big, isn't it?"

Tifa's head whirled towards the intimidating set of stairs to her left as a rather pompous Don Corneo, still clad in his satin, red coat with white fluffs, stalked down the stairs, grinning.

How did he survive that fall from Wutai? Is he like…immortal?

Twiddling his Twinkie sized fingers, Don reached over and pulled the gag from Tifa's mouth.

"You'll never get away with this, Don Corneo!"

He puffed out his chest, bringing decorated hands with jewel embossed rings to the collar of his shirt. "But, my dear, I already haaave."

She frowned, leaning back in the seat of the big couch she was seated upon.

"What am I doing here!?" she cried.

"You are one of the participants in my game for finding the perfect wife," he explained. "Let me ask you something, darling. Who's your daddy?"

"My daddy's dead."

"Wrong! I'm your daddy!"

She shivered at the thought. He seemed amused. He leaned down over her, looking at her face with such a dark intent, that she dared not to think it. He chuckled and then stood up straight.

"You and I are gonna have lots of fun, babe!" He seized her by the shoulders, puckering up his fat lips.

"Quit it! That hurts!"

"Yeah, but only for a second! Let me kiss your boo-boo!"

"What's going on here!?"

The intrusion caused Don to break away from Tifa, who immediately glanced up to see a man dressed in a blue suit, microphone in hand. His eyes were wide, and his mouth, lined by a thin moustache and goatee, was agape. But, then again, Reeve always did manage to come at the wrong place during the wrong time. And that Don Corneo theme that Tifa had been hearing the whole time was gone now, as though it had been vanished away to some far off place.

But she wasn't quite prepared to see Reeve knocked out by such celerity demonstrated by someone like Don Corneo.

Five minutes later, the Shinra executive and Cait Sith mastermind was sitting next to Tifa, dressed in a snazzy, Hawaiian vest with a white tank top and soft, red pants. Even the polished, black and white shoes were a bit of a romantic touch. Constrained and bound just as Tifa was, Reeve seemed most displeased with the outcome. And dammit, Tifa could hear that Don Corneo music again in her head.

"Now I got me two pretty ponies to ride! I'm gonna stick my spurs so far into you, babe."

Reeve gagged and Tifa was speechless.

"You…you would actually…" the Shinra executive trailed off.

Don Corneo shrugged. "When you're left out in the wild without anything to fondle for six months on end, you learn that…anything goes."

"Dear Lord!" Reeve cried, struggling to loosen his binds.

"Those ain't comin' off," the Don remarked, watching as the man effortlessly tried. Then he threw his head back and laughed.

Reeve, finally settling down, glared at him, and muttered, "Fat bastard."

Don sat down across from them, rubbing his hands together. "Now, who gets to go first?"

"You can't do this!" the former leader of the Urban Planning Development shouted, causing Tifa to pull away from him in fright. "I'm on a quest! An important quest!"

"I'm on a quest, too. I'm going down, baby!"

It was enough to silence the Shinra executive.

"Don Corneo, you're the most vile, disgusting man it's ever been my misfortune to know!" Tifa picked up the slack when Reeve quit. The Don only smiled.

"That's the nicest compliment anyone's ever given to me, babe."

The bartender grimaced, realizing her plan had not quite worked in the right way.

"Will no one help us!?" Reeve shouted into the sky.

"I'll help you right out of your clothes, darling," the Don twirled one side of his moustache and the other man looked close to vomiting.

\/\/\/

"Whaddya givin' me that look for!?" Cid shouted at the lady behind the window. "Just 'cuz I wanna go on the Gondola with a male stuffed toy does not imply anything 'bout me! Now give me the damned tickets before I overturn your little outhouse and roll you down the damn hill!"

The lady had appeared confident at first. But if anyone had been anyone, they would've known that no matter what, right or wrong, no one could argue with Cid Highwind. When she had denied him granted access to the Gondola, she immediately regretted that course of action afterwards. Cid had looks that could kill, and that had nothing to do with his attractiveness. Going from a smug face to more of a sorry one, the lady threw together some sloppy apology, looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"Y-Yessir…" the frightened woman pulled the two tickets out from the machine in front of her and held them out with a shaky hand to Cid Highwind. He grunted as he snatched them out of her hand and turned to Cait Sith.

The first thing he noticed was how paralyzed the toy looked.

"Spybot?" Cid quirked an eyebrow, hesitant on handing out the ticket. "You okay?"

Cait Sith did not reply at first, making the pilot feel a bit uneasy, and then a soft whisper emerged.

"I'm afraid I can't go with you this time, Cid. I'm…uh…sort of in a bind right now. You're gonna have to go by yourself."

"What!? You and I are in this together, Spybot! You can't abandon me now!"

There was another round of silence before Cait Sith spoke again, "The people here will take care of my stuffed body for the moment, but you'd better get on the Gondola before Shera and that guy get away." There was another pause. "She is up there, right?"

"Yeah," Cid answered, a little more calmly, remembering watching the car take off two minutes prior. Cid couldn't believe the lunatic of a toy had been right. For as long as Cid had known, Shera was terrified of heights. But when he saw Shera take Bradley's hand and step onto the car, he wondered why it was he had thought that in the first place. And now that they were so high in the air and Cid couldn't go after them directly, he had immediately threatened the woman at the front. "But what the hell is happening to you?"

"I…I can't talk now! He's coming back!" Then Cait went silent.

The pilot stood there, awkwardly. "Spybot…? Spybot…? Ya there?" This was all very confusing, Cid found. First, Shera and Bradley had run off together and now Cait was turning chicken at the moment of battle. What else could go wrong? After a moment of no response, the Captain frowned and kicked the fat, white Mog. "Fine, screw you." He turned to walk off, boarding the Gondola, and then immediately looked back out at the lady he had earlier threatened. "Yo! You'd better speed this thing up! I need to get right in behind the other Gondola, ya hear!?"

"B-But sir…!"

"HEY!"

"A-All right…" The pilot found that it was a very interesting thing when people decided not to argue with him anymore. They just gave up their spines like they were giving up their will to live. Well, maybe that was a little drastic…

Cid plopped down onto the seat, folding his arms over his chest, and stared ahead. The takeoff was a bit bumpy, but Cid could feel things begin to speed up and he leaned forward, squinting. He knew the second car was up ahead, and it gave Cid the jitters. The bastard is in there with her! Man…what if he's proposing to her now? What then!? …I'll jump into that car and push him out the window, that's what! Damn rich boy trying to hit on naïve women…

Then he found himself impatiently tapping his foot. He frowned. The hell am I so nervous fer? This shouldn't be a problem. Why the hell am I even up here in this freakin' car, anyway? Must be out of my damn tree. Then Cid realized how incompetent those short little questions and answers sounded. He didn't exactly know why he was up in the Gondola or what had motivated him to come to Gold Saucer in the first place. Sure, he cared about whether or not Shera made some terrible mistake in her life, but marriage was different.

Cid had never met the guy, save the two minutes he and Shera had been on the porch together, but every red flag with an ungodly reason that he and Shera should not be together popped up in Cid's mind. The guy was rich, handsome, had a suave way of talking, and probably a swell personality that made him a chick magnet. He was the very kind of person that all women dreamed about, but was warned about by their mothers.

And Shera…well…Shera had saved his life—twice, to be precise—and had been right about the oxygen tank. Despite his negative thoughts of her, he wanted to see her happy, he supposed, but he knew about guys like Bradshaw Whatever-his-last-name-was. It would be cruel to let Shera go off with some guy like that, especially when he always saw her as the type to have no real experience with men. Well, after the time we've spent together, that's my opinion. Guess it's a poor judgment, but who's keepin' track?

Cid shifted in his seat as his Gondola car approached Shera's from the other rail. He bit his bottom lip in frustration, anticipating what he would see. Wait, what? That sounds stupid. So what if they're making out? So what if he's on bended knee, her hand in his, and a velvet box in the vicinity? So what if she's crying and has her arms wrapped around his neck after saying "yes" ta him?

In the flash of a second, Cid was on the other side of the car, leaning far out the other window, only a few feet behind Shera's car. I'll kill him, that's what. He could make out the sound of a soft and delicate voice coming from the other Gondola.

"…and I really think he's catching onto us. We have to be more careful or else he'll suspect something is going on." Cid was gripping the frame until his knuckles turned white and lost all feeling. It was Shera's voice.

"Hmm…probably so. But what do you expect? He followed us all the way out to Costa Del Sol. It will only be a matter of time until he shows up here."

The pilot's face changed just as fast as Bradley's words had left his mouth. A dark cloud had materialized above him.

"Yes, I can't believe he came there. He has no reason to suspect anything yet. I'm afraid he might start questioning my habits though. He already found out I was stealing the mail."

"Are you serious? We may have no choice but to tell him, Shera. I'm certain he'll understand once he realizes that it's truly for the better. I'm rather tired of beating around the bush."

"Me too. All right, it's settled. When we get back to Rocket Town, we'll tell him together."

"Agreed. Now, let's enjoy the rest of our trip, shall we?"

She giggled. "Let's go to the play after this."

"My, that's a splendid idea."

Cid didn't know how to feel. Betrayed? No…Betrayal was too strong of a word. …Or was it? How could he be so blind? It hadn't been that Bradshaw had just been after Shera, but, evidently, she had feelings for him too.

I shoulda known… He blew air through his lips. I shoulda known by the way she's been actin' that this wasn't no one-sided affair. She and the punk have been carrying on for some time now.

He had been left in the dark. And he hated being left in the dark. He had been lied to, and left on the backburner, and was now the third wheel, and…

"Damn them both," Cid murmured, his car slowly falling behind theirs as the speed began to decrease. Almost as though there was a malfunction…or something that was happening that was better left unseen. That made him angrier.

He wanted to jump into the other car, scream at the two of them, or at least beat one of them to a pulp. Here he had gone to save the world and risked his own damn life only to come back and find out about all of this! How ungrateful could one person be!? Who knew what had been going on before that time! He could have come to the house and the two could've been talking…or kissing…and that eventually led to…

Cid growled and kicked the bench in despair. Then he sat back down, looking in his jacket for a cigarette and waiting for the miserable trip to be over with.

\/\/\/

Barret came barging out of the hotel as fast as he could, eager to get his stupid "mission" over with so that he could go back to Kalm with Marlene. He hated troubling Aeris' mother, Elmyra to babysit her, but he was in Corel anyway because of some repairs and things just got worse after Yuffie had called. Either way, he was angrier at having to run someone else's errands. Cid was no exception.

He stopped at the various set of "tombstones" meant to be used to deposit a person to another place around the Gold Saucer. He frowned as he contemplated where he should go first. If I was a woman, where would I go first? …Now dat's a scary thought… Big burly Barret scratched his chin, remembering that he had to shave soon, and then caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look at it and realized that it was a cleverly made tombstone hiding some distance away from the others.

"Da hell is dat thing doin' over there? Never seen it before…" Curiosity overwhelming him, he wandered beyond the other graves and to the back, leaning forward to read the tombstone.

\/\/\/

Reeve was uncomfortable. Tifa was worse off.

The Don was wandering back and forth, grinning, his fingers twitching with excitement.

"Hoo boy," he said, licking his lips. "Where should I begin first?"

"How about letting us go?" Reeve's monotonous request was rewarded with a hand on his thigh. The Shinra executive shuddered and bounced himself away to the other edge of the couch. Don sat in between them, placing a hand on each of his victim's shoulders.

"Ain't this great, my little chickadees? Just you, me, and the stars!" At this, he threw his arms up over his head, spreading them wide as he tossed his head back and laughed.

"Gods, he's really going to do it! He's really going to violate us!" Reeve cried.

"Cloud!" Tifa shouted to no one in particular. "Where the hell are you!?"

All of a sudden there was a large crash that resounded throughout the room and Reeve realized that that stupid little ditty he recognized to be the Don's "theme" instantly vanished. Several boards and other scattered debris circled on the floor around a rather large black man, who was laying flat on his back. He cursed and struggled to sit up, shaking the fall from his head.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered angrily, rubbing the sore spot on his back. "Why da hell didn't dat thing say where it fuckin' went? Damn near paralyzed myself."

"Barret!" Tifa screamed, hope rising in her voice. A wide smile appeared on her face.

Barret looked up at the sound of his name, eyes unfocused, and he blinked several times. When he reopened them, his jaw dropped.

"T-Tifa!?" Then he looked to Reeve. "You! You dat…dat…!"

Don Corneo stepped in the way. "What?"

The big, burly man squinted. "Hey…Hey I know you…" After a few moments of unsuccessful recognition, Barret pushed himself to his feet and stepped in a little closer. "Wait…you dat…dat Ron dude! Shit! Let Tifa and da man go right now!"

"Why don't you try and make me?" Don spread his fingers over his chest, the jewel embossed rings sparkling like diamonds.

"I'll do better dan dat! I'll knock yer balls straight off!" Barret clutched his gun arm and began to shoot around the place, destroying vases, pictures, and other fine assortments, such as the red, velvety curtains above the bed.

Reeve watched him run forward, bullets still shooting everywhere, and then something happened. It was all so fast that the Shinra executive couldn't even believe it! One minute Barret was running like he was going to jump and flatten the Don like a badly shaped pancake. The next minute, Barret was on the floor, unconscious, and a very smug Don was standing above him. There had been a punch…or so Reeve thought. He couldn't exactly remember.

"I don't believe this," he muttered as he watched Don Corneo drag Barret off into another room.

Things were a little dim after that. The next thing he knew, a very unhappy and fettered Barret Wallace was sitting on the couch in between Tifa and himself. A beret rested upon his head and star shaped glittery glasses (multicolored feathers added on the ends, of course) decorated his usually fierce eyes. A fuchsia dress shirt was laid underneath a brown scarf that was wrapped loosely around his shoulders, and black suede pants crunched as he tried to move his knees and remove himself from his binds. Cowboy boots were brought on where the pants left off.

The Don was walking down the stairs again, the same theme that was ringing in Reeve's ears earlier starting up again. He cursed the Don's theme.

"Tic Tac Toe! Three in a row! The Don scores again!" He hopped down the last two stairs, cracking his knuckles.

"Da hell is dis!? Fuchsia ain't my color, bitch!" Barret looked down, staring from right to left at the atrocity that had been placed upon him. Such heresy!

"Would you rather I take it off?" the Don asked in that ever so cunning voice of his. Barret's voice immediately went down twenty notches in volume.

"No, dat's…dat's awright, thank you."

"Gah," Reeve sat there, scowling.

"Don, I hope you're ready for the consequences because when Cloud finds you, you'll be in lots of trouble!" Tifa sat up straight in her seat. "He'll make sure you'll never be able to walk again! He'll give you such a nutcrunch that you'll have to go searching internally to find them! Cloud will never let you get away with this! He's loyal to his friends and will search all ends of the earth to find them! He'll—"

"Give it a rest, Tifa!" Reeve spat, his patience thinning. "Cloud ain't ever going to find us and that's that! Besides, we're bound to be violated far sooner than he can find out about it! So take it like a woman, all right!?"

Tifa's mouth snapped shut and she looked at Reeve with such a face that read "Whose side are you on, buddy!?" Still, she said nothing more and sulked.

Barret forced a smile. "Yer not…really like that, are ya? I mean, we're men, right? Men gotta stick together!"

"That's right! Literally!" Then the Don threw his head back for the umpteenth time and laughed…Laughed like he had won…because, technically, he had.

Then Barret…big, burly, buff ol' Barret…doubled over and began to cry. "I knew I shoulda got married again! Damn it all!"

"It's up to Cloud to save us now," Tifa repeated softly, though Reeve was sick of hearing it.

On the other hand, he was the only one who could save them. After all, he was the leader.

"I wonder where he is…?" the Shinra executive wondered aloud.

\/\/\/

"Now where the hell did everyone go!?" Cloud was running back and forth throughout the hotel, angrier than when he had first arrived. Barret was nowhere to be found, he couldn't reach Yuffie on the PHS, and Cid wasn't in the accessory shop anymore…Well, not that he expected him to be.

He slapped his thighs in frustration and stomped out to all the tombstones.

"Dammit, Tifa was supposed to meet me here, too. All my friends are blowing me off! What a bunch of assholes…" Scowling and saying other things that were quite inappropriate, Cloud wandered to Speed Square, questioning if he hadn't passed them going some other way.

Sure enough, they weren't there. He cursed again and kicked the railing, instantly regretting it and grabbing his leg in pain. He lost balance and tripped, falling to the floor.

Then the PHS rang.

Digging into his pocket with one hand and still favoring his leg with the other, he withdrew the tiny phone and flipped it open.

"Ouch…Hello? Damn! This is Cloud."

"…Cloud? What are you doing? It sounds like you're molesting yourself." It was Yuffie.

The blonde ex-mercenary was definitely more irate than when he had first come to Gold Saucer. "Shut up, would ya? Why haven't you been answering the PHS when I called?"

"I've been busy, too, Cloud! Have you found them yet?"

"No!" he spat into the receiver. "In fact, everyone's up and disappeared on me! Barret's gone, Tifa never showed up, and Cid is probably off mangling Shera's new boyfriend!"

"All right, all right. Meet Red and I back at the tram and we'll talk. There's gotta be someone who knows where they are."

Cloud's eyes narrowed. "So I'll take it that you don't know where they are, either."

"Sorry, Cloud. We're trying, though. Just meet us back at the tram, got it? And don't be late!"

The other end hung up and Cloud sighed, closing the phone and putting it away. He used the rail to aid him as he struggled to stand, limping. When he turned, he saw the body of Cait Sith being wheeled away on a cart by one of the Gold Saucer employees.

"Cait Sith?"

The robot said nothing, and the employee was ready to turn the corner.

"Cait Sith!" Cloud hobbled over to the stairs and the man wheeling the white, stuffed toy away stopped, startled. "Cait Sith, what's going on?"

There was only silence and the blonde former mercenary wasn't sure what to do. Normally, the stuffed toy was overly talkative, and cheerful. This wasn't at all like him. He tapped the white moogle on the shoulder.

"Cait, this isn't funny. I'm really not in the mood to be screwed with. What are you doing here?"

He was rewarded with another round of silence. The creases around his lips deepened.

"Son of a—"

"Cloud," it came as a low, hoarse whisper. "Cloud, you gotta help us."

"Cait?" Cloud quirked an eyebrow.

"We're in trouble, Cloud. You gotta come and fast!"

"Huh? Come where? Who's with you?"

"C-Can't talk anymore! He's coming! Hurry Cloud!"

Then Cait Sith was heard no more.

"Cait Sith? …Cait Sith?" Cloud turned away. "Gah! What the hell ever! How am I supposed to help you if I don't know where you are!? …I'm gonna go find Yuffie."

\/\/\/

There should've been gray hairs coming out of Cid Highwind's head. Or at least he should have been bald from tearing out his hair. He couldn't believe it. He simply couldn't believe it. How could Shera DO this!? She had been carrying on in a relationship with this guy and she hadn't even bothered to so much as TELL him about it! Things like these were important!

Or at least…Cid thought so.

He wasn't hurt or anything stupid like that. He was just pissed. First, she stole his mail, and then she took off on him without caring about what happened to the house! Cid wasn't good with making dinner or dusting or any of that crap. How could she just up and change everything without warning? And now she was going to get married to the numbskull!

He wanted to give her a piece of his mind and tell her exactly what he thought of her and Bradshaw or whatever the flying pheasant his name was. He wanted to tell her how selfish and self-centered she was for pulling all of this, just after he had helped save the world, no less! Most of all, he wanted to break her boyfriend's arm.

He followed them to the attraction center where a play was being shown for the night. They were stopped by one of the employees, who was waving a flyer at them, and he hid quite some distance behind.

"Tonight's Enchantment Night! All the attractions are free." He stepped forward and gently took Shera by the arm. "How 'bout it you two? There's going to be an entertaining show in Event Square!"

Shera looked to Bradley, who was nodding.

"I think it will be fun."

A smile lit her face. It was a smile that she seemed to be showing more to him than she ever had for Cid. The pilot stood in the dark with a clenched fist.

"You're right. Let's do it."

"Hey, that's great!" the guy said and stepped aside, allowing them to pass.

A moment after they had vanished, Cid walked up to the man, who blocked his way.

"Sorry, sir," the employee held a hand up to Cid in refusal. "Couples only beyond this point."

Access denied… "Lissen, punk. I ain't in a very cheery mood and you'd do better if you didn't stand in my way, else I'm gonna beat your ass black and blue, got it?"

"Sir, I don't make the rules, I just enfor—"

Cid sent his fist flying into the man's face. The crumpled body was thrown backwards and the employee landed in an unconscious state on the floor, blood trailing down his seemingly broken nose. Dusting his hand on his pant leg, Cid walked past him to hear another man talking. He peeked inside to see Shera and Brad-dog in front of him.

"Congratulations!" the fat man cheered. "You are our one hundredth couple today! You two will be the leads in tonight's show!"

"W-What?" Shera was even more nervous. She clung to Bradley's arm. "But…But I…"

"She don't do well with crowds, you big jerk," Cid muttered, observing the situation. "If ya knew anything 'bout her, ya'd know that!"

"Shera," Brad-wuss began, "I'll be right here beside you, I promise it will be all right." The Captain had the urge to stick a finger down his throat and gag.

Shera was still nervous and the fat man tried to reassure her, "Oh, now, it's not hard. Just play it however you want to and the rest of the cast will cover up for you."

Again, the female engineer looked from the fat man to Bradley. At his nod, she agreed.

"All right. This might be fun."

Cid wanted to kick the wall.

"Come this way," the fat man guided them to the back.

Now unguarded, Cid went in, glanced around, and then his head was filled with such a cruel idea, it would make Sephiroth embarrassed. Well…maybe not that bad. Nevertheless, he couldn't be talked out of this one. He followed Shera and her companion to the back.

He avoided them when they were led to the changing room and tightly turned the corner with great caution. People were coming and going, but most were already waiting at the stage. Now was his chance to get back at them for screwing up his life.

A door could be seen from across the hall labeled 'extra costumes' and Cid quickly moved inside. He shut the door behind him and looked at the stacks and stacks of costumes piled on top of each other in the room. Some ranged from older times, to westerns, to even futuristic. Then he saw one that was perfect. He turned back to the door, wary of trespassers, and then lunged forward to snatch the costume up from its spot on top of a box.

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The Don is pure humor. Nothing more. …We think. I actually LIKE the Don, so I'm not really bashing him. The whole Don idea in the story came from a 3D Movie Maker thing my brother, his friend, and I did. Sorry about the crackness. …No. Not really.