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Kathleen

Riley and I were walking around with the tourists when Ben began to pull off his plan. However, there would be one unexpected appearance.

"Abigail?"

"Abigail?" The other three of us repeated.

"What is she doing here?" Riley asked through clenched teeth.

"Yes, I'd like to know this myself." I could sense growing annoyance in Nicole's tone.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked up and spotted Ben and the blonde standing on the stairs talking. I couldn't hear what Abigail was saying, but I knew what she was saying anyways.

"Well that's very nice, but it's kind of a bad time." Ben paused while Abby spoke. "It's a bad time."

"Remember the plan, Ben." Nicole hissed. I know she only used that tone when she was extremely annoyed or angry.

"I'm not the one who's making a scene right now."

"No, we want to make a scene." Nicole reminded him.

I tightened my grip Riley's arm. "Brace yourself."

"What do y-"

"Well then FINE! IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT THEN LET'S HAVE IT OUT RIGHT NOW!"

"That." I winced.

Riley's hand flew to his ear, as Ben's shouting had been magnified by the ear piece. "Holy…"

I elbowed him to keep him from finishing the sentence.

"Let me guess?! It's the WRONG PLACE! It's the WRONG TIME! I'm WRONG AGAIN! Wrong about us! Wrong about Thomas Gates! Wrong that you'd like the Queen Anne chair!"

I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter. Being able to watch this scene in person was even more amusing, and Ben looked pretty ridiculous. I could even hear Nicole snickering in the background.

"You're wrong to assume I'd like the chair!"

"See, everybody? Listen to this! This is more interesting than that." Ben put his arm around the neck of a random tourist, who looked very perplexed and slightly frightened. Riley and I continued to watch on in amusement.

"She thinks that even when I'm right, I'm wrong!" Ben released the man and turned to Abigail. "Abigail, just because I answer a question quickly doesn't make it wrong!"

"Not if the right answer is something we can figure out together, as a couple, that's what couples do, Ben."

"Couple?" I could imagine the furious expression on Nicole's face. "I beg to differ, Blondie."

The security guard walked over to where Ben and Abby were fighting and said a few words.

"Oh, now look what you've done. You're brought the little bobbies down on us. You take the missus outside. I'm staying right here." Ben proceeded to throw his leg over the banister and slide down it.

Riley covered his eyes in embarrassment. "I don't know him." He muttered.

Ben and the guard began to fight, and then the guard dragged Ben and Abigail away while I could hear Nicole laughing at Ben's ridiculous singing.

"That was genius, Ben. Absolute genius."

"Wow…" I breathed. "That was really weird…"

"You're up, guys." Nicole whispered. I was suddenly extremely nervous.

"I know." I hissed. Everything returned to normal after a minute or two, and then it was our turn.

"Just stop." Riley commanded suddenly, and his tone was hard and angry.

"What?" I whispered.

"It's part of his act. Play along." Nicole said.

"I've had enough of this!" Riley yanked his arm away from mine.

"What are you talking about?" I asked loudly.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He replied coldly.

I tried to grab his arm. "Please, can't we talk about this another time?"

"No, let's talk about this now!" He was a very convincing actor, I had to admit. I was scared for a moment. "You've been seeing someone else!"

A few people stared at us. "I have not!" I replied, my cheeks burning.

"Well that kid sure as heck isn't mine!"

I could sense that was going to become a running joke between us.

"Don't you bring the baby into this!" I shot back. "Let's just go talk about this somewhere else, OK?"

"How about the fact that you left me a few years ago, huh?"

The words struck me hard. It was almost like that nightmare I had, and I could feel real tears prickling in my eyes. "I didn't have a choice."

"But I needed you! After you left everything fell apart! You're not just supposed to walk out on me! You're my wife, damnit!"

I winced, shocked by his use of the swear word. He'd never sworn before. I opened my mouth to respond, but one of the guards approached us.

"Sir, we've had complaints. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Fine." He said, and then turned back to me. "But you had better bet that when you get back to the hotel, I'll have a few things to say to you." He turned, stumbling as he pushed his way through the crowd and out the entrance of the palace.

"Are you alright, miss?" The guard asked. "Should I call someone? The police or something?"

"No, I'll be alright." I took a deep breath. "He's just had a few…problems lately."

"Excuse me." A woman from the crowd interrupted. She began digging around in her purse for something, and pulled out a small card. "I'm Amy Foster, I live in Boston." She greeted me. "You're from the US, right?"

I nodded slowly.

"Well, my ex-husband had a few problems like your husband did, and I've got a few numbers you can call if the two of you ever have any problems. There's a number on there so you could set up a meeting for him to go to, and if you ever have any problems you can call me as well." She smiled warmly. I slowly took the card, my cheeks burning.

"Thank you, Miss Foster, but I really must be going, I need to…"

Suddenly the fire alarms began blaring, and everyone looked around, and began heading towards the exit in a frenzy.

I waited, catching a glimpse of Ben, Abigail, and Nicole coming towards me. I walked over to where they were.

"I heard part of that argument. That was pretty good." Ben commented. "But what was eh saying about a baby?"

"Never mind that, we need to get out of here." I said hurriedly as we headed towards the exit and out of the palace. We walked towards the street and Ben handed me the plank.

"Wow…." I paused, looking up. "Where's Riley?" I looked towards where I knew the Wilkinson brothers would be standing, and my blood ran cold. Mitch stood there, but he wasn't alone. He had tight grip on Riley, and had a gun pressed to Riley's temple.

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