When Charon woke, Anastasia wasn't next to him. She wasn't in her room either; she was drinking water with Carol in the auditorium while Snowflake brushed her hair and cutting off the split ends. She smiled at him.

"I found her." Was all she said, and at first he didn't understand, but he say the chain of the dog tags going under her armor and his heart almost stopped.

Betty…

He showed no emotion. Not when they gathered their stuff from Underworld and left. Not when they gathered their things from and said goodbye to the Lincoln Memorial residents. Not even when they approached Tenpenny Tower as the sun set that evening after a full day of travel.

"Listen, I told you: you and your ugly ass pack up and beat it, you're not wanted here!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Anastasia said coolly into the mic, using what she called her 'persuasion voice'. Charon shivered; he'd never admit it. But he loved it when she talked like that. After a bit of persuasion to allow Charon inside, they were opening the door to the luxurious tower.

They walked down marbled floors and over to the stairs. But before she opened the door she turned to him.

"Charon, I'm gonna make one thing clear. We're here for some revenge. But if this bitch makes you want to kill her, which she will, don't. There are better ways to hurt someone." He looked down at her. Why should she care? But nevertheless he nodded, and followed as she headed up the stairs.

A man answered the door when Anastasia knocked, and Charon thought she'd gotten the wrong room, but he glanced a woman in the background.

"I am Mitchell Worthington the third, what business do you have with me?" the man asked, condescendingly looking at Anastasia down his nose.

"Oh, I just need to talk to you in private for a minute or so." Anastasia said coyly, pulling him into the lobby at the same time she pushed Charon into the room. She led him into a small lobby area, out of sight. Charon felt himself getting slightly nervous.

"Hello." He said. Betty turned and he felt himself melt; how long had it been? He could remember kissing that face, late at night, laughing together, the dreams they'd both had…

"I am Betty Worthington, but you, ghoul, will address me as Madame, and state your business now before I call security on you." She was amazingly snobby. Charon then remembered the look on her face as she walked away from him for the last time, one of utter disgust and contempt.

"You don't recognize me." She sniffed.

"I don't waste my time around your likes, ghoul. I'd hardly-"but she stopped and glanced the man she'd spent so much time with, long summers outside Enclave camps… He scared her. "Leave, Charon."

"No." he said, angrily. He wanted to get revenge; she'd lied to him, said she'd never leave, she'd always be there… He was about to grab his shotgun when something slammed against the door behind him. He turned and took a step back, and so did Betty.

Something was fumbling with the doorknob, struggling to open the door. Suddenly it burst open and Mr. Worthington stumbled in backwards, lips locked with Anastasia. Both Charon and Betty stared. Suddenly Mitchell seemed to notice they were there and he detached from Anastasia.

"Betty…I…they told…I thought you'd gone to tea…I can explain!" He stuttered; taking his hands off Anastasia's ass a she chuckled.

"You tramp! You traitor!" Betty screeched at the two of them. She was hysterical.

"Betty, listen to me…" Mitchell tried, but Betty shook her head.

"How could you? Just…go! Go do whatever you want with that whore! I don't even care!
Mitchell glanced at Ana who looked at him with a slightly bemused expression on her face. She pushed him toward Betty.

"He's not worth it; I've got better." She said, a sly smile on her face as She walked over to Charon and grabbed the neck of his armor, pulled him toward her and kissed him.

Charon thought he heard Mitchell whimper, but maybe it was Betty. Did it matter? He was kissing Anastasia.

Despite himself, he slid an arm around her waist and she pulled away with a sly wink.

"Come on, Charon. Let's ditch these losers." She said grinning, and they walked out. This time it was Charon that looked over his shoulder at Betty, a look of disgust on his face.