Hi guys. I own nothing, and I can't bother writing a good author's note at the moment. Might be more down the bottom. Warning: short chapter.

It was almost imperceptible.

As Tory walked, chatting meaninglessly to Ella, she could see that Hi was walking differently to the way he normally walked. Or rather, bounced. At the moment, though, Hi was lagging a little. A slight frown tugged at Tory's eyebrows. Ella, unsuspecting, began talking about her dog, wondering whether he was okay. Tory nodded, no longer really paying attention.

It was very odd. Tory had been, essentially, stabbed in the neck with a poisoned blade and she had an excuse to be lagging. Hi, on the other hand, did not. Maybe it had something to do with the long flare that they had been sustaining? Like when the effects of a sugar rush wear off and you can barely make yourself stand up. But then Shelton and Ben would look tired, too. Maybe he had been on a sugar rush? It wouldn't be surprising; after all Hi did like his junk food. On the other hand, she speculated, it was unlike Hi to have a sugar rush. Either he was immune, or he ate sugar so constantly he only crashed when he fell asleep.

Tory kept walking.

"Hello? Yes, I can tell the coverage is bad... I'm fairly low down... they got away! And I didn't get any! Yes, I know... And, the girl was here, and I got her, and then her little friends came up... What? Yes, I had her. I don't have her any more. She escaped... yes, I know it's impossible... Frank, I know it sounds stupid but I think she's a demon! Her eyes... no, I don't think she's an alien! Wouldn't we notice an alien ship? But if they came from Hell, and if that's below us, that makes more sense - yes, they... The girl and her friends, they had weird eyes... gold! I know, I know... Bargain? What with? Oh, no, they stole Francis as well... Then, you won't believe this, they locked me in the cell!... I know! Yes, I had the spare key... but they padlocked the upper gate... I don't know. No, idiot, they took my gun! Point is, I'm stuck here til someone turns up to get me out... Yes, that's why I called you! Okay... well, let me know soon. My phone might run out of charge... what? Okay. No, no food. No water... yeah, you should hurry. Okay... Onya Frank... Until then."

Hawfield pressed the end call button on his phone and turned the screen off. No point wasting power. Who knew when he would get to charge it again? He cradled his injured hand and glared fiercely at the wall. He'd had everything in the palm of his hand, and then the little meddling bitch of a girl had ruined it. Months of planning. Gone. Months of hard work. Gone. Sacrifice. Gone. Patience. Gone.

"You just wait, Brennan," he growled, imagining her face on a shooting target. "Just wait. You will wish you'd never been born."

Whitney spun the rack of clothing, admiring the stylish hems and straps, the way this lilac evening dress would emphasise her waist, or that black number would flare when she was dancing. Whitney pursed her lips as some child, holding his mother's hand, sneezed all over a rack of expensive men's black tie clothing.

Whitney closed her eyes, displaying the absolutely gorgeous olive eyeshadow she'd picked, stuck her hand in the rack and pulled out a dress without looking at it. Opening her eyes, Whitney gasped theatrically, fluttering her eyelashes and covering her mouth. It was a midnight blue number, ruffled at the skirt on one side, with one strap supporting it on the other shoulder. A little small for Whitney herself, perhaps, but Victoria would love it! It would be perfect for her next event with the Magnolia League.

Whitney elegantly draped the delicate dress over her arm and waltzed up to the counter.

So, I'm a little bit stuck with this story. I don't know where it's going. If you want faster updates, take a guess at what will happen next. By the way, I'd rather this not be a mushy romance, but to have a somewhat exciting storyline, or some action. And I don't want Tory to end up in hospital with Ben looking after her and being all protective and whatever, as that's been done before... a lot. So, any ideas? I value your help, although I try to keep it interesting so I won't use your idea exactly. Maybe alter it, or just use it to give me ideas. Please? PM or leave a review.

Also did you like Whitney? I didn't have much to write, as I say. Thanks for your help.