We drove out of the plane and to the nearest convenience store. We found out where we were pretty quickly. Resa drove us to a hotel, so we could sleep for the night. There was a knock on my hotel room door. I opened it and Bon shot in really fast. He slammed the door behind him. I backed up and crawled onto my bed, which was the farthest I could have gotten.
"I need your help." He said plopping down on my bed and ignoring my frightened state.
"No!" I've been saying that a lot lately. I'm such a rebel. "You're a traitor! You don't care about the Creatures. You stupid liar," I said pretty calmly.
"No, that's not right. Let me explain. You love me. Let me explain. I've been having fugues," (fugues are times when you do something, but aren't aware of it until you wake up from the state you were in), "I usually can't remember why I'm in a black cloak, but there are times when I knew I put one on. I don't know what happens in that time that has passed. You have to help me." He sincerely was trying to get my help. I got up and locked the door. I walked in front of him, so I could see his face.
"I don't love you anymore. I belong to someone else. Well, I don't exactly know how I feel." I said looking in his eyes. I guess he expected it, because he didn't look surprised. He stood up and started to leave. He unlocked the door, but I called him back. He came back quickly.
"We can be friends and I can help if you let me."
"I don't need your help. I trusted you." He leaned closer and whispered so quietly that only I could hear, even though there was no one else in the room. "I trusted you to stay with me. It was you who went away. Not me." Just then the door opened. It was Pete. He saw Bon leaning over me. I gasped, because he scared me. Bon disappeared on the spot.

"Kissing your ex in secret? Why couldn't you just tell me you were lying?" Pete slammed the door in my face. What's it with lying these days? Yeah, I'm a good liar, but really? I was mad, frustrated, happy because I finally broke up with Bon, I think? sad because I lost Pete... Well... Maybe not yet. I sprinted out of my room and to Pete's.
"Let me in, Hun." I said controlling my anger. He opened the door. I slapped his face. He grabbed my shirt, the lower part of it, and flung me onto his bed. He checked for anyone in the hallway. No one. He locked his door.

"What was that for!" He shouted letting it all out. He looked good when he was angry.
"That you would DARE think I would cheat on you! He was there for help. He has been having fugues. Do you know what that is or do I have to explain?" I shouted at him. I'm so much louder. He was looking at me with love and hate in his eyes. Maybe I look good when I'm angry too. Cool.
"I know what it is! I'm not stupid, you jerk!" He was seriously getting mad. And really good looking. His eyes were burning brightly.
"Then why did you think he was kissing me when clearly we were standing two feet away from each other?" I said stepping closer so I could get in his face.
"Because he is taller than you!" He yelled and stepped closer. We were having a seducing fight. Let's see who broke down first.
"Only by an inch!" I shouted I was in his face with our noses touching. I had to stand on the tips of my toes.
"Only an inch or are you just that short?" He said. No one calls me short except for my mommy! We joke about it. She's only two inches taller. But Pete is four inches taller than me and I'm still growing.
"I am not short, punk. If you think I am, just go to Val and see if she's taller!" I think if we got any closer we would walk through each other. Thank goodness he gave in. I was running out of insults. He ripped out my hair tie and spun me around. I don't know why the hair tie, though I did really want to hurt him, too. I forced my mouth onto his.
"I hate you." I said.
"I hate you, too."
"Just because of this doesn't mean I forgive you." I said kissing him again.
"Nor do I." He said shoving me against the wall. Hey! I have an idea. Let's see how many times I get pushed against a wall! Once in the beginning and once here. Twice. And I was twice as mad for it. I turned and shoved him into the wall, but harder.
"You've got guts, kid." He growled. This went on for some time. I got to hitting him and he got to biting me. 20 minutes later we were out of breath. I was bleeding from my lip and two fingers. He was bleeding from the nose and mouth. We had blood smeared all over our clothes. My pajamas were red, so it was okay. His were black which was okay, too. I was so tired. We cleaned up in his small bathroom. While he was washing his face and hands, I fell onto his bed and fell asleep. In the morning, I was still in his bed, but he was on the floor. I woke him up and invited him on the bed. We just talked until it was time for breakfast. I went to my room and got a shower and got dressed.

I felt so sore. Not just my lip and fingers, but my neck and back felt like blah. I walked stiffly to the table where we were to eat breakfast. Pete had a room right between Pam and Lona so they were wondering what all the noise was. I said I'd tell them later if I could talk, because of my swollen lip. Pete was aching, too. The side of his jaw was swollen. Ouch. I hate myself. Self-loathing. My Own Worst Enemy. And also since it was Monday: Monday Morning by Fleetwood Mac and Manic Monday by the Bangles. Manic Monday- Sunday sure was my fun day. I ate some scrambled eggs and toast with butter. I couldn't chew that well. I grabbed Pam and Lona and took them to my room after breakfast. We had to pack our things. They did it the night before, but I couldn't. I told them why.
"That's why you have the..." Pam said pointing to my lip, which wasn't that big anymore. I nodded.
"Geez. That must have been some fight." Lona said. "Pete's back is sore." I blushed. I scratched him there, too. I nodded grudgingly. They were helping me pack because we had to go and hand in our room keys. I sighed when I saw blood on Pete's room's floor when I passed. Some night it had been. He's such a man. Not sleeping on the bed. But then, that would have been awkward. I hopped into the backseat of the car with Pete and Lona on the sides of me. I was holding Pete's hand tightly reminding him of the night before. He squeezed back.

Resa drove us to the Jackson Visitors Center on 111 E. Capitol Street. I knew where we were going to be going. There was a statue out front. I couldn't tell what it was from far away, except that there was three statue people doing something. Resa parked along the curb. There was a post that you put in money for so many hours. She put a spell on it so it would always say we put money in for two hours. We walked up to the statue. It was a picture of three people two women and one man. The woman in the middle was kneeling on one knee. The woman on the right was holding a palm leaf across the man's chest and was kneeling on both knees. The man on the left was holding a palm leaf on his left side with his left hand. His right arm was draped across the middle woman's lap.
"Does this one take us down?" Pam asked.
"No, actually, it takes us up." Resa said.
"Up? Air magic?" I asked looking at Pete.
"Kind of." Resa said. She blew on the right woman's palm leaf and it moved. She told us all to blow on it. We did. Then we walked up the stairs to the Jackson Visitors Center. When we got to the top, the doors changed. Instead of dark wood, they were a silvery metal. They opened to let us in. There were stairs or you could take the elevator. Pam took the stairs and the rest of us took the elevator. We waited 20 seconds then the doors opened. We stepped out onto a fluffy carpet. Wait. It wasn't a carpet. We stepped onto clouds. I wondered how they could support us. I didn't really care. Then Pam joined us. She wasn't even out of breath.
"Here." She said then gasped when she looked down because she saw us doing it.

"Alright, stop gaping and walk this way." Resa said after a moment. I just realized this had to do with air magic. But she didn't have air magic, she had earth magic. Pete had air. In Miami, we went underground. Hmm. Did they switch? I made note to ask Pete later, but I never got to ask him. We walked around a bit, then we went to Resa's house. It was just like Pete's house, but with four rooms. Pete and Mick. Val said she wanted bunk with Resa for now. Pam and Lona. And me to myself. They all knew what went on between me and Pete by now, so they let me have the room to myself and if Pete wanted to join me, he could. We unpacked everything (conveniently our suitcases were put on our beds from the car by magic) and gathered in the living room.
"Alright." I started. "Val and I need to go research some spells. Resa is there a library?"
"Yes, but there is only one spell they don't know because I made it. It's a concept really. All you need to do is imagine something and it will happen. They don't have imaginations. It's one thing you must give up to be in the counsel. They need to be realistic, so no imagination."
"But you're in the counsel." Pam said.
"Not really. I'm just a guard and guards need their imaginations so they can keep up with modern crimes."
"Okay. Will you teach is the concept after I go shopping. I need to and Pam and Lona and Mick and you, Resa. We need to shop. Now." Val all but grabbed them by the collar of their shirts and left with them. So, just me and Pete. Oh geez. It's going to end up like Sunday. I mean, oh goodie...