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Dan felt as if he was in a movie.
The run through Heathrow was the longest of his life. He felt as if there should be dramatic music playing in the background. He didn't know where Rose was. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything except getting to Jenny.
He faintly heard Rose's voice in the background, screaming his name. He kept on running, barging past unhappy travelers. It was only when something pulled him back so hard that he almost fell over. He turned round to yell at them, when Rose put her hand over his mouth.
"Dan! Listen to me!"
He shoved her away. "Rose, not now. I need to get to Jenny."
A phone call interrupted their conversation. Dan answered it hurriedly. "Yeah?"
"Dan?" came a frantic voice at the other end of the phone.
"Blair, what is it? I don't have–"
"Dan! You've landed! Oh my god... get away from Rose. She's setting you up!"
Dan eyed Rose. "What the hell are you–"
That was when Rose put the cloth over his mouth. The phone fell to the ground.
Yep, Dan definitely was in a movie.
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Blair heard the dull tone and threw the phone on the bed. She grabbed her jacket and left. She had to catch a flight to England. Now.
She grabbed her phone back off the bed and dialed Serena's number. "Serena? You and Nate have to meet me at the airport. We're getting a plane to England."
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Blair waited impatiently for Serena to show up. Maybe she hadn't got the message?
Then, she saw Serena. The blonde was running through the airport, a concerned look on her face, Nate on her heels.
Serena knew Blair too well to know that something was desperately wrong.
"B? Oh my gosh, what's the matter?"
"It's Dan. He's in trouble."
"What? What–"
"Chuck has set him up."
Serena's eyes widened. Nate scratched the back of his neck. "When does the next London flight leave?" he asked.
"An hour."
"Let's go."
They ran through the airport.
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Dan opened his eyes. What happened? He saw a blur of shapes. As the shapes began to focus, he saw a lot of people in suits in front of him. Oh, there was Chuck. Great.
"Humphrey, you're awake."
"What the hell Chuck?"
Chuck paced in front of him. "You stole something that was mine. So I stole something that was yours." He gestured to Rose, who was standing in the corner, holding a wad of pound notes, and looking very pleased with herself.
"Rose? How could you?"
"Dan, I loved you, but obviously not as much as you love Blair. Once I saw that, well, once Chuck made me see that, I had to make sure you felt as bad as I did when I did. The Jenny thing was my idea."
Chuck grinned at her. Dan felt sick.
"Where is Jenny? Where's Dad?"
"Rufus and Jenny are on a flight to the Carribean. A luxury holiday, on me."
"Chuck, you're insane. You did all this for Blair? You're a stalker. You're crazy as–"
"That's enough Humphrey."
Dan was suddenly alert. "Where's Blair? What have you done to her?"
"Blair's fine, but she's gonna be really upset when she hears about you."
Dan felt his phone vibrate in his hand. He leant through the ropes and pressed answer.
"What do you mean, when Blair hears about me?"
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"What do you mean, when Blair hears about me?"
Blair smiled. Dan was smart. "Nate, can you track where he is?"
"Doing it now."
They pulled up at an abandoned building. Blair heard Chuck's drawl over the phone. "When she hears that you're dead."
"Oh my god, they're gonna kill him! Quick!"
They climbed out of the cab. Blair's heart was pounding in her chest. She was fighting back tears. The whole world had become blurry. She was fighting back visions of Dan, dead on the floor, and her being too late.
The door burst open, just as there was a loud BANG.