Hey everyone. Thanks for the reviews in the last chapter and if you didn't review but still read, thank you as well. So this is the next chapter and I'm pleased with how it came out... so if you like it review and let me.

It was the next day that Claire had her plan. Though my parents had, apparently, left Dallas, there was one person who was left. After finally going back to a dreamless sleep. She left the motel room to grab a coffee from a nearby starbucks. She walked up to a payphone and paused for a moment. She typed in the number from memory and waited a couple of rings. Just as she was about to hang up, the other end picked up with a hesitant

"Hello?" Claire smiled and replied

"Hey Liz how are you?" The line went silent for a second before Elizabeth spoke again

"sorry, who is this?" Claire's smiled slipped for a second before she replied

"It's Claire Danvers"

"Claire I have heard of you in years. What's wrong?" Claire went silent for a second before asking

"Years?" Elizabeth sighed

"Um yeah. You moved to the middle of nowhere and then I hear nothing of you. So I'm a little confused as to why you're ringing me all of a sudden" Claire suddenly felt a pressure in her head and she closed her eyes.

The place smelt like cleaning supplies, and as Claire swept her hand around she came into with wooden shaft of a mop. Janitors closet. Well, she supposed it made arrivals a little less noticable. The man next to her didn't stop. He reached out and turned the knob of the door, then eased it open a crack.

"Clear" He said and opened it wide. He stepped out first. Claire hurried to follow, and shut the door behind them. They were in what looked like a utility hallway, plain white walls and dark red carpet. All the doors were unmarked. And identical. Claire tried to count, to be sure that she could find the room again.

"This way" The man said strode down the hallwayto the right. His white tunic billowed as he walked, and he ought to have looked ridiculous in the traffic cone hat, but somehow... somehow, he didn't.

"I should have let you be Pierrot, little Claire. Pierrot is known for his sweet, innocent nature. Not like Harlequin. Libitor frenzy, Claire."

"What?"

"Claire, are you even listening to me?" Claire hung up the phone and stepped away. She picked up her drink and walked out of the store. She hurried back to the motel and slammed the door behind her. She slumped down on the bed and sighed heavily.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" She shouted. She sat up again and tried to recall the mans face. He looked young, with shoulder length curly brown hair, big dark eyes and he had faintly golden skin. He was also very pretty. Claire gasped as the room in front of her seemed to fade and a different room appeared in its place.

People stood talking, holding flutes of champagne or wine or something that was too red to be wine. All in costume, all masked. Claire caught sight of the girl Jennifer first who was on the arms of a dark haired man. She was wearing a sixties costumes of a tie dyed halter top ad miniskirt, platform shoes, peace sign jewellery. Her mask was an afterthought. The man with her was dressed as Zoro, all in black satin and leather with a flat spanish hat. She next caught sight of the black haired girl from her previous...vision. She was dressed as Maria Antionnette, from a low cut bodice to wide skirts. She had tied a red ribbon around her throat and carried a mini guillotine in her hand. She was with a man who was dressed as a priest in a plain black cassock and a white collar though with no cross visible. The man was staring across the room and Claire followed his eyeline and saw a girl dressed as Sally from the nightmare before christmas staring back at him. The man she was with seemed to ignore her completely and was dressed as a creepy scarecrow. Claire shivered and looked away from him. She turned to the stage and caught sight of a boy wearing leather pants, dog collar and a leash. A furry dog mask hid his face from her. The leash was being held by a woman in skin tight red rubber and thigh high boots and had topped off her own outfit with devil horns and a trident. Claire felt such a strong rage at this sight.

The room blurred away and Claire gasped.

"Who was the boy in that dog mask?"

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