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Walking back out into the sun I flag down a taxi. One stops a moment later, and I climb in quickly.

"Sont vous bien Mademoiselle?" the concerned cabbie asks. He looks around fifty, and his eyes convey his concern.

"Oui" I let out a shaky gasp, before composing myself. "Je suis très bien, merci monsieur." The cabbie doesn't look convinced, but I smile brightly. "L'hôtel de Noailles si vous plait." He nods in understanding, smoothly pulling away from the curb and into the traffic. He doesn't ask any more questions, and for that I am grateful. It gives me time to pull myself together.

By the time I arrive at the hotel I've managed to stop crying and fix my make- up. No one found panda eyes very attractive. Paying the cabbie with a swipe of my credit card, I grab my suitcase and walk onto the pavement. It was odd though, as I walked further towards the hotel I felt better somehow. It wasn't the sort of better that came because you were relieved that you'd arrived at your destination safely, but more that I had this overwhelming sense of security and inner peace as soon as I entered. 'I must just be tired', I thought. The stress of today was making me delusional- I needed to lie down. Sighing, I assessed my surroundings. I'd looked the hotel up on the internet, but nothing could have prepared me for its beauty in real life. It was an old Parisian building, with hundreds of windows, and beautiful architecture- a truly magnificent building. I was used to the Premier Inn at £25 a night, so nothing had prepared me for this. A man in the hotel's uniform opened the door for me, and ushered me in. I thought it was a tad excessive, but hey- who was I to complain!

The inside was just as opulent. An enormous chandelier hung from the ceiling in reception, and the lobby was lined with velvet sofas. Bellhops moved racks of dry cleaning towards the elevators, and elegantly dressed women bedecked in diamonds teetered in their Louboutins towards the upmarket restaurant. There was a swimming pool, a bar (in which I'd undoubtedly be drowning my sorrows in tomorrow afternoon), a sauna, a steam room, and a gift shop- it was more like a small village than a hotel.

Moving to the reception desk to check in I was served by a friendly looking lady, with wavy red hair. "Bonjour! English?" she asked with a heavy French accent. I nodded- was it really that obvious that I was from the UK? I hadn't even muttered a word of since I'd entered the building.

"Welcome to the L'hôtel de Noailles'. We hope you enjoy your stay with us. Do you have your booking reference and ID please?" I handed them over without question, and she looked over them before typing furiously into her computer.

"Ahh, yes, Miss Anderson. You're on floor 5, room 17" She handed back my passport, sliding a key card along with it. "There's an elevator just over there" She pointed, in the direction of the three lifts, "which will take you to your floor. Don't hesitate to ask if there's anything you need. Room service is available 24 hours a day, and all of the facilities are free to use. I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

"Thank you" I reply, picking up the key card and my passport before making my way to the lift. The strange sensation I'd felt outside had since amplified upon entering the hotel. It was a strange sensation, like a prickling at the back of my neck. Not annoying, but comforting somehow.

One of the lift's doors opened as I was a few metres away and an elderly couple stepped out. Quickening my steps I dashed forward- leaping into the compartment before the doors closed and I had to wait for another one. Pressing '5' for my floor I waited patiently as the lift began to fill with other guests. There was a young couple, a middle-aged and a prim looking businesswoman who all entered after me. Just as the doors began to slide shut there was a commotion in the lobby, and the strange prickling sensation began to increase with fervour. A tall man of at least 6 foot, who was built like a rugby player, was running full tilt at the lift. I couldn't quite make out his features, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he was devastatingly handsome. He had his arm raised above him, as if he were hailing a taxi. Perplexed, I watched in amazement as he came closer.

"Stop! Hold the elevator!" he yelled. He was American- I could tell that much from his accent. The doors closed before he could reach us, and I was left rather confused by his determination to be in this lift. There were three fully functioning lifts in the lobby, so he wouldn't have had to have waited for very long to catch a different one. Besides, this one was kind of full, so he would have been better to wait.

Unless there was someone in the lift that he knew, and needed to talk to? Glancing around it seemed as though no-one but me had been paying attention to the remarkable scene that had just played out right in front of us. The young couple had been too busy playing table tennis, whilst the businesswoman was glued to her phone. I was pretty sure a bomb could have detonated right next to them, and they would have still remained oblivious. The middle- aged man was leaning against the rail of the elevator, turned away from the action. His eyelids kept slipping closed, as though he was so tired he was nearly falling asleep stood up. When the lift lurched upwards he'd been jolted awake- something that provided me with much amusement. Shaking my head, I dismissed my ideas. The elevator began to crawl slowly upwards- guests were replaced as we made our way up the floors as some got out and others entered.

Soon we reached my floor. I stepped out into the corridor, following it as it bent round to the left. The room numbers dropped the further I walked. '22,21,20,19,18…17'

"Yes" I murmured to myself, relieved that I'd found my room. Sliding the card into the panel on the door I watched as it flashed green, and I heard the mechanical click, which meant the door was now open. Pulling the card from the slot, I twisted the handle and walked in.

I was met by a large room with a double bed, a fully stocked mini-bar, and, best of all, a widescreen TV. Promptly I dropped my bags at the door and ran, jumping onto the bed with all the elegance of a lumbering baby elephant. I landed with a thump, nestling my face in the mountains of plump pillows at the head of the bed. I inhaled deeply. Ahhh, lavender- my favourite. Rolling over, I grabbed the TV remote on the bedside table. Snuggling into the cushions I lay on my back in prime view of the enormous TV directly opposite me. Cosy, I exhaled- it was time to unwind and watch some telly!

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The TV, I'd discovered in the past 5 hours, had every TV channel known to man. I'd watched countless re-runs of 'The Big Bang Theory', sobbed my way through 'Marley and Me' (Marley looked uncannily like Monty, which made his eventual death all the worse), and was now half way through watching some American building show similar to the UK's 'Grand Designs'. It was now 8 o'clock, and, as I couldn't be bothered to move, I'd decided to order room service.

Skimming the menu I decided to order the most expensive dish on the menu- Sirloin steak with all the trimmings. Ringing reception and telling them to put it on my tab I laid back and relaxed. The Net would have to pick up the bill. Now, ordinarily I hated letting people pay for me. My pet peeve was when men insisted on paying for my meal on a date. This was the twenty-first century for crying out loud! Women were to be treated equally, and were perfectly capable of paying for themselves! This instance, however, was different. This, due to the bloody interfering Savant Net, was my last night of freedom. My last night of being able to do whatever I wanted, and being able to completely forget about stupid soulfinders. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Well, aside from Alice, who knew what tomorrow would hold? Great, now I was depressed.

So then I raided the fully stocked, highly alcoholic mini-bar.

A/N: Can anyone guess who the American was then? ;) Please leave a review! If I hit 30 reviews I'll upload chapter 7 today as it's already written :)

Also, I have written this chapter from Will's POV, intending to publish it as chapter 8. After deciding that it doesn't quite fit (I want to write the whole story from Alexis' POV) I've decided that it will be published as an outtake once I've finished the story. If you want to read it now, however (as it will give you some more information on the Benedict's) please say so in a review, or PM me and I can sent it to you over PM. Thanks!