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Ryn slowly got up, from where he had been sitting, listening intently. It sounded like they had finally stopped fighting, but he couldn't be sure. The only question now was, had either of them died?

Sighing, he slowly padded his way towards the door, his beaten shoes leaving a light trail of grime on the pristine carpet. Arriving at the door, he stopped, looking at the now closed door, wondering what was going on inside. From what he knew, most people did not stick around when they killed someone else. So neither had died? A mock fight perhaps?

"Hmm...", he muttered, still standing at the door, trying to decide whether or not to enter.

"On behalf of the Captain and the entire crew, let me be the first to welcome you to Toronto. We know you have a lot of choices when you fly, and I'd just like to thank you for choosing Southwest."

Aimi reached under the seat in front of her for her purse as someone repeated the message in dutch, feeling drained and anxious. She hadn't been able to sleep for the rest of the flight; worrying did that to a person. The faces of her 'opponents' had continuously flashed in front of her eyes, making her feel increasingly sick and scared as her recklessness wore off. One of these people had a neck as thick as her waist, for Christsake!

She filed out after her homely row mate, absently pulling the strap of her purse up to hang on her shoulder. She was overreacting. It had probably just been a dream; she'd had stranger ones, in the past. And if she was expected to fight those people somehow, she'd just say 'thanks, but no thanks.' It wasn't as though her opinion had been asked for.

She was feeling substantially better as she walked back past airport security, then something occurred to her, something that drove the stupid dream completely from her mind; where the hell was she going to stay?

"So you've decided to work together? That should be interesting to say the least."

She folded her arms. "The jist of things are that you two and five others are in a competition for the greatest title to be bestowed on a human-godhood. And those little shards that floated out of you is the wager. Pieces of your soul, the last one standing with some of his soul is the winner. Got it?"

She shrugged as she shifted on the bed. "There's more to it, but your questions will have to be saved for later. You've got company." And just liked that she blinked out and was gone.

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"A writer?" She said, her interet in the man deepening. "A fellow worker of the arts. I'm a painter, well I paint and draw. What do you write?"

She suddenly laughed. "Distract much?" She said about herself. "So neither one of us knows what the heck is going on but somehow we shared the same vision. So if we shared the same vision maybe we shared some other sort of experience." She looked at her watch and then back up at Andretti. "So, um, how to say this?"

She felt sort of weird asking this and she was sure that she he was going to look at her like she gone insane, but hey, she could at least try. "So did some strange guy give you a watch or something?"

Andretti stared at Ariana.

"That's the whole reason I'm here, actually. I got this call from who I thought was a publishing company around here, so I flew over, and when I landed, an old man dressed in white gave me this," he said, bringing his rapier up.

With Andretti's desire for it to be seen, it became visible suddenly in his hand.

"He didn't tell me anything about it, he just told me to take it."

"Can't say, but I think he might have been spying on us," he said to the first kid, then turned to the newest one. "Who are you, and what were you doing outside my door?"

"Oh no, you aren't going anywhere. You'll stay here until we figure out what you were doing." Anthony looked at the ice kid. "What do you think? How do we go about this?"

Anthony knew that if the kid really was telling the truth, then doing what Iceboy wanted wasn't a choice. "No, we can't risk it. Look, kid, I'm gonna let you go. But if I so much as think you might be snooping around again, then as the saying goes, s**t will hit the fan. No get outta here," he said as he opened the door, and took the kid outside and shut the door and locked it. "Now that that's out of the way, what's your name?" Anthony said as he walked back into the room with Iceboy. "I mean, as much as I like thinking of you as Iceboy, I'd rather know the name of my partner."

Ryn stood outside the door for a second, before a huge grin spread across his face, and he turned away, trudging towards the elevator, muttering,"Idiots... They're too trusting."

He pressed the button, and stood in front of the elevator, humming slowly, grinning, until the steel cage arrived. Stepping through the open doors, he pressed the button, to go down to the second floor, still smiling.

"I didn't learn much, but it's obvious, that I should watch these two, but more carefully.", he muttered, as he stepped out onto the second floor. He glanced around once, before turning right down the hallway, and heading down the hallway. He stopped at the door to his room, and casually opened it, stepping in, and snapping it shut behind him, though not locking it.

He yawned, and headed into the bathroom, throwing his cloths onto the floor of the shower, and stepping in, under the warm water, quickly cleaning himself, and his clothing of the grime he had acquired over the past twenty four hours.

Stepping out, he grabbed a towel, dried himself off, and started blow drying his clothing, a grin still plastered on his lips.