RECAP: Last chapter was the transition into the big trip. Sakura and Syaoran got back from their trip to Mt Fuji and Sakura couldn’t make a good lie to give to her dad when she got back. She got grounded until she would tell where she had been, so Sakura broke down and told her dad and her brother the truth of who she was and what she had been doing. She then stole her dad’s credit card and took off with Syaoran for England to see Eriol.

Chapter 48

Sakura leaned back in the constricting airplane seat and stared out into the black night. The clouds were like a carpet beneath the plane, dark and shadowy with highlights from the stars above. Sakura watched a solitary star, transfixed on it, until it faded out of her view. She looked back in front of her, to the movie that was being shown at the front of their section. She hadn’t been paying attention to it and the plot seemed like jibberish to her.

Sakura took a chance to steal a glance at Syaoran. He, to her surprise, met her eyes and gave a small smile before shifting in his seat. Sakura smiled and looked away, feeling her emotions flow in. "I wonder what my dad is going to do when I get back..." She presented her worries aloud.

Syaoran shook his head. "That’s something to worry about later."

Syaoran’s voice barely carried over the loud drone of the planes engine, but Sakura heard him. She nodded in agreement, then sat back in her seat. "How long until our next stop?"

Syaoran yawned and looked at his watch, trying to ignore his foot, which had rudely decided to go to sleep without the rest of him. "Another three hours. We stop in Berlin for a half hour and then stop again for the day, so we’ll probably have to get a hotel or something."

Sakura picked at an uneven fingernail. "Where will we be then?"

"Paris. We’ll be really close, and we could take the chunnel, but since you already bought the plane ticket, we might as well use it."

Sakura nodded. "Yeah. What’s the chunnel?"

"This subway that goes under the ocean."

"Oh." Sakura looked back out the window, letting her eyes unfocus. She yawned and hastily covered her mouth, then slumped in her chair. She was getting sick of being so cramped up. Syaoran was of course, seemingly calm and comfortable, even now. They should have like a tiny exersize room on long plane rides like this. Just a treadmill or something. Some beds would be nice too. Sakura felt her heart skip a beat as she imagined herself stretched out on a warm, soft bed. Syaoran seemed to be having the same thoughts, because she noticed he was starting to drift off in his seat. They hit an invisible bump in the sky and Syaoran jerked himself upright, rubbing his eyes. He hit the pillow behind his head to try and get it in a more comfortable spot but had no luck.

Sakura gathered her courage and attempted to help him out. "You know... you can put that pillow against my shoulder if you want."

Syaoran gave her a sidelong glance. Finally he shook his head. "Thanks. I’m not really that tired."

Sakura frowned at him, knowing he was outright lying, then turned back to the window. Good ole Syaoran, never willing to accept the slightest offer of help. About a second later Sakura felt the weight of a pillow and body behind it leaning against her shoulder. Sakura grinned as she continued to stare out into the darkness. Only till Syaoran had been still for a minute did she dare turn her head the least bit to check out the scene.

Syaoran, with his eyes closed, looked very comfortable Sakura let out a long sigh of happiness, then shifted ever so slightly as not to wake the sleeping beauty. Sakura leaned her head back against the window, positioning a pillow near her forehead, and shut her eyes.

It took a while, but through concentrating on the loud drone of the plane’s engines, Sakura slowly fell into a semiconscious state. She jolted awake a few times, once finding Syaoran completely out cold on her shoulder. At that sight she was able to fall completely into a dreamless sleep. Or so she thought...

A little Syaoran pouted grumpily. He looked out the kitchen window one more time before stomping away to the stairs. His mother followed him, an amused smile on her face. "Don’t worry my little wolf. You’ll be able to go with your father on his missions when you’re older."

Syaoran stopped at the first stall on his left. A small brown pony whickered happily at his arrival and then returned to his morning hay. Syaoran unlatched the stall door and slipped in stealthily, as if feeling watched. He pet the pony’s neck for a moment, and the pony was only too happy to comply.

Sakura jerked awake. She took a second to remember her surroundings, then relaxed into her seat. Another few seconds went by before she realized what had just happened. She had fallen asleep leaning against Syaoran again. He was going to be mad... She looked over and found he had just woken up as well. Well of course. She had just about jumped out of her seat and he had been using her as a pillow.

"Sorry," she said quietly, picking at a fingernail.

Syaoran watched her for a second before letting out a long breath. "You want to know the rest of that, don’t you?"

Sakura looked up and met his eyes, finding him giving her a gravely serious look. She looked back down immediately. "I’m sorry Syaoran, I forgot that would happen.... I wish I wouldn’t have tried that spell at all..."

Syaoran shook his head, looking off in no particular direction. "No, it’s fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. That’s the only way you can find anything out about me. And for that I’m sorry, and I’ll try to improve. Do you want to know the rest of what happened?"

Sakura looked up, her emotions touched in a confusing way. She did, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to make him hurt having to recall that painful memory for her. "You don’t have to Syaoran, I understand. I don’t need to know, I’ll be just fine not-"

"But you do! Sakura I’m trying to help you understand me, so please help me out a little and make me feel like you want to know more about me than what you already do."

Sakura tried not to look taken aback and nodded slowly. Syaoran was becoming so good at this friendship thing. She forced a small smile. "Of course I do."

Syaoran looked into her eyes for a second, not returning the smile, then sighed and looked away. "Okay. I went out there trying to help him. I was so sure I could do something. What the hell I thought I could do, I have no idea. So I rode Iata out there in the pouring rain and ignored all the warning signs. We got to that river and started the whole chain of events. Iata made it across just fine, but I hadn’t been holding on enough and I got swept away. I almost drowned, but my father pulled me out at the last second. He looked relieved, I remember. Like even through all of what he was doing he was that worried about me. He leaned down and looked me in the eye and told me to get home before I made my punishment any larger. I nodded and headed to Iata, really bummed out. He helped me up and told me to really hang on this time, going across.

"Something happened then, I really don’t know what. I remember my father pushing me out of the way, I think I was about to get shot with electricity. It hit him really hard and he was rolling around in the mud for a second, trying to get away or something. I ran over to him and tried to help him up, but another shot came down and he took it for me again. And again, and again. It knew he was going to protect me no matter what, and so it used it against him. I figured out a little too late to jump on Iata and get away. We got across the river, but when I turned around, my dad was on the ground, lying pretty still. Raion was running around him, trying to wake him up. He moved a couple times, deflected the stuff a few times with his sword. Then he stopped. Raion got pretty beat up, but he was so loyal to my dad, he stayed there through all the last of it..." Syaoran took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "I ran home and got my mother, but it was way too late. The elders sent some men down there and then next thing I knew I was standing at the funeral by his grave. Everything happened so fast after I got back over that stream. But when I had been hiding behind my father, watching him get hit over and over... it seemed like an eternity. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. All he cared about was me getting back alright. He could’ve saved himself if he hadn’t been so occupied with me! I would have been fine with a couple hits....." Syaoran glanced at Sakura, frowning like he always did when he was dealing with some kind of painful emotion. "In the end it was his love for me that killed him. I killed him. Me, my stupidity and my pride, all did a great job at killing the few people that loved me."

Sakura opened her mouth for a second, then shut it quickly and looked back out the window. It was still a black void. She looked back to Syaoran, having no idea what to say. "I don’t think he’d like to know you’re blaming yourself for it." Sakura wanted to kick herself after that statement. Syaoran opens up to me and I reprimand him.

Syaoran sat back in his seat, shaking his head. "You know, everyone tells me that. But I can’t just avoid the truth. That’s how it was. No running around it, away from it, hiding... I’m just a plague. You can’t tell me that it’s just coincidence everyone around me gets hurt."

Sakura looked out the window, searching for the right condolences. She willed the right advice to come to her, but was unsuccessful. "Syaoran... did you ever think it wasn’t you? Maybe someone just dislikes you a really big lot and is causing all of this. Or maybe they’re trying to keep you from becoming something great, or keep you from helping me or something..."

"Well, maybe so, but even still, I’m a plague. Fate’s cursed me and I’m just destined for disaster." He turned to Sakura, holding eye contact with grave severity. "If anything ever happens where you have to choose between me or safety, you have to promise me to choose safety."

Sakura frowned in confusion, contemplating what type of situation would call for such a choice. "I really don’t think-"

"Like, you want to protect me or something. Promise me you won’t do it."

Sakura tried to escape the troubling vibes Syaoran shot at her by looking out the window. "It’s kind of hard to promise when I can’t even think of one situation-"

"Just promise!"

Sakura looked at Syaoran again, checking his expression. He wasn’t kidding. She was going to promise this or else. "I don’t want you to get hurt... I mean, if I have a chance to help you out, I’m going to help."

"Sakura, listen. I’m helping you, okay? Not the other way around. I’m helping you, I’m doing the protecting. Your job is to stay safe. If you really l..." Syaoran went quiet for a second. Sakura unconsciously dug her nails into the bottom of the airplane seat. "If you really care about my wellbeing, you’ll keep yourself safe. You’ll stay out of my way if I’m on the path of destruction. Now promise me."

Sakura blinked blankly at him for a second. Had he almost let slip what she thought? "I... Fine. I promise." Syaoran let out a sigh of relief. "But! If I evaluate the situation and decide there’s no danger, I’m going to make a reasonable effort to help you out. Whatever this situation is... I’m getting lost in all this ‘what if’ talk."

Syaoran grinned warily. "You just have to be prepared. I’m sure we’ll have no trouble ...er...negotiating with Eriol."

Sakura smiled and shook her head. "You really think there will be much negotiating going on?"

Syaoran shrugged. "Well.... probably not."

Sakura nodded, relieved that the weight of severity was now off her shoulders. She looked out into the dark clouds for a few moments silently before adding, "Thanks Syaoran."

"For what?"

"For telling me about your father."

Syaoran made no response, but only gazed down the aisle.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sakura cringed as she felt her neck pop. She had fallen asleep for almost two hours in a most uncomfortable position. Now her neck was killing her. They had finally landed in Berlin after what seemed like an eternity, and presently were circling the airport of Paris. Sakura shifted in her seat and looked out the window at the French landscape. She attempted to stretch out her arms but was unable to stretch them out fully. She slumped back into her chair, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"It is currently six fourty AM in the Paris area..." A stewardess announced in english. Sakura yawned once more and switched the legs she was crossing. She accidentally kicked Syaoran’s knee in the process, who was looking pretty out of it. Sakura had a feeling he hadn’t gotten any sleep through those early two hours.

"Gomen..." She muttered, shifting her weight over and returning her gaze out the window.

"I don’t think that fourth grader is as fidgety as you," Syaoran returned, shifting towards the aisle in his seat.

Sakura glared at him. "Well sorry, Mr. Grouch. Maybe if you had rested up you’d be as enthusiastic to get off this plane."

Syaoran retorted with a yawn.

Sakura jittered excitedly as the plane began descending. They touched down smoothly. The engines roared to life as they fired backwards to stop the plane. Sakura sat deep into her seat, smiling with uncontained excitement. She didn’t notice that Syaoran was hardly able to supress a smile watching her. The plane came to a stop and the stewardesses began dismissing the aisles by number. Syaoran stood up, cringing as his knees cracked and his calves ached, and reached into the overhead for their carry on luggage. Sakura took her bag from him and followed him down the narrow plane aisle to the terminal.

As they walked through the gate Sakura looked around with amazement. "We’re in Paris!"

Syaoran rolled his eyes and looked around. "I hate the French."

Sakura frowned and hurried to catch up with his purposeful walk. "Why?"

Syaoran brushed shoulders against an older man and glowered. "They’re rude."

Sakura shook her head and laughed. "Whatever. So when does our next flight leave?"

"Not until four tomorrow morning."

"First things first, let’s get something to eat." Sakura bounded towards the closest food vendor. Syaoran hurried after her.

"Matte, Sakura, they probably have a bunch of weird food..."

Sakura looked over the menu. "Nonsense. The only thing I wouldn’t like from here is... those snails... what’s that word?"

"Escargot?"

"Yeah... that sounds kind of gross." Sakura looked at the strange words on the menu. She had no idea what any of it was. She looked in the window of the food cabinent. There was some good looking bread and cheese. That seemed pretty harmless.

The vendor smiled pleasantly. "Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?"

Sakura frowned, then turned to Syaoran. "What?" She whispered.

Syaoran shrugged. "He’s probably asking what you want. Just point at something."

"You speak English?" The man asked with a funny accent attached.

Sakura nodded in relief. "Yes. Um... I want... that." She pointed at the bread. "The .. uh... cloi...sant...?"

"Le croissant, with cheese?"

"Ah..yes, thank you."

The man picked it out with some wax paper and handed it to her. "That is... all?"

Sakura shook her head. "Umm... drinks? What do you have?"

"Ah... un jus ...juice of apple, orange, coke, water mineral et...water."

"Uh...I’ll have a bottle of water, thanks."

The man took the bottle out and handed it to Sakura. "Voila. Et vous?"

Syaoran looked over the items. "Water."

"Voila." The man handed Syaoran a bottle and then rung up on the cash register. "C’est... Five fifty euros."

Sakura bit her lip and held out her father’s credit card. "Will this work?"

"Ah, yes, un moment, s’il vous plait." He slid the card through the machine and was quickly finished. "Your name, here." He pointed to a spot on the receipt. Sakura scribbled her name down and smiled as she handed it to him.

"Merci." He took the receipt and went back behind the counter. Syaoran had to pull Sakura’s arm before she realized the transaction was finished.

"Sorry." She said in english. She looked around the airport and found a chair to sit at. "What an adventure. I never thought about everyone here speaking french."

Syaoran sighed. "Another thing to dislike about them."

Sakura shook her head and took a bite of the croissante. "Well, at least the bread’s good." She opened her water bottle and took a large sip. As she swallowed, she made a disgusted face. "There’s something wrong with this water!"

Syaoran shook his head. "It’s just carbonated."

Sakura felt dumb. "Oh."

Syaoran took a drink from his bottle and sat back in his chair. They had a long time to sit around in the airport. Maybe he could catch up on some sleep.

"Look at all these stores! We’ve got to go shopping! What’s travelling abroad if you don’t come back with a few souvenirs!?"
Syaoran tried to hold in a sigh. "It’s travelling economically."

Sakura rolled her eyes and got up to throw away her napkin and wax paper from the bread. On the way she bumped into a young girl.

"Excusez-moi!" She called over her shoulder.

Sakura smiled and returned to her seat. "I don’t mind the french. That girl was rather nice. They say ‘excuse me’ when they bump into people just like everyone else."

Syaoran shook his head at her revelation and leaned back. There was just not a single comfortable position in these gate chairs. "I don’t think your dad’s going to appreciate you spending his savings off on French rip off stuff anyways."

Sakura made no comment, but continued to look at the stores around their chairs. She got a bright idea. "Well I’m going to buy a French dictionary!"

Syaoran made no response, so Sakura assumed it was all well and went. She got up and hurried towards a nearby bookstand. All different races of people huddled around the magazine racks, looking for some kind of connection to the foreign world they now inhabited. Sakura’s eyes scanned the lines of books for dictionaries. She spotted some on the far wall of the stand. She made her way through the travellers and stopped in front of the dictionaries.

French to English...And another French to English..... French to German... French to Italian.... French to Spanish.... Sakura frowned in confusion as her eyes reached the last in the row. Nothing about Japanese. She hadn’t forseen this. Perhaps I could just buy an English one? Sakura pulled out a few dictionaries to see if there were any hiding in the back. Nothing. She gave a defeated sigh and picked up the English to French and French to English dictionary and headed to the register. The woman at the register smiled and took Sakura’s credit card. Sakura smiled back.

"Not a French speaker, eh?"

Sakura shook her head as the card was processing. "I’m Japanese, actually."

The woman gave a small nod, as if understanding. "All you need to know here is ‘W.C.’, for the bathrooms, and ‘je ne parle pas francais’, for I don’t speak french."

Sakura’s lips moved as she silently repeated the phrases. "Alright, I think I got it."

The woman handed her the credit card and stuck out the receipt for Sakura’s signature. Sakura signed it quickly and handed it back. "Thanks alot, that should help!"

The woman nodded and headed over to aid a customer with a book on a high shelf. Sakura walked away with her new dictionary in hand. Now all she had to do was remember all of her English and she would be able to speak French. She headed back to their seats at the gate. Syaoran was sitting with a scowl on his face, as if utterly repulsed by everyone in the airport. Sakura plopped down next to him, opening the dictionary.

"Careful, you might kill someone with that look," she remarked. "Hey! Bonjour, I knew that word. Their word for ‘yes’ is weird though. I thought it was wee or something like that."

Syaoran unconsciously tried to soften his expression as he attempted to become interested in Sakura’s cultural discovery. He looked at the word her finger was pointing at. ‘Oui’ it read. "That is their word for yes. Oui, pronounced like wee."

"But how does an O a U and an I become ...wee?"

Syaoran let out an annoyed breath and shook his head. "They have a different pronunciation than English words do, I guess."

Sakura shook her head. "Preposterous." She flipped to ‘no’. ‘Non’. Easy enough. "Asides from that weird pronunciation thing, it doesn’t seem all that different. The lady at the book place told me they say ‘W.C.’ for ‘bathroom’."

"Mm," Syaoran muttered, watching a French woman slap a man, presumably her husband on the face. The liberated women of France. I guess the code of the samurai never made it to Europe.

"This word for ‘please’ is crazy! How would I ever pronounce this?"

"’See-vu-play’," Syaoran mumbled offhandedly, watching the woman storm off.

Sakura frowned as she tried to make sense of it. "But there’s an ‘L’ in it. Shouldn’t it be ‘Seel-vu-play’?"

Syaoran returned his attention to Sakura. "No."

"Non," Sakura repeated back, emersed in her book once more. Syaoran sighed and stood up, stretching his arms out.

"You want to get a hotel room or something?" Syaoran realized that it sounded slightly odd, so he added, "We’re here until four tomorrow."

Sakura shrugged. "Why not." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "We get to see Paris!"

Syaoran shook his head. "Only the street on the way to the closest hotel. Come on."

- - - - - - - -- - - - - -- -

Sakura searched frantically through her dictionary. Finally she found it. "Un chambre...seel-vu-play."

The hotel receptionist smiled patiently. "Pour deux?"

Sakura frowned. "Un moment." Sakura had learned to treasure this phrase. She searched through the book quickly, trying to find what word the woman might have been using.

"Oui, pour deux. Une chambre, s’il vous plait."

Sakura looked up at Syaoran, astounded. "What!"

The receptionist typed quickly and looked up. "C’est quarante-vingt euros, s’il vous plait."

Syaoran took the credit card from Sakura’s hand and handed it to the woman. She took it gratefully. He knew Sakura was still gaping at him. "You can’t tell me you never learned how to count in french and spanish? I thought we all had to learn those stupid songs in grade school..."

Sakura frowned, thinking back. "Oh, that...uno...does...trace...quwarto...I don’t remember it."

"I think that’s Spanish you’re remembering."

Sakura frowned at him and took the card back from the receptionist. She signed the receipt and looked to Syaoran. "But those other words? Where’d you learn those?"

"You two talking. By the power of deduction." Syaoran took the key from the lady, adding a "Merci," and headed towards the elevator.

Sakura glared at him for making her feel stupid yet again, and reluctantly followed him to the elevator. She stopped at the door. "Matte. She does know we wanted two beds and everything, right? I mean, remember that one time, when we got moved to America..."

Syaoran shrugged. "I guess we’ll find out." Truth be told, he hadn’t been quite sure what he had been ordering. He had just wanted to buy a bed so he could fall over and sleep for a day straight.

Sakura was a bit uncomfortable with how casually Syaoran was handling the situation. It didn’t do any help to complain, so she simply went into a silent treatment. Unfortunately, Syaoran wasn’t noticing. Sakura shifted weight back and forth on her legs, impatient for the elevator to get to the third floor. Finally it came to a halt, and the doors creaked open. Sakura rushed out ahead of Syaoran, then stopped and waited for him to lead the way to their room. He stopped and slid the key card through the door, then walked in.

The room smelled strongly of smoke. Smoke that had been washed over and over with an overbearing perfume. Syaoran tried not to let his disgust make it to his expression and continued through the doorway to the room. He let out a sigh of relief. She had managed at least to provide two beds. Now he wouldn’t have to attempt to complain. Sakura found the two beds and let out a sigh of relief, then set her bag down and collapsed onto the bed nearest the door.

"This is truly wonderful."

Syaoran tried not to grin at her sprawled out figure and walked over to his recently designated bed. He sat down on the edge, feeling weird to lay on it with full view of Sakura lying nearby. But his deprivation of sleep got the best of him, and he told himself he was just being immature. Syaoran laid out, thoroughly enjoying the feel of two fluffy pillows under his head. "You never appreciate this stuff until you try to sleep on an airplane."

Sakura sat up and nodded, grinning ear to ear. "I’ve never been so excited to sleep in my life. You think we should sleep now, or wait till night time?"

"Nighttime’s relative. It’s night time at home. Or at least... I think it is. It’s night time somewhere, that’s the point. Who decides what’s night and day?"

Sakura pulled off her left shoe. "I’d say the sun being up is a pretty good indication."

Syaoran glared at her. "But..." An urge to yawn rudely interrupted his speech. He decided to resign. "Whatever," he mumbled, pulling his blankets up and getting under them.

Sakura looked at him in horror. "You can’t sleep with your shoes on! That’s like a breach of the universal contract!"

"The what?" Syaoran asked, turning over on his side and facing the window.

"You know... the like... the automatic, unspoken contract everyone’s aware of the second they’re born."

"Well... no one asked me to sign it. I’m sorry it bothers you so much when I break away from the cultural norms."

Sakura laughed despite herself and slid under her blankets. After shutting her eyes for about five seconds, she realized the bright light streaming in through the window wasn’t doing anything for her. She clambered out of bed and pulled over the thick drapes. The room went much darker. Sakura walked back her bed with satisfaction and collapsed.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

When Syaoran awoke he found Sakura watching television. Her eyes were glaze over. She didn’t sleep. Syaoran felt slightly embaressed. She better not have been watching me sleep. But Sakura looked pretty involved with the television. She looked like she was halfway into the sleeping cycle. Syaoran ran his fingers through his hair quickly, then sat up, yawning. Sakura immediately snapped out of her dreaming state, rubbing her bleary eyes.

"Morning, sunshine," Sakura said in a sing-song voice.

"Is it?"

"What?"

"Is it morning," Syaoran repeated, glancing at the clock as he said it.

"Non," Sakura laughed. "It’s only been like an hour."

"Oh." Syaoran kicked off the blankets on him and stood up, stretching. "You didn’t sleep, did you?"

Sakura smiled sheepishly and shut off the TV. "No. I thought I was really tired, but when I tried to go to sleep it was like my mind wouldn’t shut up. There’s so much going on, I can’t like... stop focusing."
Syaoran smiled to himself. He had had that problem several times in his life. "Well you’re going to regret it." He walked over to the sink and poured himself a cup of water, then stood in the doorway, watching Sakura. She looked up at him smiling. Her hair was flat on one side, her eyes were tinted red, and she had large black rings under her eyes. Perfect. Syaoran allowed himself to return a short smile.

Sakura looked quickly to the window, trying to ignore the echoing images of Syaoran standing in the doorway. He was gorgeous. "Well are you hungry? There’s that cafe in the lobby. They had chairs outside and everything."

"But it’s cold out, remember?"

Sakura shrugged and got to her feet. "Cold-smold. Are you hungry?"

Syaoran nodded. "Yeah, I could eat."

- - - - - - - - --

‘Could eat’ was a major understatement. Syaoran ate more than Sakura had ever seen him eat in her life. Sakura was glad her father’s credit card was covering it. Sakura had only gotten as far as finishing half of her soup. Syaoran, however, had eaten several kinds of meat, a salad, bread and cheese, his soup, and some kind of chocolate desert. Sakura watched him finish it off with amusement.

"Well I’m thoroughly impressed."

Syaoran would have been ashamed of himself any other time, but he hadn’t eaten for what felt like days. Who knows if they would get to eat when they were in England! He decided to voice this concern aloud. "You might want to eat some more too, you know. I mean, who knows when we’ll get to eat once we’re in England."

Sakura shrugged. "I’m stuffed."

Syaoran shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. "That soup’s a killer."

Sakura looked up at a girl approaching them, a giddy look on her face. Her focus was on Syaoran. Sakura scowled. The young brunette tapped him on the shoulder. Syaoran looked up, slightly alarmed.

"Euh...excusez-moi, mais.... est-ce que vous dans Shiro Ame?"

It took Syaoran a moment to pick out the words Shiro Ame and realize what she must be asking. "Um..non."

The girl’s face fell. "Ah. J’etais sur...Juste comme Komai... il joue le guitar...Ah, attendez, tu problement parle japoinese, non? My Enlish is... very bad."

Sakura glared at the girl, hoping she would get a hint.

"Ah... I am Severine. I say....you look like Komai, from Japanese band."

"Well, I’m not," Syaoran said shortly. He returned his focus to his empty bowl of chocolate mousse, hoping the girl would leave. She didn’t. "Did you want something else?"

"Oh, no, I just... never meet Japanese before. You... brother and sister?"

Sakura jumped in. "No. We’re kind of busy, sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for."

The girl gave a weak smile and nodded, then walked away, looking irritated.

Syaoran watched her go, then tried not to let the smile tugging on his lips appear. Sakura had clearly been jealous. He stirred his spoon around in his bowl. "I thought you, uh... liked the French."

Sakura glared at the mischeivious twinkle in Syaoran’s eyes. He must have been picking up on her jealous vibes. She tried to brush him off. "I hate people talking about Komai. Sore memories, you know..." She added a convincing scowl at him.

Syaoran just smiled airily and looked around the cafe for their waitor. He grabbed the dictionary from the middle of the table. He looked through for the words he needed. As their waitor swept by, Syaoran called out, "L’addition, s’il vous plait."

Sakura tried to ignore how cool his french accent was and rested her head against her propped up fist. She was starting to feel tired. She looked around the cafe, her eyelids drooping. "This is the last day things will ever be this way."

"What do you mean?" Syaoran asked.

"Like..." Sakura looked for a good way to present her deep conclusion. There wasn’t one. "Like, after today we won’t be worrying about Eriol and the cards. Things could be ... they could be normal. We could be living normal lives, just like everyone else. We’ll go to school, get part-time jobs, go to college, blah blah blah... It’ll be the first time since I can remember."

"Potentially," Syaoran reminded her. "Who’s to say we’ll defeat him? I mean, honestly, do you really think we’ll ever be normal? After all we’ve gone through as kids?"

Sakura sighed, feeling her old bottled up emotions come screaming at her. "But doesn’t that bother you? I mean, I always hated being different... Sometimes I feel like I haven’t even lived at all. While everyone goes to school and is focused on school, work, friends, and having fun, I’ve always had something to hold me back. To keep me from being who I’m supposed to be."

"Maybe you’re living at a higher level than them. You don’t want to be normal, Sakura. Everything you’ve gone through has made you who you are, and you should not resent that. If you hadn’t been through what you’ve been through, you’d end up twenty, knocked up by some average guy, having average kids, stressing out about money, about your average career you hate, and about how you don’t think you’ll ever accomplish anything in life. How is that desirable?"

Good ole Syaoran, always putting such a perspective on things. Sakura looked downcast. "I don’t know, I just think-"

The waitor came back with a little black book. Syaoran hastily took Sakura’s credit card and put it in the book and handed it back the waitor. He looked back to her for her response. She sighed and looked down at the table cloth.

"I dunno. I just think sometimes... it must not be that bad. Everyone else does it on a regular basis..."

Syaoran shook his head. "And everyone else is miserable. Everyone is walking around out there purposeless. They don’t know what they’re doing. They make their own support groups, invent medicines, make therapy centers, all to try and appease their unhappiness."

"So you’re saying you’re happy?" Sakura’s eyes peirced straight through Syaoran for an answer.

Syaoran looked down into his empty bowl again. It was amazing what types of interesting patterns chocolate mousse reminents could make in a bowl. He opened his mouth to answer, but the waitor returned with their bill. Sakura signed it and stood up. Syaoran stood up wordlessly and headed towards the door. Sakura followed suit.

They headed through the commotion of the lobby silently and in single file. As they returned to their room, Sakura sighed loudly. She would make sure to get that answer out of him later. Right now she thought she had a good chance of sleeping. She decided to inform him of the fact.

"I’m going to sleep. I think I’ll sleep until tomorrow. What time should we get up for the airport?"

"Two. We’re only going to get about six hours of sleep." Syaoran plopped down on his bed. "I’m going to watch TV. Will that bother you?"

Sakura smiled at the fact he was being that considerate, then shook her head. "As long as it’s not blasting loud, I think I could sleep through just about anything."

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Sakura could sense the ghost was near. Or was it the ghost? She hadn’t seen her in a while. Maybe the ghost wanted some reconciliation. That was good. Sakura didn’t think this family feud needed to go on any longer.

"Sakura!"

Sakura jolted awake, her eyes wide with confusion. The room was dark. Where was she? Hotel, in Paris. Sakura met a pair of amber eyes. Syaoran. Syaoran’s here. She let out a shakey breath, then leaned back against the headboard of her bed. She found her eyes wet with tears and she batted them quickly away. What an embaressing way to wake up.

"Sakura, it’s okay, it was just a dream."

Sakura felt her insides calm as she listened to Syaoran say her name in his deep, soothing voice. He was here, and nothing was going to overwhelm her. After a few seconds of silence, she licked her dry lips and spoke. "It was some dream."

Syaoran grinned and took his hand off his shoulder from where he had shaken her awake. "I could tell."

Sakura stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to place her feelings.

"So... do you want to elaborate on it any? Or would you rather just go back to sleep?"

Sakura shook her head immediately. "No! No... that was too frightening. No it was... I don’t know what it was. It didn’t make any sense. I saw... I saw Chindra. And I saw us. And I knew I was in some kind of danger, but I suddenly realized the ghost wasn’t going to hurt us anymore. I can’t explain it. But we were in danger... and I don’t know what it was. Part of it was... I’ve had this dream a lot before, and I don’t know what it is."

Syaoran waited for her to expand, but she didn’t. "You’ve had a repetitive dream and you didn’t tell me about it?"

Sakura sighed. "Well... I would of, I mean... If I thought it was important. But it doesn’t seem like a big deal. I just know you’re going to get hurt or something, and I don’t know what to do..."

Syaoran sighed. Sakura was holding something back, but he wasn’t going to get it out of her. "Well, you can relax now. We’re both fine and safe. You’re going to get Chindra back and we’ll beat Eriol’s stupid magic once and for all."

"Eriol’s stupid magic... what a way to put it." Sakura finally evalutated the situation. The clock said 10:12. She had only been asleep for three hours. Syaoran was sitting on the edge of her bed. She had obviously been so loud she had woken him up. "So, was I yelling or screaming or what?"

Syaoran frowned for a second. "What? Oh... oh, uh...I don’t really know. Like... this will sound very stupid, but... I woke up all the sudden and I knew you were in danger somehow, so I just woke you up."

"Just... knew? So like... what if I had been having a perfectly fine dream about clouds of cotton candy and fluffy poodles? I might have been a little bitter about you waking me up then."

Syaoran rolled his eyes and stood up. "Sorry... just thought better safe than sorry," he remarked sarcastically, and started to his bed.

Sakura grabbed Syaoran’s hand and pulled him back down, trapping him in a hug. "I’m so glad you woke me up Syaoran. That dream was horrible. I felt so completely helpless and alone...I know that sounds so stupid and little kiddish but it was absolutely... horrible."

Syaoran stroked through the hair that tumbled down her back and held her tighter. "I’m not going to let that happen to you, okay? If there’s one honorable act to be done with what’s left of my life, I’m going to use it protecting you."

If not the very second Syaoran finished his sentence, it was the second after a sudden force split the room apart. Sakura found herself falling away from sound and light and time itself. Where was she? This has got to be another dream! It’s got to be!

Sakura continued to fall. But suddenly she wasn’t falling. She was standing on her own two feet, in a large empty room. Or was it a room? There was no ground, no floor, no ceiling... Just a dark tinted gray. Sakura looked around wildly. As she turned back around, she met a pair of cunning, smirking blue eyes.

"It’s been a while, Kinomoto-san."

Sakura’s eyes largened. "Eriol-kun? We were just going to see you!"

He seemed to not hear her. "Kinomoto-san, my dear, you sure have grown. Your powers are stronger, your body is stronger, and most of all, your heart is stronger. Such compassionate determination. You’ve never lost sight of your goal."

"What do you want from me?"

"Kinomoto-san, you have had one incessant weakness. Ever since the beginning of your magical journey. And that weakness will be your end. Do you know of whom I’m talking about?"

Sakura glared and gave a curt nod. Of course she knew. Everyone was always putting the blame and pointing the fingers on one boy.

"Yes, I see what you’re thinking. ‘Why is everyone always trashing my friend? Why can’t they see he’s just helping me?’ Sakura, I’m not putting the blame on anyone. And yes, you’re right, I’m just part of your dream anyways. What does it matter what I say?"

Sakura shook her head. "No, no, I didn’t mean that. I want to hear what you have to say, dream or no. Why do you not want Syaoran with me?"

Eriol smiled, his best and most charming smile. "Sakura-chan, you must realize that your fate is your own. No one else’s. Yours. And all of your wise advisors, yes, even Touya, understand this. We just want to help keep you both safe. There’s only one master of your destiny, your magic, and your cards, and that’s you. You alone. Now why drag the one you love into such danger when the situation is way beyond his reach?"

Sakura scowled. "But I-"

"Think it over, Sakura. We both know what will happen to him if you let him in. Don’t we?"

Sakura scowled even harder. This is just a dream. If I think hard enough, I’ll wake up. I’ll wake up. Come on, body, wake up! WAKE UP!

Sakura’s eyes stirred for a moment. She felt dizzy. But she was sitting on her bed, staring into the dark of the room. She immediately looked for Syaoran. He was asleep, on his bed. How much of that had really happened? Had Eriol gotten into her dream somehow? Or was all of that just one long nightmare? Had she dreamed waking up and being consoled by Syaoran? There was only one way to figure it out.

She got off her bed and walked over to Syaoran’s. She sat on the edge and gently shook his shoulder. He jumped up, awake, his eyes looking around wildly. Slowly they focussed on Sakura. "What...what just happened?"

Sakura tried to keep her emotions at bay, though they were doing a good job of ignoring her pleas. "I don’t know..."

"Did I really wake you up, then fall back asleep?"
Sakura felt slightly releived. "Well I remember it too, so I guess so." She felt her eyes water. When would this end? "Did you see Eriol too?"

Syaoran frowned, thinking back. "I saw..." He let out a deep breath. "I don’t know what I saw. It was like... what my life would have been without me accepting the mission to find the Clow Cards. It was... strange."

Sakura knew she wasn’t going to hold these tears back, but she continued to try. "I’m sorry I...I’m bringing all of this upon you." Sakura admitted defeat and collapsed onto his shoulder, tears coming quickly.

Syaoran quickly brought up a consoling arm. "It’s alright Sakura. He’s just trying to confuse us. He knows we’re near, what we’re planning, and he’s scared. That’s all. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine."

Sakura said nothing for a long time. She waited for her tears to stop, then waited for every trace of them to be gone. After about ten minutes, she picked her head up off Syaoran’s shoulder and smiled a weak but sincere smile. "Thanks Syaoran. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Syaoran shook his head and grinned. "None of this probably would have happened and you’d be a happy, average person."

Sakura shook her head, then looked into Syaoran’s amber eyes. He held them steady. "So are you happy?"

"In this moment...yeah."

Sakura managed a real smile this time. And as much to her surprise as his, she found her lips on his. And with even more surprise, she found Syaoran kissing her back. And a moment later, they were into a whole kissing rhythm. Syaoran pulled Sakura in a little closer and put every bit of passion into it that he had.

As the intensity increased, Sakura found herself nervous, and quietly slipped out of his arms. She tried to hide the fact that she was shaking and smiled at him. "I don’t know... what I’m doing."

Syaoran smiled back at her. "Neither do I." He pulled her back, and she thought for a moment he was going to kiss her again, but instead he hugged her tightly. That was great. Sakura let herself relax into his arms and sucked in a lungful of air. Some things in life were so scary and so exciting all at the same time.

Like watching a thunderstorm or something was the only relevant thought that passed through Sakura’s mind. She sat there holding him and being held for a long time, before her eyes finally signaled time for a transition. "I can’t stay awake any longer. I need to get some sleep before our big flight tomorrow."

Syaoran reluctantly let her go. "Yeah..." was the only thing he could think of to say. He looked into her eyes, knowing he wanted to say something. What was it? Oh. Should I... As if to answer his thoughts, Sakura stood up and smiled.

"Oyasumi, Syaoran."
Syaoran smiled back "Oyasumi, Sakura. Sweet dreams."

Sakura grinned at that and settled into her own bed, shivering with excitement. "Thanks, you too." She rolled over on her side with her back Syaoran and stared at the wall in disbelief. But something more important had happened, hadn’t it? Sakura tried to force herself to refocus on Eriol, but found herself replaying the scene with Syaoran like some kind of movie. I have all tomorrow to think about Eriol. This kind of stuff is once in a lifetime. Sakura decided to appease herself by pushing all thoughts other than Syaoran out of her head for the time being. She listened intently for his breathing from the other side of the room. But Syaoran was completely quiet. Had he really fallen asleep that fast after something like that? He’s probably just trying to pretend to be asleep and not make any sound just like I am. I wonder if he’s as shocked as I am?

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ARGH! "NO, I swear it’s this way!" Sakura persisted, pointing stubbornly to the left of the main hall they stood before.

Syaoran rolled his eyes. "Sakura, we were just here not ten hours ago. Don’t you remember passing that store with all the fuzzy boas?"

Sakura had to smile. "Boas? I’m sorry, I must not have noticed."

Syaoran refused to let her make him feel stupid. "Well I remember it. So that means we walked through here, which in turn means-"

"Fine. But if we get lost and miss our flight, I’m blaming it all on you." Sakura stalked off in the direction Syaoran had insisted on.

Sakura thought she would have been incredibly uncomfortable waking up in the morning around Syaoran after the night’s expeditions. Luckily they both woke late, and barely had time to change clothes before running out the door and checking out of the hotel. Since then their conversations had only been bickerings about one thing or another. Maybe if he wasn’t so stubborn sometimes Sakura thought to herself, looking around at the large gate they were in. She pulled her bookbag onto a more secure position on her shoulder and stopped, looking at another fork in the airport. She glanced at Syaoran who stopped beside her.

Syaoran looked at the tickets in his hand, then looked up at the signs. "It says gate G. That sign says gates 4-10. I mean, who the hell made this airport? So typical."

Sakura rolled her eyes and stole the tickets from him. "Typical for the French, right? Let me see these." Sakura looked over the ticket. It really did say gate G. She looked at the sign. Gates 4-10. "Ah."

Syaoran glared at her. "What?"

Sakura retracted the tickets from his reach. "Oh...nothing," she muttered, trying to lead on like she knew something. This airport really is messed up. Sakura looked around the hallways, searching for some kind of answer. A strange twist of fate caused her to spot a semi-familiar face amongst the crowds of strangers. "There’s that girl."

Syaoran frowned at Sakura, then looked to see what she had found. The brunette Komai fan. "Great. How’s that going to get us to our plane before it takes off?"

"Well, go ask her. She’d do anything for you, I bet." Sakura scowled at the thought.

Syaoran turned his head to let a laugh escape. "What do you propose we do?"

"I propose you go over there and ask if she knows how to get to gate G."

Syaoran sighed, evaluated the level of Sakura’s seriousness, then complied. He headed towards the girl, racking his brain for her name. Severine. She was leaning against the wall, looking nonchalantly at a group of boys at a nearby cafe. Syaoran took in a deep breath and approached her. "Severine?"

The girl about jumped out of her skin, then smiled broadly at Syaoran. "Komai boy. Where you travel to?"

"England," Syaoran said simply. "Listen, I was wondering if you knew how to get to gate G."

The girl frowned, then looked up at the sign. "G..." She looked back to Syaoran. "May I see your tickets?"

Syaoran handed them to her.

"Hmm.... Ah. Here. Next airport, gate G. Here in France, gate three."

Syaoran took the tickets from her and looked questioningly. There it was, plain as day. "Ah.. Merci." Syaoran turned quickly and headed back to Sakura, hoping to get away so painlessly.

"Wait! Where go you in England?" Severine called after him.

Syaoran gave her a quarterturn of his attention and then continued on his way to Sakura. "London, or somewhere around it. I don’t really know."

"I’ve been there many times. Beautiful country."

Syaoran gave a weak nod. "I’m sure it is."

Sakura smiled with relief at Syaoran’s return, trying to block out the girl following him around. "So did you figure it out?"

"Yeah. It’s gate three. We better hurry."

"So why you two travel to England? You travel all the way from Japan?"

Sakura glared at the girl, then addressed Syaoran in Japanese. "She’s like a lost puppy. Better watch out, she’ll follow you onto the plane."

Severine watched her curiously. Syaoran sighed. "Yes. We’re meeting friends."

"Japanese sounds nice to listen to. I try to learn Chinese, but... too difficult."

"Apparently English was too..." Sakura said under her breath. Syaoran bit his lower lip to keep from smiling.

"We need to go to our plane," Syaoran said, trying to get away from the French girl before lashed out and hurt her.

"Ah, okay. I will go with you, to ensure ..."

You just escort people around the airport all day? Don’t you have a flight to catch or something?Sakura reluctantly followed Syaoran, who was waking next to Severine. "Do you work at the airport or something?"

The girl shook her head. "No. I wait for my flight to...America."

Sakura sighed and watched the back of Syaoran’s head as they walked. The back of his hair was flattened from his pillow. Sakura guessed he had forgotten to brush his hair in the stress of getting out on time. They had forgotten alot of things in their rush to get to the airport. I wanted to take a shower. Darn. But oh well, I guess. I mean... we could have woken up then had a half hour to sit around each other all awkward and everything. "So Syaoran... how about the weather?" I wish we could be more adult about things... and actually talk about feelings. No, instead we have to kiss all the sudden and then pretend nothing happened the day after... UGH! What was I thinking, just kissing him all the sudden like that?... I guess he was being really sweet and I just wanted to express how I felt... but wow... It was very nice...great really... I guess...

"Sakura!"

"Nani?"

"I don’t know what could possibly be so interesting to think about. Get in line"

Sakura glared at him for a minute before she realized he was directing her to the line boarding the plane. She turned wordlessly and marched in front of him. Syaoran grinned as he was safely behind her and gave a last wave to Severine, who looked completely heartbroken at his exit. Oh Sakura. You’re one in a million.

"May I look in your bag, miss?"

Sakura looked up at the security officer, then nodded. "Yeah." She handed him her backpack and glared at Syaoran as he walked freely into the plane.

What could possibly be so interesting to think about... What a jerk. Is he being serious? Who knows. It sounded more like he was making fun of me. That’s just great. I should have known that Syaoran doesn’t really value that stuff... he did it so freely on stage with that one girl... Alexis. Just thinking of watching that horrific scene in the play made Sakura’s blood boil. It must have shown on her expression, for as the guard handed her back her bookbag he gave her a quizzical look.

"Thank you for your time, miss."

Sakura smiled and nodded as she turned and headed onto the plane. She looked at her ticket for her seat number, then spotted Syaoran putting his bag in the overhead. He smiled at her and took her bag and stuffed it in next to his. "That makes us even."

Sakura frowned in confusion as she squeezed into the window seat. "What?"

"I got my bag checked in Japan. We’re even."

"Oh." Sakura was about to say more, but a business woman in her late fourties arrived at their section of seats and settled in next to Syaoran. She sighed and looked out the window. I need to focus. I’m about to meet with Eriol and try and get finished with these cards once and for all, and all I can think about is a stupid kiss...kisses I guess. She glanced at Syaoran who was staring off into space, then looked back out the window at the still dark runway of Paris. I never got to go shopping. Maybe on the way back I can actually see Paris. Actually see Paris before I go back and get grounded for the rest of my life. Oh I hope dad’s okay... She looked back at Syaoran. He was staring, transfixed on the threading of the seat in front of him. "I don’t know what could possibly be so interesting to think about," Sakura said, feeling a little avenged.

Syaoran looked at her with almost a hint of surprise in his eyes, then laughed shyly and looked the other direction. Sakura swore she could see him blushing. Syaoran blushing. Syaoran doesn’t blush. He isn’t capable of it.. Sakura opened her mouth to try and further her feeble stab at his pride but Syaoran gave her a serious look and she quieted.

"Sakura...I know it’s kind of tough, but... I think we really need to get the, uh... the past occurences out of our mind. For the time being, anyways. We’re going to see Eriol and quite possibly have some kind of epic battle and we really need to prepare for it. Gather some kind of strategy or something. There’s so many other things to think about..." Syaoran looked like he was struggling so Sakura jumped in.

"Yeah. There’s bigger fish to fry," She agreed, adding, "Why not just forget about it?" under her breath.

Syaoran, unfortunately, heard her. "No, I didn’t say forget about it. I said, put it aside for now. Put your mind on one track for the cards sake and our future’s sake." The seat belt sign blinked on, and the air plane stewardesses began going through their little speech of airplane safety. Sakura and Syaoran both clicked their seat belts in and pulled them tight.

Sakura sighed and looked out the window. She felt so uncomfortable she thought she might as well have her shirt on inside out, underwear on her head, and a big sign that said ‘Look at me!’. Past occurences. What a sweet title. Is that all it was for him? An occurence? Why did I kiss a boy I can’t even talk to? Oh the stupid drama of a teenage relationship. "Sounds like the smart, logical, practial, Syaoran kind of thing to do."

"Please don’t do that. We need to focus for both our sakes. Don’t you want to have the rest of our lives to figure that stuff out?"

Sakura let out a loud sigh and nodded reluctantly. "I know you’re right. It’s just... just difficult, that’s all."

Syaoran made no verbal response, only gave her a pitying look before returning his gaze to the thread count on the chairs a few rows up.

Sakura yawned and leaned into her seat as the plane took off. In less than an hour they would be in London, taking a taxi to meet their fate. There were so many questions she had. After letting her thoughts stay on her cards long enough, Sakura found herself a long ways from thinking of Syaoran.

What if Eriol isn’t really an enemy? What if the cards conjured him up when we were at that house, to try and frame him or something? Then again...... why are they turning back to the Clow? Somebody’s got to be calling them back... Was it really so bad being Sakura Cards?

"You should probably get some extra sleep. I have a feeling we won’t get much resting time in London."

Sakura looked over at Syaoran, then sighed and nodded. The business lady on his other side had pulled out some little version of a laptop and was clicking away with her long fingernails tapping the keys. Her eyelids drooped as she watched the speed of the woman’s typing. Sakura yawned and looked out the window. The sun was just rising. Rays of orange and yellow sneaked into the horizon. Clouds reflected soft pinks and purples. Sakura blinked her eyes awake and tried to make a plan for sleeping. She leaned her head against the window but found the vibration of the plane was too irritating to sleep against. She leaned her head back on her chair and attempted to sleep. The little bit of sunlight harassed her and slipped through the cracks in her eyelids. She pulled the shade down over the little window and looked longingly at the aisle. If she could get out, she could get the pillow from the overhead. Unfortunately it looked like she was pretty locked into her seat by the window.

"I don’t know how comfortable my shoulder is, but..." Syaoran mumbled, pretending to be horribly busy in a flight safety manual.

Sakura watched his expression to see if he’d look at her, then slowly smiled. He was determined to look aloof. It must be completely exhausting holding up such a persistent front of arrogance and disconnection. She hesitantly leaned in on his shoulder, keeping her head towards the edge of the shoulder bone to avoid being awkwardly close. It wasn’t very comfortable, but at least it wasn’t embaressing. She suddenly realized she felt safe. She could smell the salt on his skin and the two-day-old laundry detergent on his shirt. Right now she was invincible. She shut her eyes tight, feeling her bitterness leave her. Syaoran was right. There was no time to be thinking about ‘past occurences’. They needed to work as a team if they wanted to have the rest of their lives to themselves. The cards needed to be settled once and for all.

"I’m scared, Syaoran," Sakura confessed in her tired voice, surprising herself as she said it.

Syaoran was careful not to move, because Sakura’s perch on the edge of his shoulder was sure to diminish the second he shifted his weight. He felt her shiver against the sharp armrest between them. Syaoran carefully inched his arm up and placed it gingerly around her shoulders, shifting her into a more secure position on his shoulder. Sakura didn’t even open her eyes. "With both of us working together, we’ll have no problem winning."

Sakura smiled at Syaoran’s confidence at let out a slow breath. If they could stay together, they wouldn’t have a problem winning. But it seemed something was always pulling them apart.

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How about that? That must have been like six months in the making. I have no good apologies or excuses. I’m a bad person. Guess what though! I didn’t even plan it, and it looks like this half of the story is going to end perfectly on chapter fifty! What coincidence! I’m going to go post this up and work on the next chapter. It’s all drama and action from here folks!

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