chapter two

The next morning  Christina woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.  Groaning, she slammed her hand down on the alarm clock making it stop.  She tried to get back to sleep but she couldn’t.  

Rubbing her eyes she got out of bed and into her bathroom, deciding to take a shower.  

***  

She was walking down the lonely beach at night, letting her toes sink into the sand, the moon was her only light, as it reflected from the water and onto her silhouetted figure.  

Nick followed closely behind making sure to not be caught, he watched her as the calm breeze gently blew her hair around her face.  The mystery girl shivered, pulling at her clothes, to keep herself from getting too cold.  

She found a nice spot near the water and sat down, letting the water gently wash over her feet and return to the sea again.  Nick hid behind a tree as he watched this mystery girls’ eyes gChristen with tears, her face becoming damp and shining in the moonlight.  

Nick watched the girl as she wiped her face and slowly stood up, walking into the sea, deeper and deeper, it suddenly dawned on him what she was attempting to do, it was dark, no one was around and she wasn’t even wearing the right clothes.  Half of her body was already in the water when Nick started running towards the sea,  

“No!” he screamed, “Don’t leave me!”  The girl didn’t acknowledge his presence, she kept walking deeper into the sea.  

“Please! Don’t do this!” tears were stinging Nick’s red cheeks as he pleaded for her to come back. “It doesn’t have to be this way!”  

The girl stopped walking and so Nick didn’t move, she turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes, her tearful face was reflecting the moonlight, Nick could only make out how blue her eyes were and how her white blond hair shone “Goodbye Nick” she said softly before turning back to the sea, “Goodbye…”  

Nick let out a scream and watched as she disappeared into the mysterious underworld, “NO!”  

***  

Christina was kneeling down next to Nick on the sofa who was obviously dreaming, she brushed some of his hair aside with her fingers and put her hand on his chest.  She was very thankful that he spent the night there for her, on the most likely uncomfortable sofa.  She watched how his chest rose and fell with every breath, it was a comforting thing to see, for some very unknown reason, Chris was getting a little tired, she decided to just close her eyes for a moment.   

Still kneeling on the floor, Christina rested her head on her hands that she had on Nick’s chest.  But without even realizing it, she fell asleep.  

***  

Nick fell to the ground, letting his knees sink into the sand, he buried his head into his hands, “Don’t leave me!!!” he yelled towards the calm and steady sea. “Please…don’t leave me” he said a little more quietly as sobs overtook his trembling body.   

He closed his eyes and opened them, only to find himself laying on the beach again, but this time it was bright, the sun was rising, but still no-one was there.  He looked around and saw her, she was standing in the water looking out towards the sunrise.  

Nick stood up and walked into the water, curious to who this girl was.  He stood right behind her, water covering a little more than half of his body, but the water was up to her shoulders.  

“You know I love you don’t you?” she said not looking at him, still staring out into the horizon.  

“I do, and I love you too, more than you can ever imagine” Nick replied, somehow the words just came out, he didn’t even know who this girl was.  

The girl looked at him, he could see her face, but at the same time he couldn’t.  She took his hand and held it.  Together they both stared into the horizon, and together they both closed their eyes.  

***  

Nick slowly opened his eyes, where was he? He felt something on top of him, looking down he saw a girl resting her head on his chest, he gently pushed some hair aside and saw who it was, he remembered where he was, and why he was there.  

He didn’t want to wake her up so he just lay there staring up at the ceiling, he had his hand on her back rubbing up and down, he wanted to lay there forever, it was so peaceful.  But he knew if he didn’t get something to eat, and fast that he would die!  

He gently lifted Christina’s head and got out from underneath.  He then lifted her up from the floor and brought her to her bed, placing her down and making sure she was comfortable.  She wasn’t that heavy anyway.  He kissed her forehead and walked out of the room into the kitchenette. 

He was thinking about his dream, the dream he had just had, had been recurring for some time now, and the last one seemed even more real and disturbing.  

Shrugging it off he looked into the cupboards and fridge, finding milk and cereal.  “Ugh” he said to himself, “Oh well, it’s food”.  

He made some for himself and sat down to eat it.  

There was a knock on the door.  He stood up tiredly and walked towards it and looked out of the peephole.  It was Brit and Just and JC, the mousketeer reunion! Nick thought and laughed at himself before opening the door for them.  

“Well I’ll be damned! Nickolas Gene Carter from the Backstreet Boys!” JC laughed and shook Nick’s hand. 

“and Joshua…uh, something Chasez!” Nick replied grinning.  

JC put a hurt look on his face and pretended to be an over-obsessed teeny (AN~no offense to anyone) “Oh, like, my God! You like, are, sooo dumb! How can you like, NOT know my future husband’s middle name!?”  

They all laughed a little, “Um, Chris’s still asleep” Nick explained letting them in, “I woke up and she was resting on top of me”  

Justin grinned, “Ah, little Nicky got the groove on last night did he?” he teased.  

Nick gave him a weird look, JC laughed and Brit elbowed him in the side.  “Ow!”  

“Well, we came here to see if she was alright” Brit explained, “But we have this whole concert thing we have to do and we can’t stay for long…”  

“It’s okay, I have nothing on today, and the other guys have all gone out to do stuff by themselves”  

“So you’ll be able to look after her?” Justin asked.  

“Sure, I don’t mind” Nick smiled.  

“Okay, well we should really go, just remember to tell Chris that we said hi” Brit smiled as she stood up.   

***  

It had been half an hour since Brit, Justin and JC had left and Christina was still asleep, Nick by now was incredibly bored.  He was sitting on the sofa watching himself on MTV, he didn’t find himself at all interesting, in fact he found himself extremely boring.  It was Making the Video for Shape of My Heart.   

“I love you man” Nick said as he had his arm around Howie’s neck.  Howie had a strange look on his face,  

“Nick you’re embarrassing me” Howie tried to get away but Nick gave him a kiss on the cheek then let go leaving a disgusted Howie rubbing his cheek.  

“Aw, man!”  

“Oh God, what’d I do that for?! What was I thinking?!” Nick shook his head and kept his eyes on the television.  That’s when he heard giggling, he turned around to find Chris standing at the door to her room with a hand over her mouth.  

“Yeah yeah, you go on! Laugh!” Nick pouted and sat back facing the tv again.  

Chris walked forward and jumped onto the sofa right next to Nick.  She looked at him and laughed.  

“What?” he asked trying not to laugh himself.   

“You’re so cute when you look mad!” he grinned.  

“Your saying I’m not cute when I’m NOT mad?” he pouted again.  

Christina didn’t answer, she simply shrugged and faced the tv, leaning up against Nick’s side.  

“So what do you want to do today?” Nick asked.  

***  

13 hours later… 9:00pm.  

Nick and Christina had had a very busy day and were now in the hotel swimming pool.   

“Nick! Stop splashing me now!”  Christina yelled blocking herself from the deadly, ‘Nick’ water.

She eventually dived underwater and towards him, jumping up right in front of him and giving him the shock of the century.  “Gee, don’t scare me like that!”  

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on his chest pushing him backwards into the water.  She then swam to the edge of the pool hopping out and standing at the edge.  When Nick finally came up for air he swam to the side also and started chasing after her.  

She grabbed her towel and started running, she ran into the hotel, with Nick close behind.  

(Christina Aguilera ~ Point Of View)

I ran down a hallway, having no idea where I was going, and found myself at a dead end. It was either go outside onto the patio, or be caught by Nick. Nick wasn't far from me, and I figured going outside on the patio would be better. So run outside I did, dodging scattered chairs and carefully placed tables, pulling them behind to make it harder for Nick; that was boy was fast and was catching up. Running through the patio, I found myself in some sort of garden. I jumped over a bush, and some other random shrubs and then ran onto the paved path that went around this sort of garden, which I soon realized lead to the outdoor pool.

All of a sudden I felt two strong arms grab me from around the waist and we went tumbling down to the ground, rolling down the small hill in the direction of the tennis courts.

"Yikes!" I half yelped, half laughed.

We rolled down the hill at least five times, and when we came to a stop, I had managed to be on top of Nick. I smiled down on him. "I have you pinned," grabbing his wrists and holding them against the cool grass, near his head.

"You don't have me pinned," he replied.

"Oh I do," I said. "Look who's on top. And look who's stuck underneath me."

He shrugged to the best of his ability. "You still don't have me pinned though."

"I do, just admit it," I replied with a grin. "I have got you pinned and you cannot get up."

"I can get up," he said nonchalantly.

"Then why don't you?" I asked.

"Maybe because I'm relishing the fact that you're sitting on top of me," he said quietly.

"Yuck," I laughed. "Admit it, I have caught you and you're stuck."

Nick was the one that started to laugh. "Chris, I hate to break your bubble, but you honestly don't have me pinned."

"Then unpin yourself," I giggled.

"It's too easy. That's why I haven't."

"Yeah right it's too easy," I remarked.

"No seriously, it's too easy," he said slowly. "I mean this is what I find funny: you think that you actually have me pinned. I can so easily move…"

"Then move!" I laughed. "Prove to me that I have not pinned you."

"That would be unfair though," Nick said. "This way, you think you have me pinned. I'll play along."

"But now that I know," I said, "it is no longer fair."

"Okay then, make it harder," Nick replied. "Press down on my arms."

I looked at him. "I am."

He laughed. "Press harder."

"This is as hard as I can press," I answered honestly.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, seriously. I'm pressing," I laughed.

"Oh dear," Nick sighed.

"Hey, I'm a weakling, I know it but don't mock me," I said, trying with all my might to push on Nick's arms the best I could. "Okay, you're just like… Too muscular, or something."

"Why thank you," he said in a deep voice. I laughed, squeezing and pressing and pushing as hard as I could. "Come on," he urged, "Push!"

"You make it sound like we're having a baby," I giggled.

"Well PUSH!" Nick insisted. He started to laugh at the funny faces I was making.

"Okay I give," I sighed, out of breath.

"Take a breather and then push," Nick said.

"No, just get up if you say you can."

"But now you're expecting it."

"Nick," I said, slightly exasperated. "If you say that you can oh-so easily get up, then get up. If you don't get up then I shall believe that I have you pinned and I have triumphed over you. This is me getting you back from splashing me."

"Okay," he replied, "push down on my arms again."

I smiled. "You and I both know that pushing does absolutely nothing. Or so you say."

"Do it," he ordered.

"Fine," I said, pressing as hard as I could with all my might on Nick's arms.

All of a sudden, in one quick fluid motion, Nick and I had traded places, and I was now lying on the grass with Nick sitting on top of me.

"Told you that it was way too easy," he said, his hands holding onto my wrists and pressing down.

I struggled underneath him, trying to escape, but he had me pinned. "Okay," I said weakly, "You got me. I am now underneath. You can let go now. You won."

Nick didn't let up. Instead, he remained on top of me; his hands holding tightly onto my wrists, with what felt like, most of his weight pushing down on me. "Now see what comes from having a younger 13 year old brother and four other grown men as best friends," he was saying, "The things you learn are just amazing."

"That's really nice, but can you let me go now?"

"See what kind of control I have while I'm up here and you're down there?" he asked me.

"I don't care," I replied, "Please let me go… You're hurting me."

"See Chris, this is being pinned. You can't move, can you, not at all," Nick continued to talk.

"Nick, please," I whimpered. "You are like seriously killing my wrists."

"This is strength, which you need to gain and a lot of," Nick said, pushing down harder.

"OW!" I cried out. "Nick, let me go!" I was honestly getting scared. Nick was getting weird on me. Further more, he was hurting me.

He smiled at me as he let my arms go, but still sat on top of me.

I quickly started to rub my soar and visibly, in the pale moonlight, red wrists. "Weirdo," I glared up at him. "That hurt, stupid."

He looked at me, disbelieving almost. "Sorry," he shrugged. He reached for my hand but I snatched it back.

"No, it like seriously hurt. Why didn't you let go when I said so?"

"Let me see," he said, grabbing one of my wrists and looking at it.

As I let him inspect the damage he had done to my wrists I said, "I know I'm a weakling, but you have to respect that."

"I'm sorry," he said simply. "I thought that you were just trying to get out of it or something."

"No," I said, "I really was in pain."

"Hate me?"

"Not as much as I probably should, no," I replied.

"It's kind of weird, because you forget how much weaker girls can be and how much stronger you actually seem," Nick said quietly.

I looked at him, wondering if I should take that as an insult.

"Not that I mean all guys are stronger than girls," Nick quickly replied, "It's just that in some cases, a lot of guys are stronger than girls. It's not like you can help it though, I think it's just the way guys are made… If ya know what I mean, but I'm probably digging myself into a deeper hole."

I smiled at him. "No, you're right. Guys are just like naturally stronger than girls, in later years."

"Yes, later years," Nick agreed.

"Yeah because generally, girls over power boys when they're younger," I said.

"They most certainly do, as my sister so once proved to me," Nick laughed.

"What, she beat up Aaron?" I asked.

"No, Leslie was about four or so and she purposely punched me in the face because I was taunting her about how much bigger and stronger I was," Nick answered. "I bled and I cried."

"Go your sister!" I laughed.

Nick looked down at me, still gently rubbing my wrists. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he said quietly. "I just forget sometimes when I'm around girls in general; like the guys could have easily handled that. But I think you'll be okay," he added after inspecting them.

I smiled at up. "I don't think you snapped me."

"Alright, good," he grinned.

A strange, yet comfortable silence came over us. I stared up at the stars as Nick played with my hands.

"You know what I like about girls?" he asked me.

I started to giggle. "There's probably a lot of things guys like about girls."

"Yeah well, if you're thinking dirty, there are," Nick smiled at me, "but I'm serious and not thinking dirty."

"Okay," I said slowly, "What do you like about girls?"

"The fact their hands are always so much smaller than mine," he answered, looking down at my hand and then comparing our hand sizes by placing his palm against mine. "I meet a lot of girls, and I shake a lot of hands, and either I've got huge hands or girls' hands are just tiny. I'm always so afraid that I'm going to crush their hand or something when I shake it."

I laughed. "Well Nick, my hands are a lot smaller than most hands," I said. "Honestly, I have not met someone with smaller hands than me, so you can't really compare, but yes, guys generally do have bigger hands. Then again, everyone has bigger hands than me."

"Yeah," Nick replied, holding our hands up, "You do have pretty tiny hands. Holy cow, look at this!"

My hand fitted his palm almost perfectly. Only the tops of my three middle fingers slightly went over the top part of Nick's palm, near the base of his fingers.

"Told ya so," I commented, shrugging, not bothered by the comparison of our hands together at all.

"But that's the other thing," Nick mused softly, more to himself than to me. "You girls are just tiny in general. Like your bone structure is always more delicate than guys, ya know?"

"Yeah, I suppose," I replied. "But not all girls, just some."

"True, not all. But most." His hands ran over and around my shoulders and then down my arms, and over my waist. "See, you're small," he said quietly.

"Well I'm definitely not tall, but I'm not like… tiny."

"No," Nick said with a smile, looking me up and down, "you're small, tiny too."

"Should I be taking these as compliments?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I guess," he replied with a shrug. "Take it how you want. It's the truth."

I looked up at him questioningly. "Is that why guys find the need to be all big, buff and manly when they're around girls?" I asked. "Because you're just naturally bigger and more broader and bigger bone structure and all that than girls, so you feel the need to, like, protect us or something?"

Nick looked at me, momentarily contemplating. "Actually, you might have a point there. It's not like we try purposely, well not all the time, and not all of us. Sometimes we do, we go out of our way to impress a girl, but not always. I guess sometimes it just comes naturally," he said. "Just because you seem so much smaller and more delicate than us, so if you're sad or scared or something, and if we like you, then we'll want to protect you, or something."

"So it's not always a big ego man kind of thing?"

He shook his head. "No, not always. Generally, most of the time, it's really about being there for you and watching out for you, protecting you and making sure that you're alright."

"So you care."

"Of course we care," Nick replied quickly. "I mean with some girls, say yourself, it's not like I worry about you when you're not around me, cause I know you'll be okay and that you can take care of yourself. But if I'm around, and I think this is with most guys, if I'm around I'll want to protect you or whatever, just to make sure you're okay."

"Aww Nick," I smiled.

He looked at me suspiciously. "What?"

"I'm a sucker for that boy rescues girl stuff," I laughed. "Hug me."

Nick laughed at me and patted my forehead assuring. "There, there strange one."

"I'm not strange," I grinned. "I'm just… touched by that sort of rescue stuff, like what you helped me with." I looked down at my hands.

"It's not all rescuing," Nick said.

"Well you know what I mean," I replied. "Chivalry then."

"Want to know what else I like about girls?" he asked, after eyeing me strangely and ignoring my last statement.

"What else do you like?"

"How you always, always, always smell good," he replied.

"Us?" I questioned, "What about you? You guys always smell good too. Well not always… But when you're out to smell good, you do."

Nick looked at me. "You think guys smell good?"

"Generally, yeah," I replied. "Circumstances permitting. I mean if they just walked out of the gym, then no, I do not expect them to smell good. But like, if they're going out somewhere, then yeah, I do expect them to smell good, and they always do. I don't know… Maybe I'm just a strange kid that is attracted to the smell of guys' cologne. I do not know. I just like how most of you smell. I think sometimes though, guys' cologne can smell better than some of that girls' stuff. I mean, I'd wear it."

Nick laughed. "You wear guys' cologne?"

"No," I said, "I meant that if the opportunity presented itself, then yes, I just might wear it. And if it smelt good; sometimes it can be really strong and like if you breathe in too fast and too deep it feels like you're suffocating or something, but if it's nice, then yeah, I really do like guys' cologne."

Nick wrinkled his nose. "I don't think guys cologne on girls would be too appealing."

"It wouldn't?" I asked. "Why not?"

"Just because I don't think it would," Nick answered. "I mean guys' cologne, that's exactly what it is, guys' cologne. It just wouldn't seem right on girls, ya know? Like guys put it on themselves, so it's not something we'd want to smell on a girl," he tried to explain. "I don't know, I think it would take away your femininity or something."

"Yeah, I suppose cologne does kind of have that masculine smell, doesn't it?"

"It does, yeah."

"I still like it through," I replied. "And I think whatever you wear smells really, really gosh darn good."

"You think?" he laughed.

"I do," I replied. "And I like it. A lot."

"Does it make you want me?" Nick grinned evilly at me.

"Um, no," I replied honestly. "It makes me want your cologne though."

Nick nodded, obviously taking this all into account.

"What about you though?" I asked. "Why do you like girls' smells so much?"

"Because I do," he answered, shrugging. "I mean they always smell really good, even it's just shampoo, it's good. You have this way about making your scent kind of linger in the air, so you can still smell it when you're gone, and it can, like, soak into your clothes, and so it just stays there, always smelling good. And it usually smells fruity, or of flowers or something sweet and nice, and refreshing, and it's nice. I like it."

"Sounds like you have experience with good-smelling girls," I mused quietly, and then we both laughed at how odd that sounded.

"Actually… That's just from you," he said softly. "I mean, yeah, I've been around girls that wear a lot of perfume and some of it is like sickly sweet and totally disgusting and can give you a headache and just make you feel sick, I've been around those girls before and it isn't always pleasant. But you…You're different. I’ve passed you at awards shows and at interviews and when we bump into each other, and this passed day, your smell it's like so light, but it's there and it just lingers around, and I like that. I like how you smell and I like how it lingers around me when you're not there."

"This has turned itself into a very weird conversation," I grinned.

"It has, but it's enlightening, don't you think?" Nick asked.

"It is," I agreed. "But you know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that they make boys cologne appealing to girls, more so than guys, just like they make girls perfume more appealing for boys than they do for girls," I explained. "So it's like our senses are mixed up and backwards. It's not really the girls that love the fruity and flowery smells, it's the guys. And it's not really the guys that like that cologne kind of smell, it's the girls. Know what I mean?"

Nick laughed. "Strange thing is, I do."

"Good, because it's true," I said, all knowingly.

"How do you know?"

"Just because I do," I replied smiling up at him mischievously.

"You know it all, don't you?" Nick grinned.

"Damn straight," I replied.

"You have everything figured out."

"I do, I do."

"So you'd be able to tell me everything that I would need to know about anything," Nick continued. "You would be my Know It All Girl and whenever someone asked me a question that I didn't know I could turn to you and go 'what's the answer?' and you would tell me."

I started to laugh. "Actually, no, I probably couldn't," I said, "but I can tell you right now that you're squishing me."

Nick quickly rolled off me and lay down beside me. "Better?" he asked.

"Much," I answered with a smile. "So, what was this that you had to show me, you told me before we went swimming that you needed to show me something.?"

"This was it," Nick said quietly.

"What?"

"This," he said again, sweeping towards everything that surrounded us with his arms. "Just the outside of the hotel and walking around with you, this was it. Funny how you didn't even know, yet you ran here anyway."

"Oh I knew," I grinned. "Remember, I'm your Know It All Girl."

Nick faced me and smiled, as he put his arms underneath his head. "I suppose you did."

For five minutes, no one said a thing, and we just lay there, on the cool green grass that was neatly cut. We stared up into the sky in silence, staring at the few stars that we could see.

"What would you do if you were a star?" Nick suddenly asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence that was lulling me to sleep.

"If I was a star?" I questioned. "Well I'm not a star, and I don't think I'll ever be a star, so it doesn't really concern me, I don't think. But if I was a star, then I suppose I would do what all the other stars were doing."

"And that would be?" Nick quietly prompted.

"I guess I would hover in space, millions and millions of miles away from the earth and from other stars, and I would burn for a very long time until I had no fire left to burn. Then I would die and plummet back to earth, and singe into a crumb of nothingness as I fell through the ozone layer," I answered.

"Poetically positive," Nick commented.

"Thanks, I try," I replied.

"You know, I was thinking," Nick said.

"Oh really? That's a first," I quipped.

"Hey," Nick laughed as he lightly bumped me in the knee with his foot.

I smiled at him as I said, "I'm sorry. What were you thinking?" trying to sound over sincere.

"It's kind of funny how stars and celebrities have both been coined the same thing. They're both known as stars. I was thinking how they fit so perfectly together."

I looked at him confused, turning on my side to get a better look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well think about it," he said softly. "A star in outer space just burns night and day all day long, keeps on going until it burns out and then falls from the sky. Celebrities, they work and work and they're praised for all their work, but then when they suddenly stop, it's like they're not there anymore to the public eye. When us people look up into the night sky we see the stars so closely clumped together, but really, way off in the depths of outer space, the stars are scattered about for miles and miles and miles. And there's always somebody watching a star, admiring it, millions of people every night staring at the same star," he paused, and stared up at the sky before speaking again. "Us celebrities, we are admired by so many people all over the world, and we're constantly surrounded, but there can be days when you feel so alone."

"What are you getting at?" I asked quietly.

"That celebrities and stars are very closely related and that it's funny how a celebrity is also known as a star," Nick replied, looking at me seriously.

"No, I mean," I stopped and then asked abruptly. "You don't really feel alone, do you Nick?"

He shrugged.

"You have no reason to feel that way," I said quickly. I was suddenly worried. The last thing I wanted was Nick growing unhappy due to some inner conflict that he always felt but never spoke of, and then having him resort to drugs to give him an artificial happiness; although I was quite sure that I was most likely over-worrying. "You have this huge family of about a million people with you constantly, supporting you, loving you. You have your best friends who you are extremely close to, no matter how much you tried to hide it," I smiled. "You have me…even if we don’t know each other for that long, I feel like I have a new best friend"

He sat up quickly. "I know, I know all that."

"But you still feel alone?" I asked cautiously.

"No," he replied softly. "Yes. No. I don't know. Not always, no."

"Honestly."

He shook his head, running a hand though his hair. "No, I don't. There are just these moments that occasionally come, because I think too much, and sometimes, no matter how much I try to explain, I just feel as if no one understands me."

I studied him silently. "But you and your brother, even your sisters, you can just look at each other and read each others minds."

"I know," he replied softly. "It's not like they don't understand me….," he breathed in deep. "I'm not explaining this right."

We shared a tiny smile as I mused, "Irony."  

"I don't feel alone-alone, in fact I never feel alone. It's not about being alone it's about being misunderstood," Nick said. "It's not like everything I say is completely misinterpreted or not understood, because my family and the guys and I have this great  relationship-thing down. But sometimes it's like we're not on the same floor. They understand where I'm coming from, but they don't understand completely because they're not coming from the same place. I'm on floor eight they're on floor six," he paused. "Did that make sense?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I sighed. "It did. What about me though?"

"What about you what?" Nick asked, almost like he had snapped back to reality after mentally being somewhere else.

"What floor am I on compared to you, what you know of me, what would you think?"

He looked at me with blue eyes that seemed even bluer in the moonlight. "Floor eight."

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