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           Andthegirlpulledwhatevershecouldfinddeepinsidehersoul,fromallthepain,andthehurt,andthefear.Shewasspent,burntout,andutterlyexhausted.Shehadnowheretogo,nopowerleft,notime."Ifit’sthelastdoorIopen,"sheprayed,silently,totheTemple,totheArch."Somewhere...anywhere...safe..."andthenshethought,wildly,"Somebody."

           And,asshebegantopassout,shetriedtoopenadoor.

           Asthedarknesstookher,sheheardMr.Croup’svoice,asiffromalongwayaway.Itsaid,"Buggerandblast."

           JessicaandRichardwalkeddownthesidewalktowardtherestaurant.Shehadherarmthroughhis,andwaswalkingasfastasherheelspermitted.Hehurriedtokeepup.Streetlightsandthefrontsofclosedstoresilluminatedtheirpath.Theypassedastretchoftall,loomingbuildings,abandonedandlonely,boundedbyahighbrickwall.

           "Youarehonestlytellingmeyouhadtopromisethemanextrafiftypoundsforourtabletonight?Youareanidiot,Richard,"saidJessica,herdarkeyesflashing.

           "Theyhadlostmyreservation.Andtheysaidallthetableswerebooked."Theirstepsechoedoffthehighwalls.

           "They’llprobablyhaveussittingbythekitchen,"saidJessica."Orthedoor.DidyoutellthemitwasforMisterStockton?"

           "Yes,"repliedRichard.

           Jessicasighed.Shecontinuedtodraghimalong,asadooropenedinthewall,alittlewayaheadofthem.

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