"They went through the roof hatch to reach the fire stairs. This route made it easy to enter the office unobserved. They separated and started looking...for information. By turning up the sensitivity of their hearing they could hear both sides of telephone conversations, so they heard a lot of amusing gossip, but no useful hard information. After an hour of this casual eavesdropping, they still had not learned anything useful, and Jase was about ready to call an end to their search.This was when. As one of the figures danced in front of her a little of the smoke from the thrown powder blew back in Tamara's direction and tickled her nose. Before she could control it, a sneeze exploded outward.Covered heads whipped toward her, and the teen spun to bolt back down the tunnel. Before she could flee in terror, she bumped into the wall behind her and found herself ricocheting back into the flame-lit chamber. The robed figures were still chanting and Tamara looked around frantically for an exit. He quickly folded them up and put them down. What was he doing? Why was his path becoming so entwined with this woman’s? After clearing the bathroom so that he could shower, he left for his meetings. By early afternoon he had finished and returned to the alleyway with sandwiches and coffee. He didn’t know quite why he’d returned. Maybe because he’d promised her he would, or because she had the ability to blackmail him, or because she needed someone to stop her getting into trouble. Or maybe. Everyone leaving the restaurant had walked directly by her, but I stopped and asked her if she was okay. She said that she was fine but started to cry more. I asked her if she wanted someone to walk or drive her home. She said that her boyfriend left with some other bimbo. I reached out and took her hand and said lets walk and you can tell me all about it. She hesitated briefly but then followed me out onto the sidewalk."My name is Rob what's yours?" I said."I'm Lindsey" Nice to meet you, do.