The B & B

[Silvy]

She pays the cabbie giving him a fair tip and heads into the hotel. She pays for her room and tells them that she will give them three thousand extra if they will let her stay the whole day as her plane got changed and she wouldn't be leaving out until the next night. At the sum of money, the owner nods, dumbly and lets her stay. She takes the key and heads to her room. Once there she drops the bag onto a chair and places the box down. Opening it like Pandora opened her box, she slowly reveals the contents, yet again, and she pulls out the sheet music and lays it on the bed around her. As if a ghost was in the room, she can feel his touch on her skin and moans. She sits up, not letting her mind be seduced by the past. She goes to put the music back and her hand rests on the jewelry he gave her. She smiles and makes up her mind. She had to see him. Now. She picks up the phone on the side of the bed and dials the operator.

"Yes, I was wondering if you could help me. I need the listing for Connor MacDonald." She writes it on a pad as the operator rattles it off, "Thanks." She replaces the receiver and slides off the bed. She moves to the mirror and fixes her short dress. "Well Mr Connor, I hope your ready to put those demons to rest." She exits the room, locking it behind her and exits the hotel. She signals a taxi and gives the cabbie the address that the operator had given her, "Please, hurry."

[Silvy]

She returns to the B & B sometime later, her eyes and cheeks stained red as the tears of rage and hurt fell all the way back and she had smeared them accross her face. The man behind the desk was sleeping and she headed up to her room. She steps in and locks the door behind her. She sees the box and walks over to the bed, throwing it accross the room. The fragile peices of music fly out of the box and fly through the air, falling to the ground.

[Silvy]

She watches them fly to the ground and slides down the door, crying once again. She needed to get out of here. She crawled to the phone an called the airport.

"Yes, hello. Is there anyway I can get a flight to Cairo tonight? Three hours? Are there any seats available? I'll take it. Yes, I understand. It's just me and on carry on."

She reads the numbers of her credit card out to the woman and hangs up the phone once the transaction is finished. She stands up and picks up the sheet music and the jewelry. She carefully packs them into the bag and washes her face, getting rid of the blood. She reapplies her make up and heads for the airport.