"Darling," she said from beneath that ridiculously wide and floppy orange hat, which was decorated with an abundance of purple and blue flowers and tipped in such a way that it covered most of her face, "just forget about her and ignore her if she's that much a nuisance to you."

"Well, darling," Damien spat back at her tossing his head back, "that isn't as easily done as said. She never seems to be more than ten feet away from me."

"Well, isn't that how you wanted it Damien!" The girl snapped back angrily, almost revealing her face from underneath the floppy hat.

"You know that that is how it has to be," he growled, digging his long painted nails into the old wood of the table separating them, "not how I want it."

The girl rolled her green eyes even though she was well aware that Damien couldn't see it. "Either way complaining about it does nothing. Does it?"

"Really doll?" He spat sarcastically. He shouted out furiously, slamming his fist on the table hard shaking the vase of flowers and the few golden trinkets scattered about the table top and sat back, grinding his teeth. "This is torture! Damn Alastair!"

"You know nothing of torture!" She countered him, but her voice wasn't even half full of confidence.

"I'd say we're about equal at this point," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his blonde hair and straightening it out.

"Damien," she said softly, "why are you really traveling around like this. What business could you possibly have that would take you to literally every world? What are you looking for?"

"Smart despite your looks aren't you, dear," he simpered, playing with her as he tried to dodge the question, but one serious look from her forced a cough out of him and then, "she doesn't have her power yet. That's essential to my plan and she should already have it. I'm actually stumped on why she or Drake don't, but any ways I am hoping that being in a certain place might trigger it."

"Wouldn't that place be Monorail?" She said tartly, raising a hand to the rim of her hat and carefully pulling it down so that Damien couldn't she the pout of her lips.

"No, she's been living there for fifteen years now," Damien growled, taking down one of the old books from the bookshelves behind him and flipping it open carelessly. "Besides it happens on a train."

"Well," she said at long last, making Damien peer up at her from the old, wrinkling pages of the book, which he was holding upside down, "I can't follow you through the worlds Damien. It's too risky for me and I can't stand your brat of a son."

Damien smiled at her. A smile that would make anyone shrivel with fear. "Doll," he laughed in that high pitched way, "precious I don't want you to follow me. I don't even want you here now, but we happen to be on the same train. I'm just simply being polite in speaking to you. Hell knows I'm the only person who does without ulterior motives."

She frowned and took off her hat revealing her face to him, tears streaming down dropping onto the plain white dress lace that she was wearing. His smile tilted into a frown. She examined the dress as if she'd never seen it before, studying how it hugged her neck and reached her ankles. Not even her hands were showing as they were carefully covered with a pair of white silk gloves. Only her face was showing and even then she had been wearing that outrageous orange hat, just revealing her pouty red lips.

"Oh doll," Damien sighed through his grin, making a sort of hissing sound, "it isn't that. That's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear."

She pursed her lips and stared at him with watery green eyes as he began to laugh at her maliciously, hissing with equally wide eyes as if to scare her, "Mess it up!"

"Your time is up, Damien White!" She snapped at him, suddenly standing. He eyed her cooly, loosing all humor and actually putting on a scowl, eyeing her suspiciously. "I am done with you. You are cruel and care nothing for me!"

She reached out for the door, but his cold voice stopped her, "That's all fine doll, but if you ever do happen to run into Drake again you don't know him. Understand?"

"I can promise you that neither you nor Drake will see me ever again," she snapped, reaching back onto her seat and grabbing her floppy hat placed it back on top of her head.

He grabbed her hand before she could reach the door, stopping her a second time. "Dear, let's not part on bad terms though."

"Why on earth not?" She tried to jerk her hand away from her, but he ended up jerking her back into her seat, cruelly.

"I do care about you," he sighed, loosing all sarcasm and malevolence and raising an eyebrow with a small nod of his head as if to say okay. "But I cannot deal with you just now. I can't be there for you every time you're in trouble," he tossed his hand about in the air as if it were her, "I cannot be constantly worrying about you. Understand?"

"There's nothing to understand, Damien," she stood for a last time with clenched fists, "you can't turn your feelings for someone on and of. You can't turn your back on someone you care about. So you either care for me or you don't."

"Then I suppose I don't," he sighed, placing two fingers to his temple, while his finger's on the table tapped viciously into the wood.

She swallowed hard, watching those painted nails thump up and down. "Very well," she said though she was choking up as tears welled in her eyes, "goodbye, Damien."

However before she could open the door, Dane did, saying, "Damien I-" He pursed his lips, glancing from the crying girl to Damien who was now holding a book upside down. He bit down on his lip hard, trying to not look down at the girl again as he spoke to her, "Why don't you just sit back down dear. Please."

She nodded with a sniffle and slid back down into the bench moving so that she was all the way up to the window, leaning her elbows on the table that separated her and Dane from Damien. Dane closed the door and sat down with the two of them with a heavy sigh.

"I slipped the drugs into her drink, again," Dane began, "although I'm not sure that I needed to she was about to pass out as it was. Her mind is getting all of Drake's thoughts and he isn't getting any of her's and it's making her sick. How long will this last?"

"I," he paused to think, putting the book down carefully, "it is better that we are keeping her asleep through most of it and pretty much out of it when she is awake because believe me I know that it is torture to experience something like that," he shook his head, "I hope it will wear off within a week though. I have things I need to get done I can't spend my every breathing moment waiting on her."

"What exactly is so important that you must get done, Damien? Tell me the truth this time," she said with a frown.

Damien sighed leaning forward and resting his forehead on the wooden table in defeat, "My employer," he growled in a muffled voice as he kept his head face down on the table, "is asking the impossible from me."

"The King," Dane muttered in a voice filled with contempt.

"What does he want Damien?" She asked anxiously.

"What does he want," Damien laughed sitting up the white of his teeth flashing, "don't you mean what doesn't he want?"

There was a long silence until a knock on the door shattered it and a lady dressed in uniform, wearing bright red lipstick began to place many platters of exquisite food onto the table. Dane raised an eyebrow, wondering why his brother had ordered so much. It wasn't as if money were a problem, but there was so much food that not even six people could finish it off yet alone three. The girl with the orange hat also stared in amazement. Crisp and fluffy golden waffles covered with thick globs of dark maple syrup, fruits of every kind, red and green apples, yellow pears, ripe grapes, and raspberries, even so much as a small rich chocolate fountain to dip them into, eggs cooked in all ways, crunchy bacon, sausages, toast with butter and jam, juices of all sorts, orange, apple, and french pressed coffee with sugar and cream all sat staring and gaping at them by the time the lady closed the door behind her.

Damien rolled his eyes and taking a plate placed merely four raspberries on it and took a mug and filled it with equal amounts of coffee, cream and sugar. Dane stared at him with a face the color of those four raspberries. He was behaving as childishly as ever. He knew that his brother was tempting his anger on purpose, but that wouldn't keep him from letting it out.

"Damien," he growled, "what the hell?!"

Damien swallowed the last of his four raspberries and then took a sip of his coffee. "I'm bored. This train ride will be what? Fifteen hours?"

But didn't eat another bite.