<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">If she hadn't been concerned about Asya, Alannah would have laughed at Dimitri's dead stop at the door leading into the ladies' restroom. She caught up to him and marched through the door, her outstretched arm slamming it open.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Asya?"</span> She called as the door swung shut behind her again. No response, save for the forty-something-looking lady, who seemed to have forgotten she was in the middle of something - upon the door being opened, she had turned, her mouth open and tongue still poking away at her top row of teeth. Alannah stared, and the lady stared back; one with an expression of mild disgust, the other looking startled. Alannah shook her head and deliberately turned away from the other woman and started looking underneath the bathroom stalls for signs of feet, but none were to be seen. She could feel the lady gawping at her reflection in the mirror. <span style="font-style: italic">Fair enough.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">"Asya?"</span> She called again, not willing to give up. Maybe Asya was just playing. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Come on, it's not funny anymore."</span><br/><br/>"Not that it's any of my business, but who are you looking for?" Teeth-lady had spoken. Despite her no longer digging around for leftover food in her teeth, Alannah still found it a little hard to look her in the eye, and settled instead of fixating upon her nose.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"A young girl, about yea tall, dark curly hair...?"</span> Her hopes fell as fast as they'd risen; the lady didn't show as much as a flicker of recognition. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Oh, well... Thanks."</span> Alannah decided to take one last look around the small bathroom - no windows that could be opened, only the one door - when her eyes fell upon a wet section of the floor. The shapes of the puddles there didn't seem as random as they should. They looked almost like clumsy letters? Was it a message? Asya could play with water, Alannah knew that; she'd witnessed it at Lola's house. Her heart pounded a little faster. Making sure she was alone, she extended a hand, and lifted the water off the floor to see it better.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">F P C G</span></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't know what I expected,"</span> she said to herself bitterly, dumping the water in one of the sinks before she left the bathroom.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"She's not here,"</span> she told Dimitri. <span style="font-weight: bold">"There was another woman and some weird puddles, spelling f-p-c-g if you're a bit generous, but no sign of Asya. She must have left without us noticing - can she do any tricks like that?"</span></span></div></span></div>