<div style="text-align: justify;">Was he crying? No. Not quite yet. Resistance and stubbornness began to melt away immediately at the sight of Dimitri looking so distressed, all shallow breath and unshed tears. Alannah had to, yet again, forcefully remind herself to maintain a sensible and at least somewhat logical approach to this. <span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">As sensible as omnipotent beings and nasty suits leaving keys everywhere can be,</span></span> she thought drily. What a good choice it had been, falling head over heels for Dimitri. Her parents would be so proud of her if they could see her in this dusty attic, trying to make sense of a nonsense world that was growing stranger by the second.<br/><br/>She took the key from him and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to read the faded characters on it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"WD13..."</span> She said softly. <span style="color: #4080FF">"That doesn't spell 'suity guy'. Ya sure it's him?"</span> She had no doubt that the strange, snazzy fellow who had made them rush South was the 'him' Dimitri was referring to. The betrayed tone of his voice was more than enough. She glanced up at him just in time to see him bury his face in his hands, and the key fell to the floor with a lonely clatter.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Sweetie, no, it's alright,"</span> she said, gently, but firmly, prying his hands away from his face and placed them together. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Just - just tell me about it, alright? It's just a key. What's ya folks have to do with this?"</span> She asked as she wrapped her hands around his. The mermaid needed answers, but if at all possible, she wanted them given with a smile. Or at the very least a neutral expression. Not this.</div>