By now, Francis was silently freaking out. it was almost 11:00 PM and he couldn't find Elin anywhere, and to make matters worse, the voice in his head was getting louder. As three people approached, he ducked into an alleyway. He lifted his nose and sniffed the air. Gunpowder! They were hunters! Then he heard crying from one of the three.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">~I know that sound! It's her!~</span>the animal voice in his head said excitedly.<br/><br/>As the three people entered a restaurant, Francis briefly contemplated leaving her with them. she would be happy here anyway, right?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">~NO! GET HER BACK! NOW!~</span><br/><br/>Francis nearly lost his footing at the force of the voice in his head. knowing full well that this particular restaurant was run by hunters, he slowly followed the two hunters and Elin into the doors, being careful not to draw attention to himself. Sitting at a booth, he pretended to observe a menu. when the waiter asked him if he was ready to order, he looked over at where Elin was sitting and said "Send that young lady a steak. Rare. and I'll have the same."<br/><br/>"Ah, you fancy the young miss, then?" the old waiter said smiling and going back to the chef to deliver the order.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">*   *   *   *   *</span><br/><br/>"Young miss," the waiter said handing Elin the steak, "This is from the gentleman at table four. For some reason he ordered it rare." and he went back to the kitchen to get someone else their order. Francis gave a nervous smile her way. After all, this place was full of hunters and guns. Lots and lots of guns...