Keith ripped open his envelope and read the small letter, it just told him to enjoy the ride. He crumppled it up and tossed it aside. He found a place to sit and just sat down. Once again, he couldn't get his mind of Zebel. A feeling of great sorrow hit him as he went over his actions. He had been rude and inconsiderate to her, and most of all, he had been embarrassing to her. He got back up after a few minutes to search of Zebel, wanting to apologize, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't find her . . . Or Max. Red crept into his vision as he looked everywhere for them, and after nearly 20 minutes of searching, his rage had built up too much. He ran outside where his heart stopped cold, he saw one of her high heels. Almost trembling with rage, he picked up the shoe and then grabbed a nearby driver by the shoulder, pulling him close.<br/><br/>"Did you see a white limo drive off from her in the last half hour?! An ex-military man was the driver, and a woman wearing the other of this shoe was in the limo!! Did You See It?!?" Keith was shouting and a few men nearby tried to pull him off, with no luck. The driver nodded and pointed down the street. Keith dropped him and threw the other men off. He began running down the street<br/><br/>"Damn it, Keith, what are you doing?!" He thought to himself "Maybe she likes him and they went to a hotel, maybe you're overreacting, maybe she just lost her shoe, why are you freaking out?!"