Oblivious to the attention Velma was giving her, Daphne smiled politely as Velma held the door for her, then giggled as the brunette slipped an arm through her own. "Quite the gentleman now, huh, Vel?" she asked softly. Daphne was one of those people who thought "Gay" meant "happy" and that a Lesbian was someone from an island that was part of some place called Greece... For Velma to be acting the way Freddy used to act before their big bust-up was weird, but she supposed it made sense. Velma was being protective of her.<br/><br/>They walked past the line of parked cars and Daphne stopped, horrified. There under the wiper blade of her car was a sheet of paper.<br/><br/>Without thinking, she reached out and took it.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Earwig Factory;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Daphne Blake, your friends will not help you. I will have my revenge</span></span><br/><br/>"Well..." She said, taking a deep breath, and passing the note to Velma. "At... At least it's different." Put a brave face on it Daphne. Whoever it was had followed her here, and knew who Velma and Scooby were.<br/><br/>She looked around casually. The man at the bus stop? The woman walking her dog? The man looking in the window of the butcher's shop? The butcher? Don't be silly. There were too many people, all hanging around all acting casual. No-one ducked out of sight as the saw her looking. No-one acted suspiciously. "Velma? He followed me here..." She suddenly clung to her friend. This was frightening and Velma was warm and supportive.