<strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>"That's not a bad idea," Rachel said as Eric went to the concession stand. "I'm starving."<br/><br/>She helped herself to a hot dog, neatly wrapped in tin foil in a heating bin. The popcorn was fresh and the drinks were fully stocked, as though the place was in full operation.<br/><br/>Virginia gave Eric, with his nachos, and Rachel, with her hot dog, a derisive look but said nothing. The group continued down the hall, like a trio of friends going to see the latest flick, while toting makeshift swords.<br/><br/>Virginia paused outside the door, then opened it. The room beyond was dark, but a shading of light informed you that something was playing on the screen.<br/><br/>Eric, Rachel and Virginia proceeded inside. As they rounded the corner, they saw an empty theater, but the screen was lit up. On a white background, in big, bold black letters, it said, "Only One."<br/><br/>"That's the same image I saw on the tv this morning," Virginia said, her voice hushed.<br/><br/>The image changed to show a color close up still image of a gray-haired man. That was followed by a younger man with intense brown eyes. The next image was Eric.<br/><br/>Rachel glanced at him, startled, then looked back to the screen. Other faces flashed by, each getting about four seconds of screen time. Some of the faces they didn't recognize, but some they did, including Rachel, Virginia, Rene, Desmond, Stephanie, Jack, and Sandy. Even a close up of Scrap appeared.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Jack, Sandy and Alana</strong><br/><br/>Stephanie gave Jack a miserable look, but nodded slightly, understanding.<br/><br/>Rene paced the floor, pausing briefly to look down at her unconscious husband. "So that's it?" she said to the group. "We just stockpile some weapons and then sit tight? There has to be more we can do than that!"