<div align="center"> January 19, 1912</div><br/>Campon Bond knocked on the door loudly before entering. The large man settled into a chair, which creaked and threatened to snap under his weight, before lighting his pipe. Normally he wouldn't come to see the freaks like this, they usually came to him, but this was a special occasion. Whenever there were new people to be introduced into the group that he considered to ruin his career he liked to introduce them in person.<br/><br/>His pudgy fingers flipped through the one new Dossiers that sat in his lap. A male. If it were up to him then all these people would be locked up and executed, but as it was the government felt better about using their 'talents' to their advantage. After the ordeal with those Mars Aliens he thought they would of disbanded this whole group, but no, instead they kept it going and kept that insufferable woman. Bond hated her more than anything else about this group. She was noisy, loud, and rude. He felt like giving her a smack once in a while to let her know her place as a woman, but he knew that would never due.<br/><br/>When reports of Allen Quatermain's death reached the English government he'd once again hoped for the group to be disbanded, but instead that horrible woman brought back the White Hunter's son. And now they had brought along not only a new little freak with them, but a compulsive liar one at that. At first they had reported this 'Orlando' to be a female, but it was obvious that Orlando was a male. He didn't understand why the government put up with that one. As far as Bond could tell the boy was just annoying and served no purpose. He was sure the only reason the liar was tolerated was because Murray had taken him in as her companion like she had Quatermain Jr. The rumors of their supposed three way 'relationship' was enough to make him shudder with sickness.<br/><br/>Still, he wasn't allowed to voice any of this to them. Instead he sat silently and waited for the horrible wench to make her appearance. As for the new person, hewere sitting out in the handsome cab. Bond would bring himin once he'd let the wench know of their admittance to their circus.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/>The knock stirred Mina from her sleep. She rolled over and brushed some of the dark hair from her eyes. The woman rolled over to see her bed companion still fast asleep and rolled her eyes. For someone that supposedly lived through all he said he did, it would take a marching band to wake him up.<br/><br/>Mina climbed out of the bed and began to dress. Making sure that first off her scarf was tight around her neck as usual. Even if she wanted to go around without it now, it would be difficult to do so. Anytime she did remove the cloth the smallest breeze was too cold for her neck to stand. Really the only person she was comfortable with exposing her neck to was Allen, though she did so in front of Orlando once in a while. Sadly, Quatermain was away for the time being with no set time for return. It always saddened her when he was sent off without her. At least she still had Orlando, though at times she wanted to smack the male.<br/><br/>It took her a good half an hour to get dressed in her corset and dress. Her hair was brushed back in it's usual up-do and she finally walked over to the bed to wake the effeminate male. Instead of waking him sweetly, as she knew that was unlikely to work, she grabbed the blanket and yanked it from his body. Tossing the blanket in a pile on the floor she let the cold air in the room do it's work as she stood there with her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"I swear, it would take a herd of elephants rampaging through here to wake you up," Mina snapped before using one of her hand fans to smack him on the hip just enough to cause a sting.