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Akshay and Jean sat on the stoop outside the impound lot. They had just received some of the worst news so far. They had been given a chance, a glimpse at what could have been an answer to this whole mess. But in the end, like everything else so far, it turned out to be an absolute crock. Sitting on the hard, cool steps the sighed as they looked into the cardboard box that was sitting between them. The only things inside were the car keys and a purse.

“Who ever heard of misfiling paperwork that leads a car to be crushed into a cube?” Jean shouted. “Just…what is going on?! What the hell?!!”

Akshay said nothing but merely continued to rub his stomach. The pain was still there but at least it was gradually getting better, or so he hoped.

Shaking his head, though, he looked down into the box. The purse, a glaring pink number that was bejeweled and studded with a variety of rhinestones, was bright and hard on the eyes. But it was their last clue. Apparently it was the last and only time that was left inside the car before it was turned into a paper weight. That, and the car keys. Apparently Cheryl had misfiled some paperwork that condemned the car to an early death. Horrible situation.

“Just…calm down, bro,” Akshay sighed as he picked up the purse from the box. Idly he began to go through it. Sure it was someone else’s property, but hey, they just destroyed a car! What other shenanigans could they get into?

“Calm down? Akshay, you heard that chick! She’s going to slaughter[/b] me!” Jean shouted.

“Oh keep your panties on,” Akshay said with a roll of his eyes and began to rifle through the purse.

Jean stopped and tilted his head at Akshay. “Interesting choice of words!” He grumbled as he plopped down next to his friend.

Akshay merely shook his head. Holding up the purse, be continued to pull small things out, including make-up, loose change, a book, and finally, a wallet. He sighed as he pulled it out and peered at it. It was the same color as the purse with the same gaudy rhinestones. Whoever was the owner of this purse, it seemed as if they had some rather…bright tastes. Snapping open the wallet, Akshay took a breath and sighed.

There had to be something useful. There just had to be. Another deep breath and he flipped it open, looking inside. He blinked once, twice, then smiled.

“Jean…I think we finally found something…”

Akshay had jotted down the address and explained o Jean what the phone call was all about. The only thing that the two of them could do was stare at each other. They were really had no clue what was going on. They both knew that Akshay didn’t have or own a car. Therefore the only conclusion that they could make was that it had something to do with that person that had nearly killed Jean only a few moments ago. Seeing this as their best option, they decided that it was best to continue the investigation. Who knows! Maybe there will be something inside of it?

It was slow drive to the impound lot. Not because the address was overly complicated, but because Akshay forced Jean to stop a few times in order to get food. As much as Akshay wanted to fight it, the cravings for food were just too persistent. Thankfully, they did eventually make it.

Pulling up to the sidewalk in front of the impound lot, Akshay climbed out of the car and raised his gaze to the building. It didn’t look a single bit familiar. That was disappointing since Akshay had hoped that being here would spark some sort of memory, but he knew he was hoping for too much. He doubted that he, Jean, and the blonde actually came to this lot to drop off the car.

Still, though, he cautioned a glance to Jean.

“Anything familiar?”

Jean merely shook his head. “Nothing. Come on.”

Taking a deep breath and hoping that this was going to finally lead somewhere, the pair of them headed into the building…

Akshay barely had time to register what was happening. Just as he was about to turn to Jean, a woman, thin and frail looking (but with murder in her eyes) snapped and lashed out at Jean. Her black as night hair was gelled up into a mohawk, while several piercings adorned her ears, nose, and lips. Though she was weak looking, she obviously proved to be anything but. Her fist collided with Jean’s chin and suddenly the man went down into a heap.

“Jean!” Akshay shouted as he attempted to hurry as fast as he could to his fallen friend’s side.

The woman, on the other hand, only turned her hateful eyes onto Akshay.

“You stay right there! I’m kicking your *** next!” she shouted. But as he eyes drifted lower, she tilted her gaze when she spied the obviously pregnant stomach that Akshay was now sporting. “What the **** happened to you?”

“I…don’t know?” Akshay cautioned to say.

She snarled and shook her head. She turned back to Jean and immediately kicked him the ribs. Jean gasped and fell over onto his back.

“Lady!! Stop kicking me!!” Jean shouted.

“Give me back my car! I know you and your stupid friend left with it last night!!”

Akshay perked up, his terror beginning to drop just a tad. He moved over to the scary woman, careful to remain out of kicking range, though, just in case. Hands up to show that he meant her no harm, Akshay attempted to speak as calmly as possible.

“Y-You…remember us?” Akshay asked. “We don’t remember what happened last night. Anything. Can you tell us what you remember?”

The woman rolled her eyes. And kicked Jean again.

“I came here to party with my friend last night. Next thing I know, you two ****weeds had skipped out and took my car with some blonde. I want it back!” she shouted and placed her boot on top of Jean’s hand and slowly added pressure. Jean gasped and writhed about but the woman didn’t let up. Instead she locked eyes with Akshay. “You have until tonight. Otherwise I’m doing a lot more than just kicking your butts.”

One more stomp and she stormed away.

Akshay blinked in surprise. For a moment there he began to believe that the man had only invited them in so that he could gawk at Akshay’s pregnant stomach as if he were some sideshow freak. But, with the admission that the man remembered something, anything that either himself or Jean couldn’t remember, was a godsend. The wordsmith visibly slumped in gratitude. He was thankful for any and all knowledge that could hopefully lead to a reason and possibly a cure to this situation.

Taking a small sip from his class of ice water (which was FAR too cold if you asked him!), he moistened his lips and straightened himself up as best as he could.

“I don’t remember anything. All Jean can remember is partying with me here but other than that, I apparently disappeared,” Akshay explained. “Anything you can remember will be very helpful.”

The man sighed. It would have been the perfect opportunity to blackmail the two, maybe just get some money out of them for information. But it was obvious that Akshay and Jean were his two best customers. They were always there and nearly always were ready to buy rounds or tip the bartender just a little extra. He sighed at his good morality.

“I…didn’t see everything,” he said with a shrug. “You two were tearing up the dance floor, had the ladies squealing, a couple guys jealous. But I’m running the bar, I can’t see everything you know.”

“So…you’re saying you didn’t see anything after all?” Jean said with a defeated sigh.

“No, no,” he said. He then nodded to Akshay. “I saw you, leaving with some blonde.”

Akshay tilted his head. “A blonde?”

The man nodded. “Yeah and…ooooh yeah. You must have been born under a lucky star or something boy, she was a beauty. No idea what she saw in you.”

Akshay started to cry. Jean rolled his eyes and offered his friend a tissue. “Anything else?”

“Nope. I saw you chat with you, seemed like you two new one another, and then you left together. After that, I have no idea what happened.”

Akshay sighed and dabbed his eyes. His feelings were hurt by the man’s comments but at least he now had some information to go off of. He left with a blonde, huh? Well, didn’t THAT narrow down the field did it? Though it seemed like looking for a needle in a haystack, the idea that it might be someone he knew also rang in his head. Maybe that would narrow it down some? He knew Lexi but neither he nor Jean remember her from last night and she is a difficult one to forgot. So…who else could it be?

Akshay thrust his hand out to the man in thanks.

“Thank you. This…helps,” he said as he moved onto his two feet. He groaned as he stretched his now sore back. “Jean, let’s go. Maybe I should comb through my little black book.”

“Akshay! What the hell?” Jean asked as he jogged up to his friend’s side.

Akshay, narrowed his eyes as he glanced up at the window. He knew that someone had to be there. They wouldn’t let this club be unattended. Even if they did lock up, there was alcohol, money, expensive equipment, things that they couldn’t just leave to chance, especially with a dance club. No, there was someone inside! They just needed to open the damn door!!

“Someone is inside. They have to be, Jean,” Akshay mumbled as he hurled another rock up to the window.

Akshay was quiet as he tossed rock after rock. He threw maybe, what, five in total and still there was no movement from within. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was completely out of luck and no one was inside. Hanging his head, the wordsmith sighed. Tears dotted his eyes, a sniffle came from his lips, and instantly he felt like he wanted to cry his eyes out.

Jean only arched a brow a backed up.

“Um, dude…”

“Shut up!” Akshay cut him off. “I’m emotional.”

“What the hell do you want?!” A voice cried out.

At first Akshay wanted to turn sharply to Jean, and maybe slap him for speaking so harshly to him. But Jean was looking up and Akshay had to follow his gaze. Turning his attention upward, he spied a man leaning out of a window, glaring down at the pair of them. He was a balding man that looked a bit too heavy and barely squeezed out of the sill.

Akshay smiled up at him. Thank goodness someone was here. He would have to know. He just would.

Benevolently, Akshay offered the sword to Guglin and awaited the goblin’s response. Maybe it was not the smartest idea to just hand over a weapon to a little, rogue creature like this, but Akshay knew that the poor goblin probably needed a friend. Being alone in the wide world of New York could be scary, especially for someone of Guglin’s stature. And though the sword he offered was little more than a replica paperweight, it should still give the little goblin a good weapon to help defend him from what could be an unfair and opportunistic world.

In silence he waited to see the goblin’s reaction. Would he approve? Maybe he had his own cache of weapons here in New York? But if that were so, why was he not carrying any of them when he found him?

He was just in the middle of another thought when he looked over to see Guglin now setting the sword down. For a second Akshay feared that maybe the little goblin was going to reject the gift but before he knew it, the saw the goblin launch himself. Akshay would has squeaked and screamed in fear but he quickly realized that he was not being attacked.

Well…unless he was being attacked with hugs!

>> "Thanks!"

It actually warmed Akshay’s heart to know that he made the little creature’s day. Maybe Guglin would seem him as a valued friend now until he found his way back into his own world? Akshay would be only to fulfill such a role.

Grinning as the creature hugged him, Akshay gently reached around and patted the goblin’s back.

“You’re welcome, Guglin,” he said. “Hey, if you ever need help while you’re out in the world, you can always come here. I’ll do my best to help you out whenever I can. Deal?”