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Scene 2 - Act 4: Meet Mandy

All six of their group were sitting around the wide-open living room area of the suite.  Nine was rummaging through the plastic bags from radio Shack, occasionally mumbling a "yes" or a "hmm, that should work".  Tom and Ghost had taken off their coats as Ghost finished giving his story about the girl in the lobby.

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Scene 2 - Act 3: I Feel Safe In New York City

As far as hideouts went, it was pretty sweet - no pun intended.

"The JW Suite is the signature suite of the New York Marriott Marquis featuring a contemporary style, large floor plan, mahogany piano and up-close views of the NYC skyline."  So the brochure in the room had said.  Nobody was quite sure what a "piano" was until Nine referenced the interactive database on the small computer he took from the house.  It turned out that the piano was a large musical instrument, a string/percussion hybrid.  It was pretty, and the sound clips on the database were varied and interesting, but nobody could play it.

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Scene 2 - Act 2: Gimmie Shelter

Endless possibilities floated through Ghost's mind as he watched New York City through the glass of the passenger-side window.  So many people, all so different.  If he wanted to he could step out of the vehicle and lose himself in this city in a snap.  The idea had a certain appeal given what he'd been through since waking up in the tree with the others.

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Scene 2 - Act 1: In The City

When it came to figuring things out, like where they were and where they were going, Nine had proven himself to be particularly useful.  The vehicle the group had appropriated had a navigation system which Nine was able to use to begin to answer some of the questions which had been staring them in the face since their arrival.

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Scene 1 - Act 11: Cityscape

NotBetty's driving was erratic and of the rumpy-bumpy variety, but she adapted and refined her technique with a speed that surprised even Nine.  By the time she had gone a quarter of a mile she had her speed fairly smoothed out and the vehicle's movement in control.  A car passed the group's, going in the opposite direction.  NotBetty watched the driver as he passed and then afterwards leaned back a little in her seat and drove one-handed, exactly as the other driver had been doing.

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