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said before darting out of the room. The others...She realized that with horror that her hand or rather a new one was attached where the other had been.
Now what am I going to do? What if they can't fix this? What if...? Nonsense, everything will be all right I just need to talk to them and they can help me. I mean that is why I am here, right?
A few moments later, the mystery man and three others entered the room. One was a tall woman with big brown eyes and chocolate colored hair, wearing a blue and green striped shirt with gold designs and denim jeans. Her long hair was in loose waves cascading around her shoulders and she could tell that this woman was of Indian decent.

"Hello. I am glad you are finally awake! Don't worry we aren't going to hurt you... although I am sure you knew that or you wouldn't be here, nevertheless I figured I should review that critical need-to-know information. Speaking of critical information... my name is Vidya
Kapoor." Her smile was warm and yet distant as she gazed on the girls face and then slowly to her hand. "That must have hurt. I was the one who stitched you back up again. No need to thank me..."

The girl standing next to Vidya was being very anxious and seemed to be restraining herself to hold back. She was wearing a navy blue top and a denim skirt, that appeared to have been shredded by some sharp object. Her face was covered in blood and dirt but she still had an energetic glow emanating from her. When she could no longer restrain herself she blurted, "My name is Hui. Hui Namine, mythology and explosives
extraordinaire. Mythology and demolition are my passion.... it is too bad they don't have a major combining the two... you know like a
mythodemolitionology major... Okay did no one find that funny?"

"We were sposed ter know that it were a joke, luv? I ravver fought it sounded like a child prattlin' along about absolutly nuffink. Well, wot do we 'ave 'ere? A yung lady that needs us assistance, peraps? Did I mention a beautiful yung lady?Me Lady, Alexander Martin Christopher Francis Baker at yor service...Me mum 'ad a thin' fer long names." The smell of alcohol filled the room with every breath he took and the girl started to feel dizzy again.

"Excuse him...I think he rather enjoys his Irish stereotype," Vidya said, a look of disgust on her face, before continuing," I hate to rush in to things but what brought you here?" Before the girl could open her mouth, the arguing came. ...

"The girl just woke up! How could you ask her that?!

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