"Yes," she choked. "That's what I want!"

"Then start working on that," he said. "Make amends for what you've done instead of hiding. And I'll be there to help you."

Henna looked up into Idox's face. "H-how? No one wants to hear from Henna Rose. You saw the report, people hate her!"

"That's because they don't know the real you," he said. "They know Henna Rose to be a killer. An awful girl who killed someone and did it in cold blood. The truth was that you were an innocent little girl who accidentally killed a friend of yours. I'm going to get you started on the right way to being Henna Rose again. Keep tuned to the news stations," he said, winking. He kissed her again, and as swiftly as he had entered, he left back for the Anthill, his plan solid in his mind.

Henna stood there is shock for what seemed like forever, but then remebered what Idox had siad. She grabbed Mirabelle's hand, wondering what she had thought of all of that.

She spead to the kitchen, turned on the TV and sat down at the table, watching the news. What is Idox going to do!?

As soon as he got back to the Anthill, he logged into his computer. He hooked up the old scanner, and fished around in his sock drawer. He pulled out an old photo album, labeled 'Henna' in his fourteen-year old handwriting. He hadn't pulled it out in years. He sat in front of his computer with it, and lit a cigarette as he scanned in the images one by one. It's going to be a long night, he thought, smiling.

Henna had no idea what Idox was planning. She hoped nothing ilegal.

((Since mevee no longer posts on this can i sort of god mode and have his character die?))

((If it's okay with him, I guess?))

((Can you ask him?))

((Hello?

*echo*))

((I haven't seen him, just post without him))

((Okay... should he be killed? It'll be a greta plot twist... gunmen come out and shopot him and kill him in revenge for killing theuir nephew. Everyone runs away screaming and people take pics... the next day i'm in a pic on then news and i'm worried the police will find me taht way...))

((no just pretend that you're back at your apartment))

((like teh restauarnt or lucas calling etc. never happenned?))

((no, just say it the date ended and now you're at home))

((okay. i'll do it tomorrow though...))

((okay))

((I'm at school now. I got two shots a couple days ago, so I'm not in a great mood.))

((Pkero, rp when you're better ^__^))

Idox sighed, looking through his toolbox. This was turning out to be much more difficult than he thought. The oil stains on his face were getting close to his eyes from the sweat. Various parts of guns and other scraps littered the floor of his room. He gripped his prototype in his hand. It fit along his arm perfectly, and he fastened the straps. Now he would have to work with one hand. Sighing again, he picked up the screwdriver and resumed work.

Henna stared at the TV screan, not really paying attention to what was being said or done. Her cheek rested in her palm, elbow propped up by the dinning room table. She let a bored sigh escape her pale lips. What on earth was Idox going to do!?

Amber continued eating in silence. She finished and paid for her half of the meal and then left. Lucas was to be picked up by his friewnds. She drove home and went into her apartment. She sat down and sighed. The day had been a long day.

Tired of waiting, Henna picked up the phone and dialed Amer's number. She listened to the ringing, hoping that she would pick up.

Amber jumped at teh sound of her phoen ringing. She quickly recovered and picked it up. "Hello?" she asked.