Thalia stopped, she heard someone yelling, she wanted to turn but at the same time she was too scared to do so. She rubbed her arm, wincing at the pain and sighing, she rummaged through her purse and decided to clean the wound. For now, she was safe, for now she could calm down and think. She wondered what the man was talking about, two hearts? Sounded strange. But, how could things get stranger than they were? So she crouched, and waited for nothing. The silence killed her, the shouting tore at her head. [i]You have to help him! He helped you![/i] She thought frantically, and with a gulp, and a prayer that she mustered up, she ran. Barreling up the stairs and looking around, she shouted gibberish in an attempt to draw the attention of those aliens.