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[center][i][h1]Sixth Sense[/h1][/i]
[i][h3]Part 5[/h3][/i][/center]

[center][b]Location: American Museum of Natural History, New York City
Time: Late Afternoon[/b][/center]
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Calamity . . .

That was the only word that aptly described the sheer and utter chaos that was now unfolding in the Museum of Natural History. Marie was left in speechless after the Efreet’s flight from the building, jumping quickly at his ascent, left in anger and desperation at Barron’s words, and left in perpetual worry for the kids trapped behind the vampire’s blood wall. Nothing was right. Nothing was easy. One act led to another, forever sending them all spiraling down into greater danger. Now, not only were they faced with the threat that was the vampire, Barron, but so too came the risk of exposure, which, annoyingly enough, worried Marie more. 

As the alarm blared, Marie stepped closer, now much calmer but still quite rigid and firm in her stance and tone. 

[color=FFE4B5]”Fine,”[/color] Marie called to Barron over the harsh echoes of the alarm, [color=FFE4B5]”Go, we don’t need your help. We’ll figure this out on our own. You’ve done more harm than good, and I doubt Ben could calm down enough for you to help him anyway. Leave us.”[/color] Marie was almost pleading at this point, her voice shaking, brought nearly to tears by anxiety. She was panicking. 

[color=90EE90][i]”Calm yourself,”[/i][/color] Holt’s voice crept into Marie’s thoughts. He had returned to her shoulder, nestling his head against hers to provide momentary comfort. [color=90EE90][i]”I’ll halt the alarm and bind the doors shut once the vampire leaves. Fear not, you will succeed in this and in your mission.”[/i][/color]

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stop the tears and the shaking. Marie stood straight, waiting for Barron to make an exit. In the meantime, Holt kept true to his word. Flying over to the employee door, he dragged his ethereal claws across the door’s surface, shutting it and willing the alarm to cease. Museum security would soon be upon them, but he hoped that Marie and the wolves would have enough time to reverse Ben’s transformation.