[hr][center][h1][b][i]Scooby Gang[/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Grand Continental[/center][hr]	

	Aziza looked over towards Reginald and listened to his word. It took her a moment to get the full meaning of what he was saying, looking rather confused at first and then it dawned on her. He was offering her a way out. She gave a small nervous smile and nodded towards him. [color=a187be]"Thank you for your offer Lord Major, I am very thankful. I could not leave though, you know why,"[/color] she said giving him a knowing look. The two had spoken some about her son and what she had lived through, it was why she had never left the country before now. She had the smallest hope that one day her son would seek her out when he grew up. If she left Egypt, she might never see him again and the thought broke her heart. That settled it she would stay in the country, even if she had thought about leaving she knew she just couldn't, no matter how much it put her life in danger. 

	[color=a187be]"You are so kind Sgt. Walsh, I will never be able to repay you,"[/color] Aziza said looking over to him and smiling. Taking a deep breath she righted herself and placed her hand on the banister, making her way down the stairs and out of the front of the hotel. Glancing around it did not take long for her to spot Peter who was standing by the car and had secured a taxi as well so that there was enough room for everyone. Or perhaps it was so he wouldn't have to travel with certain people. That thought though didn't cross Aziza's mind as she walked over to the car and took Peters hand as it was offered to her. Helping her into the car he made sure she was situated before stepping out of the way. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I believe you will wish to sit next to your escort Miss Tarek,"[/color] he said before looking around and hoping that the others would be along shortly. He wanted to get back to check in on Vera and Lauren back at the barracks. Looking down at his watch he noted the time, it was closing in on eleven in the evening. Time did move quickly when things were happening. If only they had moved this quickly during his time away from England. 

[hr][center][h1][b][i]Elsewhere In The City[/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr]

	Neema brushed her hands together and shook her head a bit as she waddled back from the window and looked over towards Nora. Stepping over to the woman she held her hand out, palm side up. "Come, come. Let me see. What happened? Idiot doctor wished he knew what my people know about healing." Her voice was kind when she spoke but firm. She wanted to see what was ailing the young woman and why that stupid doctor had been called in the first place. 

	"Blame my son for him coming. He thinks new ways best way. Forget the old ways." She said rolling her old eyes. "Our people wouldn't have survived for thousands of years here if we didn't know a thing or two. Traveling the sands, no doctor to call. Families had to know how to heal." It was obvious that Neema didn't have a high opinion of the doctor for various reasons even if her son seemed to respect the man enough to call him for people staying in the building. Granted, it didn't seem like Neema thought much of her sons beliefs these days either. 

	[color=f7976a]"Fiance?!"[/color] Vera squawked, nearly choking on the water she had retrieved to clear out the bad taste in the back of her throat. Patting herself on the chest she wiped the dribble away from her chin with the back of her hand. [color=f7976a]"He, I mean, he asked. We talked, but that was before he had perished in the war. I mean, before I thought he had perished. I believe he may ask again, but oh I don't know, oh fuddle sticks...."[/color] she said as she slumped down on the edge of her bed and sighed. 

	[color=f7976a]"No, no, I am as well as can be expected. I do not suspect that I shall be evacuating my stomach contents this evening, what little blessing that is. Thank you though for your kindness and concern."[/color] Vera slowly pushed back her curls from her brow and looked over towards Lauren. [color=f7976a]"I wish there was something you could do for me but I am afraid there is not anything at this time. Unless you can stop the moving works of time so that I can have time to actually work through the problems in my mind."[/color]