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Marie was slouching over the counter at the spa, her arms under her head as she snored loudly. She didn’t sleep well last night thanks to certain nightmares, and she was a wreck by morning.

“I was supposed to be doing something, and I’m not entirely sure what it is,” Paris mumbled to himself as he surveyed the people around. It wasn’t work obviously. The schedule told him when he was to be there. So it was something else. It was bugging him that he couldn’t quite remember. 

“That doesn't look so hard, you wimp. Here, I’ll do it.”

“Oh uh, sorry, not looking for any trouble,” Paris muttered as he pulled back from the body he had just collided with. He was not quite sure who they were and he certainly didn’t want to get into an altercation.

“Oh hello, can I help you?” Paris asked hurriedly. He was more than a bit rattled by the days tasks.

“Two forty-eight, two forty-nine, two fifty! Nice work, only fifty more! Huh? HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? Man, not another one...”

Setting down the phone, Hayden turned towards the newcomer. “Is there something you need?”