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I was walking in an alley in Elm street, when suddenly someone tugged my arm and tackled me to the wall. "What the mmphhh-" I started yelling but a hand covered my mouth. "Shhhhh..." a voice hushed. He released his grip on me and then removed his baseball cap and mask. "Xanvier ? What the hell are you doing in Sydney ?" I scoffed. "The same goes by you, why are you here ?" I stared at him unbelievably, "I live here, douchebag, after you brutally left me behind. Does that ring any bell ?" He sighed, "Look I'm so sor-" "Save it. I've heard enough." I turned around to leave but he grasped my hand. "Can you uh... show me where you live ? Or maybe can I stay for a few days ?" I snatched my hand away from his grasp , "And why would I do that ?" Xan shifted from foot to foot, "I, uh am kind of a fugitive. I escaped from prison in Canada and ran all the way back here. The police are hot on my trail." He glanced up, "Speaking of the police, they are right behind us," I whipped my head around abruptly and saw dozens of figures running towards our direction. I pressed my lips into a thin line, "That's your problem. Not mine." He gripped my shoulders and pleaded, "Please, Akïla, for old time's sake ?" I exhaled and pinched my eyebrows. For old time's sake. I grunted, "I am getting deja vu." Slipping my hands in his, I sighed, "Follow me."