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Chris memorized the license plate number as the limo drove away, frowning. What could he do next? He began to walk to a nearby clothing shop as he thought of his options. He could call her mother and double check that she had sent him? How many Justice's could there be in New York? It also depended on if they had a land line anymore. It seemed like everyone was switching over to cell phones. Distracted, he accidentally bumped into an old woman carrying her groceries home, making her drop a bag. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Chris said, hurriedly dropping down to help collect the items that had fallen out of the bag. The woman forgave him as he handed the bag back to her, smiling apologetically. She continued on down the road and Chris decided that he had to sit down for a bit to calm down.

Spotting a free apartment stairwell, he went over and eased down to stop and think a bit. He hoped that Adriella was okay, and that the man was, if anything, just a self-absorbed ass. At a loss, he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and called his mother. He knew that she would be busy at an Amnesty International meeting but he hoped that he could get her opinion about the situation.

"Chris, what's wrong?" she answered the phone, concern in her voice. She knew that Chris rarely called her during the day.

"Mom...please, do you have a moment?" He began to describe the situation with the man coming to pick Adriella up and the cold attitude of the man. His mother listened, interrupting and occasionally shushing someone on her side of the phone. She sighed when he finished.

"Chris, I don't think there's anything you can do at this point. You have the license plate number. You know what the man looks like. If something does happen you will at least be able to help her bring him to justice. Plus, she's a grown woman. She can take care of herself. Sweety," she paused to say something to someone near her before continuing to talk to him. "Just wait until tomorrow. Keep me in touch, okay? Sorry, I have to go. Love you."

"'Kay, mom." Chris hung up the phone and hoped that everything would be just fine. A slight drizzle began to fall and, looking down at the bag of clothes, he decided to try to keep her out of his mind for now.