She smiles, "Thank you Ironhorse, but hopefully it won't come to that."

Grimalkin sighed and leaped from the bench. "We are wasting time," he announced, bottlebrush tail held straight up as he trotted past. "If we are going to get this circus started, we should leave now."

"Good luck, darlings," Leanansidhe called. "When you return, you must tell me all about it. Claire, dove, dont do anything I wouldnt do."

She chuckled, nodding and following Grim.

Kimi and Nelson led the way back to the outside world. They followed them through several rooms, where groups of fey and humans watched them leave, down a red carpeted hallway, then up a long spiral staircase that finally stopped at a trapdoor in the ceiling. The trapdoor was oddly shaped: round, gray and heavy looking. Turns out, it was actually the bottom of a manhole cover. When Nelson pushed it up to peek through, bright sunlight spilled through the crack, and the smell of asphalt, tar and exhaust fumes assaulted their noses. While the half-troll scanned the road overhead, waiting for a clear spot, Kimi turned to them.

"This is as far as we go, Im afraid." The little half-phouka looked disappointed as she handed Claire a plastic ID card on a string.

She nods, "Thank you both for all your help. We appreciate it."

"We're really close to SciCorp, and from here you can take a taxi or something. Here." She handed Claire a slip of paper, scrawled on with bright green ink. "Thats the address youre looking for. That's where Scicorp will be. The trod back will be on Fourteenth and Maple, and you want the second manhole from the left. Got it?"

"Got it, fourteenth and maple, second man hole." She nods

"Clear," Nelson grunted, and shoved the manhole cover out of the way. Puck scrambled out first, then pulled Claire up after him. As Ironhorse and Grimalkin crawled out, they were in the middle of a busy street, A horn blared, and a bright red Mustang screeched to a stop a few feet away. "Get out of the road!" the driver yelled from the window.

She had the slight urge to flip the driver off.

Nobody would've blamed her. He had ran a red light anyway.