Gratefully Darcy watched another group disappear into the Dungeon, emptying the lobby. She leaned wearily onto the counter, cradling her head on her arms. She wished she could talk to someone, but the only one here was Elliott. She had no idea where Kyle and Brandon were, but after Liz’s little performance last night, she didn’t dare call Brandon’s house and leave a message. Maybe he’s at rehearsals.… She looked longingly at the door. There was no way she could leave right now, and she wasn’t even sure there were rehearsals on Sunday. Chosen one … what does that mean?
