The Third Person's POV

　　"Don't worry, little Princess. He will not eat you. Not today anyway. My name is Narine, by the way." She walks out the door, not looking back to see if Willow was following or not. Swinging her hips from side to side, harnessing the attentions of the males in the hallway.

　　Willow speed walks to catch up to Narine, just as they reach a staircase. On the way up is.. Jasper!

　　"Willow! I'm sorry. Someone needed my help." He says with an apologetic smile, throwing a glance at Narine.

　　"Narine. What are you doing here? And why are you walking with Willow? Do you two know...