Somehow, less than three hours later, Papillion found herself leaving Ramblewood. She was with Chaim, as always (or as it seemed it should be). She hadn't needed to pack anything, but Chaim had packed a single duffel bag and put a worn baseball cap with the Chicago Cubs symbol on the front, though it was faded and the cap was obviously very, very old. It didn't seem to be newer than the 1980's, but it was okay. It was Chaim, she could pull it off. She also had a pair of aviators that were obviously originally meant for a man and were older than the ball cap she had decided to wear. But none of it mattered.

Einstein stood at the gate and watched them leave, something too much like jealousy flashing in her eyes. Papillion met her gaze levelly and neither of them flinched; it was not so with Chaim. As soon as Chaim and Einstein's gazes met, Einstein noticeably flinched away and even moved backwards, though she was barely in face-recognition distance. Papillion made note of it, and decided to ask about it later. She was unsure of their new companions, Marek and his own student, Edward.

Chaim had accepted both of them with a simple nod of her head and ushered Papillion back inside, where Papillion had read while Chaim had packed up the things she wanted and loaded them into a car. A car that happened to be just as circumspect as the one she'd picked Papillion up in, just a few days ago, even though it felt like much longer. It hadn't even really been a day yet, and at this point she couldn't imagine trying to live her life without Chaim and her often-wacky, never obvious advice.

When everything was ready to go, Chaim came to get Papillion, who was still reading. Chaim shoved her hands in her pockets and watched Papillion for awhile with a cocked head. Papillion, as expected, didn't notice her at all, which made Chaim smile slightly.

"You can take it with us," Chaim told her after a few moments of silence.

Papillion's head didn't whip up to regard her with shock. In fact, it seemed like Papillion was reluctant to stop reading her book. She glanced at the book once more before glancing back up at Chaim. "I can?" she asked, just to clarify. Chaim bobbed her head once and then held out her hand, signaling that it was time to go. Papillion swallowed and reached up to take Chaim's hand, only to stop half-way when she noticed Chaim's poetry book still on the table. She looked at for a few minutes, and then looked back at Chaim.

"Can I take that one, too?" she asked, some part of her reluctant to leave her behind.

Chaim's gaze did not leave her face, but Chaim knew which book she was speaking of. It was possibly the only thing out of place in the entire house, how could she not know what book it was? Chaim nodded once, and it was a short, sharp nod, something that seemed a little out of place on Chaim's body. Papillion wondered about it a bit before grabbing the other book and taking Chaim's hand and rising from the couch, trying to figure out what would come next.

But now was not the time. Even Chaim could feel the pressure of it, her usually long, languid stride sped up and shortened to something faster that left Papillion jogging to keep up with her. The books were heavy but well worth the weight, if she was correct.

They stopped at two parked cars, one that was obviously Chaim's and the other that was obviously Marek's. A man that Papillion had never seen before - which wasn't actually all of that surprising, here in Ramblewood - was standing near him and his car. Marek looked sulky, like a child whose toy had been taken away. Chaim didn't even spare him a glance, and Papillion couldn't care less about him.

The other man seemed very nervous, shifting from foot to foot and looking slightly uncomfortable in his very expensive suit. His hair was a chestnut brown and his eyes seemed to be amber, much like Marek's. He stood away from the silver Mercedes that Marek was sitting on, almost to claim ownership in an infantile way.

Chaim slid her eyes over the two men before turning her eyes back to their car, which was a simple Honda Accord. Chaim pulled some keys out of her pocket and unlocked the doors. As soon as she heard the doors unlocking, Papillion pulled open the passenger side door and slid in.

Marek started when he saw her do this. He jumped up off the hood of the Mercedes and walked agitatedly towards the Accord. Chaim didn't even blink at this opening her own door and climbing in. She slammed her door shut and then relocked all of the doors just as Marek reached Papillion's door and tried to open it. When he realized the doors were locked, he became visibly upset and then pounded on the window.

Chaim watched him for a few seconds with a wide-eyed but blank expression. After those few seconds, she opened Papillion's window just enough for Marek to get his fingers in and then stopped. Marek had apparently thought she was going to wind her window all the way down and when it stopped, the tried forcing it down.

"Chaim!" he said as he tried to force the window open, "This isn't correct! We need to get our stories straight and..."

Chaim decided she didn't really care or perhaps that she had her story straight, so she started rolling up the window - with Marek's fingers still stuck through. Marek screamed in pain and tried to pull his fingers out, but now there wasn't enough space.

"Chaim! Chaim, stop! Chaim, it hurts!" Marek screamed. At that, Chaim stopped rolling up the window, but didn't roll it down. Marek kept screaming for her to do so, but she didn't. Papillion watched all of this happen with a slightly perplexed expression.

"Chaim, I think you should let him have his hand back," Papillion told her, right by her ear, as Papillion had moved away from her door and therefore Marek.

"Why?" Chaim asked, turning her head slightly so that she could look at Papillion out of the corner of her too-green eye.

"Uh, so we can leave?" Papillon replied, watching as the other man came to try and help Marek free himself.

"Oh. Yeah. That is a good reason," Chaim said, smiling briefly at her before opening the window enough for Marek to free his hand and then closed it.

Papillon returned to her own seat and adjusted her seat belt while Chaim started the engine and put it into gear. She revved the engine a bit, which sent Marek and the other stumbling back, before she drove off, but not at a ridiculously fast speed. They came up on the gates of Ramblewood fairly quickly, with Einstein standing off to one side, watching them leave.

As they pulled through the gates, she turned around to get one last glimpse of Ramblewood. However, Marek's silver Mercedes was in the way, so she only got the barest outline of it.

Some part of her felt like it didn't matter. The sinking feeling in her stomach told her that she was going to see Ramblewood again.