...Meanwhile...

"Untrue! Untrue!" Pawl answered defiantly.

"Pawl, you are not seeing this for what it is! He has desserted us. There IS no other explanation," Cinn quietly responded. Secretly, Cinn beleived the same as Pawl but saw no point in inciting him further in his despair and abandoned state of mind. How could Jack leave us like this! And, where did he go? Cinn wondered to herself.

"You know Jack like I do," Pawl interrupted Cinn's thoughts, "He wouldn't just leave without good reason." But even as Cinn's quieting response had its calming affect on Pawl, his mind was a swarming nest of tumultous thoughts. All sorts of accusations, assumptions and random inklings darted through his mind, making it quite difficult to catch any one stream of thought for any length of time. Is this the beginning of the end for me? I am only at the start of my 7th cycle year...does the decline begin so soon? Pawl worried.

"Stop thinking and pay attention to me!" Cinn commanded Pawl as she gently cradled his face and turned it to meet her's. "It is as you say, I DO know Jack. And, although I want to believe he had a good reason for leaving us, it still remains true that he didn't leave us any word or even a clue as to where he has gone or if he plans to return for us. We have each other and will have to carry on as best we can."

Pawl loved Cinn like a sister, if he had a sister he imagined this is how he would love one. He realized it was up to him to take care of Cinn. It was so much easier when Jack was here. He was the leader. He was the one who had it all figured out. HE was the one who had found the secret to living beyond his 7th cycle year! Pawl felt abandoned and ill equipped to carry on in Jack's place. But, he felt an obligation to Cinn, Jack's lady love.

Perhaps Jack knew Pawl was up to this challenge. There were so many things to think about! Pawl was uncertain of what to do next, but in his hardcore he knew they had to leave Tarroc City and go...where to go? Pawl wondered apprehensively. I don't even know where to go!

Cinn watched Pawl. In her heart she felt she knew where Jack had gone. She just wished he had left one tiny clue or bit of information for her to piece together and follow. But, maybe he did! Where was that game they used to always play!? That silly game of logic and unlikely puzzle pieces...maybe there was a clue there after all!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Interrupted the warning that break time was over. "Back to work rabbitz!" Yelled the mutant human. "No slackers or you'll all have a shortened recharge period!" Threatened the overseer.

"Don't think about Jack anymore Pawl. I think I may have remembered a clue Jack left us after all. No, NO, we can't continue this now! Go to your zone and I'll see you at the charging station after our shift." And with those mysterious words, Cinn moved away leaving Pawl with his scrambled thoughts and worries.

She seems so sure for only being a second cycler. Cinn's so new to all of this. She wasn't here when Jack and I discovered the truth and planned for our escape. Why did Jack leave without me!?

Mulling things over, Pawl moved to his work zone and plugged into his section. At that moment, all personal thoughts receded and Pawl became another drone, working in unison with the other robotic rabbitz, thinking only their thoughts, focusing only on the task at hand. Thoughts of Jack, Cinn or Pawl's first day of his 7th cycle year diminished and Pawl didn't care anymore.

At her station, Cinn secretly hoped Pawl had remembered to download into his personal memory chip before he plugged in to his work station. Then again, it might be for the best if he forgot. Cinn didn't have enough data to reference the demise of a beginning 7th cycler. She didn't know if Pawl would remain stable enough to count on when the time came.

Jack! Where did you go!? Why did you leave me here with Pawl!? Cinn wondered as she worked remotely. Little did she know another was privy to her thoughts.

Cinn and Pawl were in imminent danger. Unless Petre intervened soon, all would be lost and Jack's effort would be for naught.