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"What am I going to do?" I ask myself, pacing back and forth.

"I don't know how to get a plane ticket, all my things are either with the manager or with Athena," I heave, "oh fuck it, manager.."

"Athena's going to kill me!" I panic, "mum is going to make sure I'm dead meat. And I will have no family... and-"

Marcus and Martinus stand there, whispering to each other.

"You two! You were meant to help me!" I shriek.

"Wha-?

"You were meant to help me, and now I've missed my plane!" I explain, "if it's a bus, then okay, I can just wait for another one. Train, I can also wait for another one. But a plane, for goodness sake!"

"I knew I should've just left you at the hotel and went here myself!" I whine, inside me in panic mode and I pull at my hair, "it would've saved me more time! Even if it's just twenty minutes!"

The twins look at me like I've just grown another head. I breathe heavily, stopping my pacing.

"I'm sorry," I finally say and slide down to the floor, "it's just, I need to get to Sweden by tomorrow morning, and this is stressing me out."

"We understand," one of them says.

"Mum is going to kill me," I say again, placing my head back against the wall and have a think about the situation I'm in and how I'm going to get out of it.

Then I start to fiddle with my phone, careful not to post anything or it's going to get detected by my manager.

"How about this," one of them says.

"What?" I ask, "this better not be a 'let's book you another flight through our dad' trick."

"We could do that, come to think of it," Martinus places his fingers on his chin as if he was giving it a long , nice, hard thought. I get up and slap his arm.

"Ah-no," Marcus denies, interrupting Martinus' cries of pain, "hey, Tinus how long does it take to drive from here to Sweden?"

"About six hours," Martinus replies, cringing a little, "God dammit, where did you learn how to slap like that!?"

"Girls self-defense logic," I simply state and go silent, thinking about what Marcus asked his brother. The gears in my brain starts to turn and my eyes grow wide.

They're going to drive me there aren't they?

"Yes, we are," Marcus confirms.

"Did I say that out loud?" I groan.

"Maybe..."

"What time does your event thing start?" Martinus asks and carries my bags out the airport.

"Half past ten I believe?" I answer, "but come on! You're not going to drive me there! I'll figure something out myself!"

"We have enough time," Marcus says, completely ignoring what I said, "come on!"

I follow the crazy twins out of the airport. Well, not follow exactly as Marcus drags me out of the airport.

When we arrive outside, Martinus appears to be talking to somebody on the phone.

"Okay, okay," he says, "tusen, tusen takk."

"Who was that?" I ask when he ends the call.

"Our driver," he answers, "he'll take us up there."

"Are you serious!?" I burst and can't help but grin, "you have done so much already, yet you're still helping me? Seriously, I thank you for that but there's no way."