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JACK LOST TWO INCHES. There he was on the photos, on a Mexican beach at the Resort at El Pedregal. Intimate after midnight. And sure enough the woman in the picture. Was Penelope. In her entirety. He could not believe his eyes. Someone had been spying on him. And he himself could barely remember the date it could have been taken.

Jack tried to grab the photos but Katelyn pulled them away. Utterly heartbroken. Shaken. Angry. To Hell with you, said her stare.

Jack stepped back. Until he felt the mirror behind him. He stepped on the gun. But he looked down and picked it up. He put his shades back on. "I have to go," he said. There was no use of him staying here anymore.

"No," said Katelyn. She felt powerful now. "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done."

But Jack was done. Jack turned his back on her and made his way for the door.

"STOP," she shouted. He hid the gun in his shorts and opened the door to the landing. She chased him down the hall to the head of the stairs and shouted, "JACK!" Before suddenly they both looked over the edge and stopped. The entire hall was filled. And silent. The music had stopped and a sea of two hundred faces were looking up at the them.