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After he deposited Herry at the school, Archie went back to Brownstone.

Neil was going to be easy. As long as he didn't call Atlanta for help on his

PMR. Archie didn't know how he was supposed to catch Neil, but he figured it would

come to him as he went.

He entered the dorm to find Neil watching tv in the living room. After looking

up for a brief moment, Neil asked,

" Hey, where's Herry?"

" Oh, he still outside fixing the tire on his 'precious' truck."

" Really?" asked Neil, " I didn't think it would take that long to fix a flat

tire." Archie just shrugged.

Neil, getting bored of what he was watching, looked into his mirror again. He

had only gazed at his reflection for five seconds before it was snatched away from

him.

" Hey," he squealed, in a voice more high-pitched then Theresa's, " give that

back. I hate it when you do that!"

Archie, rather then tease him with it or run away with it like he usually did,

only stood there after throwing on the floor.

" You know, Neil," he said, in a voice that would even send shivers up Cronus'

spine, " you really should have listened to Jay, when he said to be on your guard

around me."

Neil froze. So there was something wrong with Archie. Did Cronus have

something to do with this? Then he saw Archie pull his fist back.

Neil squealed again, "WAIT! Before you hit me, please don't hit the face. The

ladies like the way I look."

Archie smirked, "I'd really hate to disappoint the ladies then."