Deidre

Deidre didn't have time to be scared. She needed to find Simon. So that's why when she asked the Epsilon to help her, she nearly hit him.

"No," The Epsilon said carelessly.

"What do you mean no?" Deidre was about to rake her nails against his beautiful unnecessarily and annoyingly perfectly skinned face.

"No, I can't. Nobody can. He's with them now." The Epsilon shrugged and folded his arms.

"Have you ever tried?" Deidre wanted to yell.

"No, but of course we've never dealt with anyone as idiotic as your husband," He said.

For moment Deidre forgot she was supposed to pretend to be married.

"You take that back right now, Mister, or I'll -"

"You'll what?" The Iota, Percy, came to stand next to him. "I'm quite intrigued. A lowly peasant threatening her superiors. Bently, come look at this; I believe her face is turning...wow it's actually turning red. Redder than a tomato, might I add."

The Digamma came into view beside Percy.

"Where the heck are all you coming from?" Deidre threw up her hands.

"Isn't this the girl who ran out of breakfast this morning?" Bently asked.

"Yes, she is actually." Percy had his hands in his pockets.

"Don't grab her yet. I want to know what she's going to do. Her husband's been wandering down there and she wants him back," The Epsilon explained. Wasn't his name Eli or something?

"Don't treat me like an animal! I'm nearly an adult and -" Deidre huffed.

"Nearly? You mean you're not eighteen yet?" Percy raised his eyebrows.

"I must say whoever thought running the government was boring was quite wrong." Eli said.

"The kids these days are growing up too fast," Bently faked wiping his eyes like he'd been crying.

"What're you? 20? 21?" Deidre defended.

"21, 22, yeah around that age." Percy shrugged.

"See, you're not that much older than I am." Deidre folded her arms. "Now I suggest you help me or -"

"And we're back where we started, the lowly peasant girl threatening her superiors." Eli chuckled.