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It’ll help,” Garrett said, popping some bread into the toaster.
    “Okay,” she muttered.
    She drank as much as she could
manage.  He brought her a plate with plain toast and replaced her glass of
water with another full one.  She took it without comment and tried to choke down
the food.  It did help some, but she wasn’t a hundred percent better yet. 
Garrett had created an elaborate breakfast plate for himself, and he ate it all
in the same amount of time it took for her to finish her toast.
    She tried standing again.  The
headache was finally dissipating, and her stomach was feeling only partly
queasy.  She could make it through another day.
    “You ready?” he asked, coming
back for her plate.
    “I think so.”
    “Great.  We better get going
then.  Hadley gets off at three thirty today, so we have a good five hours to
try to get in the best tourist traps out here before I have to go to work,”
Garrett told her.
    “Perfect.  If I can make it five
hours, it’ll be a miracle,” Devon said.  She was happy that she had a tour
guide even though Hadley was at work.
    Garrett shook his head at her as
he stuffed his wallet into his back pocket.  “Come on.  It’ll be good for you
to get some fresh air.”
    Devon grumbled something
incoherent before standing.  She grabbed her purse from the table and followed
Garrett to the elevator.  Riding the elevator might have been the worst part of
the morning.  Garrett rested a hand on her back as he warily watched her.  She
was pretty sure he was expecting her to burst any second, and she felt like she
might.
    When they finally reached the
bottom of the huge complex, Devon uneasily walked out of the elevator.
    “Let’s never do that again,” she
murmured, clutching her stomach with one hand.
    “I’ve got bad news for you.”
    Devon glared up at him.
    “Well, at least you won’t have to
take the elevator for a few more hours,” Garrett offered.
    “I don’t even want to think about
it.”
    “So, what did you want to see?” 
He stood at the entrance, debating which direction to walk in.
    “Everything,” Devon said with a
shrug.
    “I don’t think we can see
everything by three o’clock.”
    “The bean thing then,” Devon told
him.
    “The bean thing?”  He looked at
her skeptically.
    “Yeah, isn’t that what it’s
called?  I don’t know.  I’ve never been there before,” she stated defensively.
    “Come on.  You’ll figure it out,”
he said, walking toward the river.
    She started after him, walking
past the House of Blues and onto the State Street Bridge that crossed the
Chicago River.
    “What did I do wrong?” she asked,
staring out across the water.
    “Well, it’s not the bean thing ,”
he said, shaking his head.  “It’s the Cloud Gate , and we call it The
Bean , just The Bean .”
    Devon rolled her eyes.  She
hadn’t thought she was that far off.
    “It’s in Millennium Park, not too
far from here.”
    He strode purposefully across the
bridge.  Devon stopped for a second to take a picture.  She knew she couldn’t
post it anywhere online or send it to her mom like she normally would.  No one
really knew where she was, so it would totally blow her cover if she started
posting pictures of Chicago.  But she wanted memories of where she had been
even if they were just for her.
    “While we’re playing tourist, I
should let you know that directly ahead of us is the famous Chicago Theatre,”
Garrett said, pointing out the giant red Chicago sign.
    Devon snapped a photo because… hey,
why not?
    They continued through the busy
streets, and despite having to avoid other tourists admiring the pretty
buildings, walking seemed to help her stomach.  She still wasn’t prepared for
food, but the fresh air was breezy, and Devon found that moving was helpful.
    Garrett directed her down a side
street and pointed out the glass exterior to the Joffrey Ballet.  Looking
several stories up, she watched the dancers jumping about as