There was a second conversation that went on in the car and that was Cassie begging for Marian not to tell Robert. ‘Please, I won’t do it again! I promise!’, ‘I have to tell him.’, ‘Then you’d have to tell him about how you shoved me in the car to escape from the police while Robin Hood beat the hell out of them.’, silence had filled the car as Marian took in her point. If she didn’t tell Robert the whole story then she might as well not tell him the story at all. The debate of whether to tell Robert the whole story or not lingered in her mind until the hand turned and the door opened.

Her blue eyes shot up to Robert as she listen to him fire off a million questions. Looking over at Cassie as Robert finished talking, she turned her attention back to him. “I nearly hit her with my car. The streets of New York City are incredibly dangerous. So I shoved her back in the car and brought her back.” Cassie was right, if Marian told Robert about the fact that they both knew and met Robin Hood, she’d have to deal with the backlash of him, who is currently trying to hunt down Robin Hood, and possibly more of Guy trying to talk to her about it. Plus Cassie most likely doesn’t even know that Robert’s on the Robin Hood case… he’s one of the last people Marian wanted to know that she had any sort of connection with Robin Hood.

“Look Cassie,” Marian said turning to face her. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her business card and a pen. “Here’s my cell number, if you want to run around New York City and not be with your uncle, call me instead.” With she handed the seventeen year old her business card with her cell number on it and shoved her inside the house before turning her attention to Robert.

She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind before closing it tightly. If she grilled him for questions, he might grill her for questions about why she had been gone for so many hours and when Marian found her and blah blah blah. If she lied to Robert, he’d most likely know or at least figure it out… “She’s fine. I didn’t actually hit her; just got my breaks changed recently so that’s’ good.” Pulling out her cell phone she opened up her contacts page and hit new; after typing in his name she looked up at him. “If Cassie’s going to make a habit of being out and about with you, I think it would be a good idea that I have your contact phone number in case I almost run over her again. What’s your number?” Here's that 'never in a million years' scenario playing out already. Funny how life changes so much.