It has been a day since you started the hideout protocol. You are pacing around the tiny hotel room. You are bored because Kelsey is handling the investigation. You are drawn to the tiny kitchen. You start to gather some ingredients. Forty-five minutes later you have made some choc-chip and maple syrup cookies. You are staring at them wondering if you should take them to Justin.

"That's what I'll do," you mumble having made up your mind. You take the tray of cookies. Thirty seconds later you've made it to the room that Justin is staying in. You timidly knock on the door because you are not sure if he is working.

"Coming," Justin responds. Ten seconds later you can see him crack open the door to check. He lets you in.

"I was doing some baking and I thought you might like some," You remark. He can see your tray of cookies.

"Come in," He leads you to a small table. You place the tray on the table. You sigh because you are feeling a little bothered by the whole situation.

"What's bothering you?" he responds. He wants to see if he can help but you don't think he can. Unless he can keep himself safe.

"I think I may be paranoid about your safety Justin," You take one of your cookies. You can tell Justin is trying to think of something to make you feel better. Instead he takes one of your cookies.

"They are really good," He remarks. You are glad he likes them. The mood in the room becomes lighter.

"Thank you," You respond. A little surprised that he does like them. His phone rings and he answers it.

"This is Justin Trudeau," He gives his standard greeting. He glances at you which can only mean he is looking for your approval for something. You nod because you were made aware of his secdual.

"I think so but I will let you know if anything changes," he wraps up his call.

Sorry 'bout that,"

"Don't worry. The interview is at the CBN studio right?" you are curious because you need to know if there will be any issues. At least you know about the fact that the CBN studio has their own security. It is the day of the interview and you are watching Justin get ready with eagle eyes. You hope it's not bothering him but you are wrong.

"Millie is something wrong?" Justin asks. He wants to help you but you know he can't do much.

"Sorry but I'm thinking about who it could be," you trail off as you are carried away by your thoughts.

"Millie we will worry about it later. For now, just enjoy the interview," he tries to comfort you. A minute later the interview has started and you are still trying to work out who the perp could be. Seven minutes later the interview has finished.

"Let's go," Justin gestures for you. Ten minutes later you have made it back to the apartment. Something doesn't feel right. You find a note on the door. 'Next time will be successful.' You open the door to find the room trashed. You take the note. You rush over to Justin's room. You find him outside of his room

"Millie we have a problem," Justin announces.

"Yeah I know our rooms have been trashed," you sigh because you get the feeling you know who did it but you hope you are wrong.

"That can only mean one thing,"

"What is that Millie?" He asks. Your frustration builds. You lean on the wall to support yourself.

"That gives us three possible suspects. Dang" You slam your hand into the wall. It was a bad idea. You wince in pain. You hate the fact that you have to find a mole.

"We should grab our things and go," you are about to leave. You are stopped by Justin's hand.

"Let me have a look first," he responds. You place your hand on his because you know there is no getting away that easily. He has a look. Your mind starts to think about why he would care. The thoughts don't last long.

"Meet me back here in ten minutes," he suggests as he lets go of your hand. You head back to your room and you start tyiding. You get the feeling that there is more about that gesture than he is letting on. Nine minutes later you head to Justin's room.

"Sorry about the wait," you remark because he is there before you. You are ready to go.