Ella stared around the empty compartment, her mouth hanging open.

Sara, now beside her, noticed another door.

"Over there," she said, pointing.

The girls hastened towards a small door on the other side of the compartment.

Sara tried not to stare at all of the intimidating controls in the small room.

Pushing open the door, the girls stepped down to the ground.

Sara wobbled slightly in her heels, looking around.

They were in a long, empty tunnel.

"Come on," Ella said. She started forward towards an escalator.

They climbed onto it and rose steadily upwards.

When they reached the top, they encountered a large, metal door.

"Now where do you think this goes?" Ella asked. She shoved her shoulder against the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Sara scanned the wall around the door. "Maybe try hitting that button?" she said.

Ella paused. She looked at the key pad next to the door. "Well, duh," she said, snorting. She punched the button.

The door opened.

On the other side...was Grand Central Station.

Sara and Ella exchanged glances.

"Is Bentley for real?" Sara asked. "His personal train drops him off here?"

Ella rolled her eyes and started down the bustling hallway.

Swarms of people rushed to and fro around them. Many were dressed casually, but several wore elegant attire.

"I'm starving," Ella grumbled, walking into Grand Central Terminal.

Sara gazed up at the high ceiling. The constellations in the famous mural seemed to pop out at them from the greenish-blue background.

"There they are!" Ella murmured.

The boys leaned over one of the high balconies that overlooked the station's floor.

Sara followed Ella up the staircase.

Bentley and Kurt stood with their arms crossed. They both had relaxed faces, as if they weren't in serious trouble.

Ella pretended to swat each of them. "Take that. AND that!" she said.

Sara let Kurt pull her into a side hug.

"You're tougher than Ella," Kurt whispered. "You take it like a man." He kissed the side of her cheek.

"Well, don't expect me to go through that experience ever again," she said. She put a hand on her hip.

Kurt brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "No promises," he said, laughing.

Sara elbowed him in the side.

"OUCH!" he said, bending over and cracking up.

Bentley watched them stiffly. His jaw clenched. "We better get going." He walked ahead, pushing open the doors that led outside, to the street.

As Sara stepped out of the station, she inhaled her breath.

She was standing in the middle of NEW YORK CITY!!!!

Tall skyscrapers rose up around them. Their gleaming windows reflected the bright streetlights.

Horns honked loudly. Cars and buses sped by on the busy roads. Crowds of people in dark clothing rushed along the sidewalks in every direction around them.

Bentley stood near the road, scrolling through his phone.

Ella shoved by him. She stretched out her arm.

"I've already got a car coming," Bentley told her.

Ella made a face. "You think I TRUST you?" she said.

A yellow cab veered hurriedly off the busy street and came to a screeching stop in front of them.

Bentley opened the back door. He gestured for them to get into the backseat.

"Look, man, I got this," Kurt said. He climbed into the front seat, next to the cab driver.

Ella glared. "Okay, well, I'm not sitting next to Bentley. I'm still MAD." She smiled at Sara. "That means you're in the middle, girl!"

With a giggle, Ella dove into the backseat and slid all the way over.

Sara bit her lip as she crawled across the seat to get to the center. She sat down, tugging her gold dress up to keep it from tangling around her legs.

Bentley made a strange grunting noise as he slid in beside her and pulled the door closed.

"Where to?" the cab driver barked. He was a grumpy-looking man in his late fifties with a five o' clock shadow and an army crew cut.

Bentley gave him the cross streets.

"There's a ton of traffic. It's gonna take us forever to get there if we stick to Fifth," the cabbie grumbled.

Bentley kept his face neutral. "FDR Drive should shave off most of that time, don't you think?" he said.

The cabbie scowled. "Kids," he muttered. The cab driver pushed the clutch into drive. The cab rolled away from the curb and shot out into the chaos of blinking lights and cars.