A young woman stood at the door of an orphanage. In one arm, she clutched her baby girl. The girl was crying, wrapped up in a scratchy gray cloth. In the other, a letter she wrote. It read;

Dear Friend,

This is Alexandra. Her father, a firefighter, passed away a few years ago, trying to save a family. I am a fortune teller. I can see the future. However, when a prediction didn't come true, I was accused a fraud, & I haven't had a client in months. I can't take care of my baby.

Please make sure she is taken care of. If I'm not there in five years at most (You will know me because I am the only one that knows her full name, Alexandra Lenore Ashley), please make sure she goes to some one who will take good care of her. Thank you.

She set Alexandra down & slid the letter under her. "Don't cry", she whispered."I'm sorry. I will do everything in my power to see you again." Tears slid down her cheeks as she kissed the baby on it's forehead, & ran away.

Once she was no longer in sight, a tall, buff man, who had witnessed the whole scene, approached the baby. He picked up the note, read it, & looked at Alexandra. His lips curled into a smile.

"Alexandra, eh?" He picked her up. "I have a better idea. Why don't you come with me?" He made sure no one was looking, picked her up, & ran off, holding his new companion tightly.