Rodney laughed, as if I hadn't seen the obvious when it was right in front of me. "The copycat betrayed us, love. I didn't think you'd miss that after I told you-"

"Shut up, Mr Skinner, and meet me here in ten minutes," I said. The cold look on my face must have been quite icy, because he immediately stopped talking and nodded seriously.

I took off, heading for my house quickly. There, I cautiously picked my brother's portrait off the wall and walked back out. I locked the door behind me and put the key in my leather pouch. I made sure the bow at the back of my beige, silk gown was fastened properly, then I put my hat on.

Back at the alley where I'd met him, Rodney was waiting. "Shall we?" he asked, looking at my brown curls. Oh dear, I'd forgotten to put my hair up. I took off my hat and started to bunch my hair together. Rodney, who knew what I was doing, grabbed my wrist and shook his head.

"Nay, lady. Leave your hair down. Just because you're wearing a hat doesn't mean your hair's got to be inside it," he said. I dropped my hair, startled.

"Er, all right..." I muttered. "Let's get going before Dorian thinks we're dead."

Rodney seemed amused, because a smirk grew on his face. "Dorian knows I'll get you to him."

"That sounds an awful lot like a challenge, Mr Skinner," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Maybe it is a challenge, lady," he said, raising his eyebrows tauntingly.

"My name is not 'lady', Mr Skinner," I said, sighing.

"Ms Gray, then?" he asked, uninterested.

"Just call me Harmony. I have a first name for a reason," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Only if you call me Rodney."

"Don't be stupid, Mr Skinner. No one calls you Rodney," I said, frowning.

"Be the first to call me that, then," Rodney insisted. He was starting to get on my nerves

"If you say so. Now get me to my brother before I ditch you," I said, retrieving the icy expression on my face.

A new person turned up, then, and he was just as I remembered. Not a single difference. It struck me at such lightning speed that I needed Rodney to hold me up. His dark, brown, shoulder-length hair and hazelnut eyes were glowing with recognition and restrained joy. His pale complexion and favourite beige suit clashed graciously as he stood in front of me. He still had his small goatee and moustache. Yes, it was really my brother. Dorian was really there.

"Merry Christmas," he said, smiling pleasantly. I pulled out of Rodney's arms and wrapped mine around Dorian's waist, pulling him into a hug. He hugged me back immediately.

"I thought you were dead..." I said, with tears in my eyes.

"I thought you were," he replied. He wasn't about to cry, like I was, but the knot in his throat was obvious.

The house in which Dorian and his friend were temporarily staying was quite big. Not really a mansion, but it was larger than a villa. Perhaps it was a manor or something. The front door was pretty far from the gate, which was a typical Dorian choice. He found it necessary to see whoever walked through the gate before they reached the front door, just in case it was an enemy.

The doorknob was an iron lion-head, with its tongue as a knocker. Another typical Dorian choice.

It was an ageing man who let us in. He had whitening hair and a pistol tucked into his belt. He nodded at me.

"The name's Quatermain. Allan Quatermain," he said with a smile.

"Harmony Gray," I presented, and simultaneously, a young man came running down the staircase.

"Allan, I need help --" He froze when he saw me, and lowered the gun he had in his hands. He continued the way down the stairs slowly.

"Harmony," he said. It wasn't a question. He knew exactly who I was.

"Tom." And I knew exactly who he was. Tom Sawyer, the American sniper who'd saved my life before the existence of my portrait. His wavy blond hair falling in front of his hazel eyes.

"You two know each other?" Rodney asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Er, yeah. We go back a few years," I said, still slightly dazed.

"A few? Try twenty years." Tom was amused. I knew that to him, I hadn't changed at all.

Dorian put his hand on my shoulder. "I'll leave you two to catch up, and after that, it'll be our turn to catch up. Okay, Harmony?"

I nodded. I felt like I'd retrieved two important things that had been stolen from me. Allan, Rodney and Dorian walked into the kitchen, and I knew I'd be the topic of their conversation.

"I thought you got killed," Tom told me, taking my hand in his.

"I didn't know you worked with Dorian," I said outright.

"I don't. I work with Allan. And I never knew you were really related to Dorian. I mean, I knew you had the same last name, but I didn't think he was really your brother. You never told me..."

"Dorian told you about me?" I asked, frowning. Dorian wouldn't talk to anyone about me.

"Yes, but I knew you were brother and sister when I saw him. Where were you?" He seemed troubled, so I decided not to withhold any information from him.

"I was with Fantom. I worked for him. He told me there was a lot to gain for me, but if I'd known it would involve betraying you and Dorian, I wouldn't have gone through with it. I was supposed to kill Mina, but then I saw Dorian with her. Well, it wasn't really Dorian, it was a copycat, but I thought it was him. I saw her kill him, so then I really wanted to go up against her. Now I know she didn't do anything wrong," I explained. I could see he wasn't upset about what I'd just said. I knew he understood.

"How did you find out Dorian wasn't dead?" he asked.

"Rodney found me on my way home and explained everything."

Sorry, it's kind of short, but I don't have much time right now.