I'm really trying to update this as fast as possible, but it doesn't always go that way. Hopefully I'll have chapter three out by the end of the week.

"I've asked her about her friends, many times," Dr. Sentry said when Aelita was calm and left alone. The doctor took Alain to her office where she sat at her desk and he sat on her couch.

"Do the other names have that response?" Alain asked and she shook her head.

"Ulrich, Yumi, Odd, and William shake her, yes. Jeremie, however," Dr. Sentry said and opened her folder.

"Jeremie Belpois' phone number was her emergency contact, but the name was Douglas Stones, who doesn't exist. Her records got weird when I dug deeper."

"I've subpoened for those files, only to get blocked. Know anything about that?" Dr. Sentry asked.

"I don't, and that's the problem. No birth certificate, ID, school or medical record from before four years ago. Before she started to attend Kadic academy, that girl didn't exist. I looked at her records, anything dated before her arrival, forged. As far as I know, that sixteen year old girl, was born four years ago."

"Inspector, does Lyoko mean anything to you?" Dr. Sentry asked and he shook his head, "She talks about Lyoko, like a veteran talks about war."

"Not in her file," Alain said and stood up, "Thank you for your time."

Alain stood up and pushed the handle down to open the door. When he stepped out the doctor stood up and asked, "What makes you believe she didn't make an attempt on her life."

"Jump, push, fall," Alain said to her before he left her office.

Alain found himself at the scene of the incident, looking up at the roof. It was night when she fell from the roof of the apartment building, so he was there at night to see if anything revealed itself to him. He looked at the roof, then at a parked car that was in the same spot as the one she crashed onto seven months ago.

Early on, the case was ruled a suicide attempt by the police, but one member of the forensic team always cried foul. No one had the time in their case load to properly investigate it, but they had too many cold cases piling up. When a case runs cold for too long, they typically give the most likely looking scenario, and close the case. Suicide cases were closed almost immediately, and he almost did close it. Until Isaac Valentine asked him to hear him out.

Isaac was a forensic analyst, specializing in physics, so his job was bullet trajectory and jumpers. He was always lead authority on suicide jumpers, but he was on vacation when Aelita fell, so his responsibilities were taken by the forensic investigator for two weeks until he got back. He went through his cases when he got back, and saw Aelita's. The photographs of the scene alone were enough to say she was pushed.

The case was closed when he got back, and trying to cut through the red tape and bureaucracy took two months just to get it reopened. Then it sat on a shelf for months until the first Inspector who had an empty case load was ready. He looked at it, and immediately motioned to close it again. Isaac asked to meet with him at the scene of the incident.

"Thank you for meeting me," Isaac said shaking his hand and as he approached and looked at him.

"I'm here, convince me," Alain said and Isaac cleared his throat and pointed at the roof.

"She fell from that roof," Isaac said and pointed at a parked car, "And landed on a car parked where this one is. Two things make this an unlikely suicide. Where she landed, and how she landed."

"What makes attempted murder stand out?" Alain asked.

"From that height, she would land maybe center sidewalk if she let herself fall. At most, maybe clip the car, not land center mass on the car. Also, she landed on her back."

"You got my attention on the distance, but why is her landing on her back strange?"

"That's not how most suicides do it. Most look straight at the ground, and fall. Or just take a step. She landed on her back, facing up at the sky. If she fell, she would have landed on her face, or had her legs snapped like twigs underneath her."

"What about a jump?" Alain asked.

"Jumping is usually when there was something she'd need to climb or jump over to reach the ledge in the first place. I've been up there, that roof is flat. Also, if she took a running start, she would have overshot the car and certainly not landed on her back."

Alain looked at the roof, then the car, and back again a few more times. All he imagined was a girl, being chased onto a roof, no where to go but down. He looked at Isaac and nodded.

"I'm convinced."

Alain had been convinced for a week now that this was an attempted murder. Then he dug deeper and found it might be related to the disappearance of five teenagers, all her friends. The deeper he dug, the more road blocks he found. Now he was at the scene again, waiting for something to come to him.

A man stepped into his car at the scene and drove off, leaving the spot she landed vacant. Needing inspiration he walked into the spot and look up. Nothing unusual about the night sky. He lay down in the parking spot, looking straight up. He looked at her case file and saw the time of her fall was estimated at 8:15PM. He looked at his watch; 8:07PM.

"About the same time," He said and look up at the blank sky. Light pollution stole the stars out of the sky, and the moon was being blocked by the bigger buildings in the city. Sighing he looked at her file, at her picture, then remembered what she told him.

"Stars were gorgeous that night, saw them as I was falling. The moon too, full, huge, glistening," Aelita had said and he looked at the sky again. Blank.

"What stars?" Alain said aloud, "And moon. Why does she think she..." He started to say before a car horn went off, making him jump. Someone wanted the parking spot. Alain moved and looked up at he sky again.

"Where did you see stars?"

Yumi sat next to the monitor, trying to remember what made the orb come. She needed to get into Carthage, but couldn't remember the code.

"Carthage," Yumi said to herself and stood up. She typed in 'HANNIBAL' and it said it didn't recognize the order, "Okay, Jeremie was right, I needed to pay attention."

'Punic'

'Rome'

'Cannae'

"Oh come on!" Yumi shouted and paced in the room while thinking, "Who defeated Hannibal. Roman general, come on what was his name. Roman's got titles for locations of their victories. Where was Carthage?

"He fought with elephants, India? Fabian strategy?" Yumi thought, random terms coming to her head. She typed in 'FABIAN' and nothing.

"African elephant. Horn of Africa, Tunisia. Afrikaner? Africanus. Africanus!" Yumi said and typed that in. Nothing.

"Blank Africanus. Publius was already dead. His son. Publius Cornelius Scipio. Scipio Africanus."

'SCIPIO.' and 'CNT LCN?' was the response. Yumi smiled and hit enter.

Alain sat at his desk, just looking at Aelita's file, seeing if anything would click. He had to say, it was one of the most unusual cases he had ever encountered in his career. The lack of information about the girl was a conspiracy itself. Everyone left a paper trail, or at the least a trail of shredded paper to indicate there was one. Aelita Stones, nothing. Who didn't exist, or would have a paper trail shorter than their lifespan.

Witness protection came to his mind. Searching her name he found nothing. Interpol nothing. Sitting back into his chair he thought. Who didn't exist? Many of her documents were forged, maybe Aelita Stones wasn't her real name. Maybe she stole Aelita Stone's identity. Aelita was already an interesting enough name as it was, he could widen the search to at least start somewhere.

Before he started, Alain opened a drawer on his desk and looked down at the bottle of scotch next to a dirty glass. He felt himself smacking his lips before he grabbed the bottle and took a deep breath. Alain stared at the bottle, and swallowed loudly. All he wanted to do was pour a drink. He looked down at the picture frame on his desk and slowly lowered the bottle back into the drawer.

"Slyvie...Slyvie...Slvie..." Alain said, over and over again as he closed the drawer until he couldn't see the bottle anymore. Alain took a moment to pause, collect his thoughts, and continue his investigation.

Missing persons reports from five years ago. He typed Aelita. Nothing. Ten years. Nothing. All records, one result. Opening the file he read the report.

Aelita Hopper and her father Franz Hopper disappeared in 1994. A majority of the report was about Franz and the attempts to find him.

"Franz, why did they try so hard to find you?" Alain said to himself and read more on him.

He was scientist, a teacher, a husband and father. He taught at Kadic academy.

"Kadic, that's where Ms. Stone's went," Alain thought aloud and noticed some of his documents were blacked out, "Who the hell were you?"

Normal information was blacked out. Spouse's name, date of birth, residence, occupational history. He opened a JPEG file attached and it was a picture of his ID. Older man, peppered hair and mustache with thick glasses.

"Franz Hopper," He said and opened his email and sent out messages to all of the major science institutes, to see if he ever worked at them.

"Aelita Hopper goes missing, a decade later, same school, another Aelita with forged documents. Suspicious is an understatement."