You look just like the girl Daddy keeps in his wallet.

This boy looked a lot like Danny, so Danny must be his father. The 'girl in Daddy's wallet' must be her.Jazz smiled hesitantly, "That's nice."

Jake shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure. Daddy gets sad whenever he sees her. Mommy said that it's because she was his sister, and she disappeared ten years ago. Daddy always visits her at bedtime."

He visits…me?

"What do you mean Jake?"

Jake looked around quickly, as if he was being sure nobody could hear him. He leaned over and whispered, "Mommy says after she 'died', her family made a fake funeral for her. They never found the body of my Auntie, so they'd given up. I never knew her. Daddy visits her grave all the time. He says I would have liked her."

Jazz swallowed, a tiny pang of guilt for what her disappearance cost her family. She wanted to see them, tell them everything was okay, that she was here. But she was scared. Those people wouldn't be her family. They were just the older version of her family.

They were strangers.

"Jake where are you? Do you have any idea how worried me and your father were? He's now flying, looking everywhere for you! You weren't at the swings when I told you to and-!"

A loud gasp sound out, and Jazz hesitantly looked up.

A woman with waist-length black hair and violet eyes was staring right at Jazz, mouth opened in clear shock. Jazz looked stunned not because of the person there, but because of what the person was wearing.

The woman was wearing a deep red shirt, with a heart shaped diamond necklace around her neck, bright, blue jeans, and a brown belt in the loops, with a diamond buckle.

She's actually wearing colors! The world's come to an end…

"Jazz?"

"Hello again…Sam."

Jazz walked beside Sam, who had her wrist in an iron-grip. Jake walked beside Jazz, giving her a sympathetic look. Sam was taking her to their house, and she had desperately tried to get away. She remembered the conversation clearly.

"Jazz, I can't believe you're alive!"

"I can't believe everyone thinks I'm dead. Sam, how have you been?"

A hug was her only answer.

"You need to come back with me. Danny will be so happy!"

Jazz gasped, and stuttered. "I-I can't…I can't come! It's..it's...I CAN'T!"

Sam looked at her oddly. "What do you mean you can't? He thinks you're dead."

"I'm… I'm too scared."

Sam gave her a look that freaked Jazz out. It reminded her of her mom whenever she was scrutinizing her.

Sam moved forward, and with lightning reflexes grasped Jazz's wrist.

"Jazz…your brother needs you."

Jazz had noticed that Sam never mentioned her parents, and she feared the worse. "My parents?"

Sam gave her a small smile. "They moved to Virginia." The three people continued on their way.

Or, at least two people did. Jazz kept on trying to get away, only to be pulled back by the force that was Sam.

Jazz pulled again, only to hear Sam sigh. The woman turned her head toward her, and then pulled her closer. Sam let go of her wrist, and took Jazz in a one-arm hug. Jazz tensed up. This wasn't Sam, at least, not the Sam she was comfortable with.

"Jazz…you don't need to be scared. It's still us."

Jazz tried to speak, tried to tell her that she wasn't mad. She was mad at this situation; being stuck in the future with no way to get home would make anyone mad. But she just couldn't talk.

She and the mother and son duo stopped in front of the house with the strangers inside…