I searched for the boy for the rest of Kick Back, almost completely ignoring Tori and the rest of my friends. I never caught sight of him again. After Wolves at the Door's last song they must have left the show. Looking back, I couldn't remember a single song or word of conversation; I had been too concentrated on my search. At home, I lay in my bed, thinking about those eyes.

Sunday came and went quickly, as I had way too much homework to play catch up with, but the upside of that was I managed to put the boy out of my head entirely. I'm a ditz but I've worked too hard at Hollywood Arts to fail. Tori and Andre swung by for a couple of hours to work on a script for Sikowitz's class which, unfortunately, was the last item on the homework front. So, once they left the work frenzy ended and my mind was free and clear. Not good. Apparently, all my brain wanted to do was dwell on the mysterious boy. In an effort to curb these thoughts, I went to bed early and to my surprise, fell quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Monday, my favorite day of the week. It's like a chance to start over again, to have a new beginning. I feel like myself again, my classes pass by with inevitable slowness but even that feels good. I don't let myself think about the boy or The Night, I just be me, the way I used to be. The bell rings, ending Algebra and I run off to Singing and Song Writing. I can hardly wait, it seems like it's been so long since I've been able to sing. From down the hall I can hear someone's performance ending, the deep notes of a bass guitar casting themselves down the hallway into the rush of students.

In my haste to get to class I didn't stop at the door, but rushed on through, or tried to anyway. I collided painfully with someone, knocking the instrument case from their hands and scattering my books and song sheets across the threshold. My cheeks heating, I bent quickly to gather my things while the guy I had run into checked his guitar. We stood at the same time and I recognized him instantaneously; the scar, the hair, the body, and the eyes. He smiled and I saw something stir in the depths of those incredibly green eyes. His smile, so warm, there was something so familiar about it.

"WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?"

His voice startled me out of my reverie.

"What's shakin', Kitty Cat?"

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Knight?

The boy looked away from me to address Mr. Bronte, the Singing and Song Writing teacher.

"No sir, just an accident."

"Well get a move on, you miss too much class as it is, Sean. It's only the first week."

The boy named Sean looked back at me, disappointment etched all over his face and the started to walk away. At that moment, everything crashed together; his eyes, his name, his smile, his words. Sean Knight. I had to stop him.

"Sir Knight, please stay-stay with me. The night is cold and the castle empty."

His response was so immediate; it was as if he'd been waiting for me to speak the words, like we had so long ago.

"My lady, the watch is not yet done; I cannot leave my duty unattended."

"Then after, please, I need you…"

Sean dropped his guitar case again and grabbed me in a crushing hug and I squeezed him back just as hard, both of us completely oblivious to the fact that people were watching. He drew away slightly and spoke so only I could hear.

"I KNEW you'd remember. I've gotta go, but meet me at lunch so we can talk. I've missed you, Kitty Cat."

I entered class in a daze, messed up my song, forgot lyrics and generally spaced out. My head (normally not the most organized place in the world) was even more cluttered with memories. I barely took notice of the envious glares and whispered conversations as I passed.

Lunch turned out to be an exercise in frustration.

Snapping fingers brought me back to reality, which I hadn't realized I left.

"Cat, hey Cat!"

"What, Robbie?"

"You were telling us how you know the new guy…"

"He's just a guy I knew when I was little."

Tori snorted in amusement.

"C'mon Cat, people have been talking about your little reunion in front of Bronte's class all day spill all the juicy details."

I heaved a deep sigh and turned from watching the café, trying to decide where to start.

"Sean moved in next door when I was seven. He didn't go to public school so he really didn't have any friends. His uncle like, paraded all these teachers and tutors through the house for him, I guess to make sure he had the best education or whatever, but he was lonely. One day during the summer we just started talking. After that we were pretty much inseparable. We were kinda in the same boat you know? He didn't have any friends and my…over active imagination kept the kids at school from really wanting to be around me. I was kind of weird."

"WAS kind of weird?" came Jade's sarcastic response.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Jade, babe, you're distracting her." Beck's calming influence got me back on track.

"Anyway we stuck together. My dad thought we were cute and he wrote that play for us, the one we were reciting outside of S. and S.? Then everything changed. My dad got sick and he kept getting worse. He died when we were nine. I…lost it when dad died. My mom put me in a hospital to help me get through it and for about a year Sean wrote every week. Then he stopped. My mom told me he and his uncle moved away. I didn't see him or hear from him after that, until he kept that…man…from hurting me."

I looked up from my untouched lunch and saw the sympathetic looks on my friends' faces. I was spared another round of tears though when Sinjin approached the table.

"Hey guys, hey Cat." The normally nervous looking boy was sweating bullets at being the center of attention.

"What's up Sinjin?"

"Cat, a guy gave this note to me and made me swear to get it to you before lunch was over. S-sorry it took so long."

I took the note and read it out loud so I wouldn't be interrupted:

"Kitty Cat, something important came up. I'm so sorry I missed lunch. I'm gonna be stuck at home for a while, why don't you come over after class? Bring your friends if you want. Again, I'm really sorry. Sean."

The address was written in the same hasty scrawl at the bottom of the torn notebook page.

"Well," I said with a smile, "you guys wanna come with?"

END NOTES: Well there it is, the third chapter. I thought it was a little too quick what about you guys? Review and let me know. Peace.