Chapter III: Something shared

Darkness had already fallen that night, when a shadowy figure sneaked out of the mansions window. It moved quickly but quietly from shadow to another, keeping out of the windows that still had lights on.

Checking every direction, making sure that nobody had seen, the figure entered the garage and closed the door behind.

Inside, the shadow let the breath it was holding, out.

"Are you sure that I won't expose your presence here to others?" KITT's front scanner lit up in the darkness.

"I know you only too well to know that you wouldn't do that, KITT," Lene's voice replied. Then, she approached the car.

"Can I come in?" she asked. KITT opened the passenger's side door and let Lene come in.

"That wasn't too nice of you what you did and said, this morning," KITT commented, closing the door.

"I know and I came to say I'm sorry. But I had to keep my act and I still have to, out in the open," Lene apologized.

"Few minutes ago, you said you know me only too well and yet, we just met this morning. What do you mean by that, Miss Tidwell?" KITT wanted to know. Lene let out a small chuckle.

"Call me Lene. I always knew that uncle Wilton had something big going on but I never found out what it was, until two months ago," she said.

"You knew Wilton Knight?" KITT was puzzled.

"Yes KITT and I have always known you too. From the very first thought of you, I have followed you," Lene spoke softly, mysteriously.

"Now you're scaring me, Lene," the car stated, "Who or what are you?"

"Sometimes, KITT, my dear friend, I scare myself too. All that I've seen, all that I've heard, all that I know, by this far, it scares me," Lene sighed but didn't really answered KITT's question.

"But you're so young," KITT said.

"Yes. And yet, I have assassins on my heels," the woman muttered.

"What? Why? What have you done? Why are they after you and who are they anyway?" KITT couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"It's not what I've done but more of what I am, of who I am and what I know and have," Lene said sadly.

"Then tell me who are you and what do you have and know?" KITT could sense Lene's sadness, "I can sense that it's troubling you, please, let me and Michael help you," he offered, metallic voice full with compassion. He was honest.

"KITT, I'd tell you if it would be safe. But the less you know, the less they can hurt you and Michael, through me," Lene sighed.

"What are you talking about, Lene? You are not making any sense. Who could possibly hurt me and Michael through you?" anxiety crept to KITT's voice.

"Some things are best kept in secret. Oh, dammit, someone has noticed that I'm not where I should be. Don't tell about our discussion to anyone. And remember KITT, whatever happens, I'll be there for you, forever," Lene said and tried to slip out but she was too slow.

"What are you doing here?" Michael hit the lights on. He sounded angry.

"It actually is none of your business of what I do in my own free time," Lene attacked back.

"I can't believe this. KITT, buddy, can you believe this? You are in our responsibility so that kind of makes it my business to know where you are. Besides, Devon there, inside, was worried. So, you better get back inside," Michael ordered. Lene acted as if she was defeated, shrugged her shoulders and left. Michael followed her with his eyes.

"What was she doing here pal? Did she hurt you?" Michael asked from KITT after Lene was gone.

"No Michael, I'm fine. She was just making a conversation. She really is very likeable. But Michael, she said some things that made me bit worried," KITT answered.

"Likable, oh yeah? Don't you remember that this very likable being called you a pile of junk right this morning? Are you sure she didn't messed up with your circuits?" Michael joked.

"Michael, stop that. She didn't do anything, she's just lonely," KITT said bit irritated.

"OK, OK pal, I believe you. Now how did she made you worried, what could she have said that made you worried?" Michael asked.

"She knew Wilton Knight. And Michael, she's in danger. She has assassins on her heels," the car replied, seriously.

"She knew Wilton Knight? KITT, I've got to talk with Devon in the morning. I have to find out what does he know about this Lene if he knows anything. Good night pal," Michael decided.

"Good night. And Michael," KITT continued.

"Yes buddy?" Michael heard the certain tone in his friends metallic voice.

"She really is nice but in trouble. I beg you, try to get to know to her, will you Michael?" and Michael knew that the little woman had already stolen this car's heart.

"OK buddy, I will," he promised, put the lights off and left.