Cameron knocked on the 167th door of the day. Unfortunately the name 'Dawn Summers wasn't in the phone book, and she had no other information about her besides the fact that she lives in Sunnydale.

An elderly lady opened the door and glared up at the tall thin young woman. "Hello Ma'am," greeted Cameron pleasantly, "I was told Dawn Summers lives in this area." She hadn't, but she had to say something. "Do you know which house is hers?"

"I don't know no Don Summers," said the old lady, "why do you want her for if you don't even know where she lives?"

"Thank you for your time." Said Cameron, without answering the woman's question, turned around and went on to the next house.

It had been about four days since John and Sarah Connor had sent her on this 'mission'. They had gotten some information that said Dawn Summers of Sunnydale was someone important in the future, and therefore was a threat to Skynet, and was to be targeted soon. They had sent Cameron to take care of whatever Skynet sent to kill Ms. Summers, which Cameron did agree was an important priority, but she believed they had had ulterior motives in sending her.

Cameron didn't think she should be away from John; her primary objective being to protect him at all cost. But the decision had been made without her input. John and his Mother were very capable of staying under the radar, and in fact Cameron had no idea where they currently were, which bothered her.

She had promised to take their orders, because they were beginning to question her loyalty, and that's how they tricked her into leaving them. They gave her a phone number, and told her to call it once the mission was complete, for further instructions. They had said to tell her their location was a security risk because there was a possibility that her chip would fall into enemy hands.

She understood that line of reasoning, but all the same Cameron got the impression they didn't want her around anymore. Cameron was a machine, and didn't feel things like 'resentfulness'. At least she didn't think she did. Ever since she had had damage to her chip some things were not as clear as they once were. But she defiantly did not approve of having her loyalty questioned, and sent away because of it.

She walked up the steps of the 168th home and rang the bell. After a moment a man of around 20 years of age answered the door.

"Whoa," he said, looking Cameron up and down, "to what do I owe this honour?" He was obviously trying to sound charming.

"Hello sir. I was told Dawn Summers lives in this area. Do you know which house is hers?" Cameron repeated for the 168th time.

"Dawn Summers? Nah, she doesn't live around here." He answered.

Putting on her most pleasant smile Cameron asked "You know Dawn?"

"Sure," said the man, deepening her voice to try to sound sexier or something, and failing, "we went to high school together. She was in my chemistry class."

"Can you tell me where she lives?" asked Cameron.

"I'm not sure, but I've seen her over on Beaman Street a few times."

This guy was defiantly attracted to Cameron, and Cameron estimated she could just about get whatever he knew from him easily enough. "You wouldn't happen to have a picture of her would you?" She asked, twirling a strand of her long brown hair with her finger, and smiling seductively.

The man's smile seemed to fade a little. "No, sorry, I..." he stopped abruptly, then "Wait! I have an old year book!" He excitedly said, "Her picture should be in that. Would that help?" This guy was eager to please indeed.

Cameron's eyes brightened and her smile grew bigger. "Yes! That would be a huge help!" She exclaimed in the bubbliest tone she had.

The man, with a sly look in his eye, said "You can have it. If. You'll go on a date with me tonight."

"Sure!" beamed Cameron.

The guy's eyes opened wide, surprised at her quickness to answer. "o...ok, I'll get the book for you." He stammered, then left and went inside the house. He returned a couple minutes later with a dusty book with a Sunnydale High insignia on the cover. He eagerly handed it over.

"Dawn Summers is in this?" asked Cameron.

"Yeah, defiantly." He answered.

"Thank you for your time." Said Cameron, her bubbly voice gone, and turned and walked down the front steps of the home.

"Hey, wait!" Called the guy, "I don't have your number or nothin'!"

Cameron ignored his shouts, walked across his lawn, then down the street to where she had parked her Motorcycle. She swung her leg over, and kick started the bike's ignition.

She opened the book and quickly flicked through the pages until she found the words 'Dawn Summers', which was accompanied by a photograph. Now she had her picture and the street she most likely lived on. This was a good start.

She closed the book and tucked it inside her tight leather jacket, did up the zipper so it wouldn't slip out, then put her helmet on.

It was time to look for Beaman Street.


In another part of Sunnydale, Sandra Mullen was just getting home from work. She threw her keys on the small table next to the door and hung up her long black jacket.

"Honey," She called to her husband, "I didn't pick up anything for dinner. I thought we could go out. Maybe to that new Italian place Ilene was telling us about?" She kicked off her heels, glad to be out of the uncomfortable shoes, and walked into the Kitchen where she expected to see her husband, who was usually sitting at the table reading the paper when she got home.

The kitchen was empty. "Doug, you home?" she shouted, so he'd be able to hear anywhere in the house, then to herself "that's strange." Thinking he might have fallen asleep watching TV, she walked into the living room, and was shocked to see a blonde woman sitting down to their computer desk, typing very quickly.

Sandra starred at the blonde, who seemed to be intently looking up public school records. She was wearing a white shirt and a red skirt that really didn't suit her, had piercing blue eyes and hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the type of body Sandra would have killed for.

The woman didn't even look up when Sandra had entered the room, which was very odd.

Sandra's attention on the strange woman was suddenly broken when she noticed what was on the floor next to the computer desk. Doug. His eyes were open, but they obviously didn't see anything, and all around him the gray carpet was stained a dark red.

Horrified, she leaned on the wall for support. Sandra was just about to vomit when some movement caught her eye. She looked up into the face of the blonde woman, who was suddenly standing in front of her, and for some reason Sandra thought 'her eyes look as dead as Doug's..."

Sandra opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She was in shock; she just stared into the beautiful monster's face.

For a moment the blonde stared right back at her, then she leaned her head to the side slightly to look past Sandra.

After a few seconds the blonde turned back to her and in an eerily casual tone, said "I like your coat."

Sandra, her mind in the depths of hysteria, didn't understand what the blonde was saying, and didn't have time to work it out. She felt the woman put both her hands on either side of her head, and didn't have the willpower to resist.

There was a loud crack, and Sandra Mullen knew no more.