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Finally, we'll get to know our other mystery guests.
Oh and don't mind the names, I ran out of inspiration. ^^'

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"A person who never makes mistakes never makes anything."
-Unknown-

Chapter four:

During the past 2 days, all Kaitlin got to do was drink, eat and rest, rest, rest. She couldn't stand the word any longer!
Finally, on the third day, she decided she'd rest more than enough… Kaitlin waits patiently until Lily makes her way out of her room.

After a last smile, like she always does, Lily walks out of the door.
Kaitlin waits another two minutes and then jumps out of the with starry print covered bed and stalks towards the closet she's been studying for quite some time now. Lily said her clothes were in there, so she opens the doors of the big wardrobe and is happy to find her clothes are indeed there.

After changing from the sickening, blue nightgown into her usual pink top and grey-brownish pleading skirt, she goes on a search for some shoes. She opens one of the drawers of the closet and is surprised to find a rayon of shoes with matching stockings.

Like someone
wanted me to find them, she thinks.

She picks out a pair of brown shoes and cream-colored panties.
Because it is December and most certainly cold outside, she pulls out a light pink jacket from the wardrobe and after checking herself in the mirror and being satisfied, she heads for the door.

In the corner of the room, she suddenly notices a small, pink make-up table. It even has a big mirror attached to it, heart shaped and containing small lights within the broad, pink framework. A feeling of nostalgic suddenly overcomes Kaitlin and before she knows it, she's already made her way to it.
She lovingly glides across the wooden surface with her fingertips. She opens one of the drawers and finds some jewels in it, a pink brush and… a pink hairclip with a little, red heart on it. She swallows slowly as she takes it and with slightly trembling hand, places it in her hair.

She stares at her reflection, until it suddenly blurs and she sees another girl stare back at her, with long red hair and pink eyes.
It only lasts a second, then it's gone again, but it's enough to make Kaitlin back away in fear and remove the clip again and place it back in the drawer. She holds her hand on the now closed drawer for some time, utterly confused, before releasing a sigh and heading for the door.

Relax, Kaitlin. You've had a long week and you're seeing things. Don't let it get to your head. You're gonna be fine.

After reassuring herself, Kaitlin releases a short breath of air and puts up a small smile when she leaves the room. She closes the pink door behind her.

I need some fresh air…

Tyler brushes his hair back with one hand and sighs. In his left hand he twirls his fierce red cap around, while his right hand stays behind on his chin.
A thoughtful look captivates his crimson eyes. All this time he'd been looking for this one special person, and now that he had seen her, held her, felt her soft skin and even smelled her scent, there was one question on his mind:

What if it's not her?

The hazelnut brown eyes are not even close to the cherry pink ones he remembers. The scent of honey does not even compare to the sweet scent of strawberry-blossom mix he faintly recalls. He can't get used to the loose, messy strands of hair instead of the neatly combed-out ponytail with the fierce red bow. miniskirts and loose shirts are nothing like her, and he knows.
Oh, he knows.

He does not know the girl in his dreams by name, nor can he remember having ever spoken to her. Yet he knows how her voice sounds (strong and sensual), he knows the look of her eyes in his (hard and full of knowledge) and he knows she knows him too. And that she's searching for him as well as he is for her. He just doesn't know why yet. That's one piece of the riddle the professor would reveal to him, once he found this mysterious girl. But now that he found a match, she was nothing like he expected her to be.

Yet he couldn't help but feel a little impressed by the strength that the girl let out.
Maybe she really was…

Tyler is snapped out of his thoughts when he hears a rumor on the aisle.
It's still early and the greens were certainly still in bed. The blues were up, but Boomer probably went for his morning walk and Bubbles was out in the kitchen, helping the professor, just like every morning. Then it could only be one person.

Tyler jumps off of his bed and rushes to his door, hearing disappearing footsteps. He sneaks out of his room and is just in time to see a flash of long, red hair disappear around the corner. He instantly follows, adjusting his cap back on his head in the process.
He nearly lost her track in the other aisle, but guessed right by thinking she would go to the garden. And so, he hears the backdoor click and with a small smug, opens the door as well, following her into the dark night.


Kaitlin watches the little cloud her hot breath makes against the cold night sky. She rubs her arms, feeling the cold seep through the jacket.
Little snowflakes make their way down, melting instantly when they make touch with the underground. The cold makes her forget about the past days, the stuffy room, the cracking bed and she instantly detests the time she would have to go back there.
She stares up at the stars and remembers the nights she'd spent with her uncle under this same starry sky. Her grip around the sleeves of the comfy jacket tightens when she thinks about her family.

"Cold, aren't you?"
Kaitlin turns around with a jolt to come face to face with the intruder.
Stepping onto the terrace comes the redheaded boy who saved her the other day, a small smirk gracing his lips and his fierce red eyes resting on her.

She smiles softly and turns back around, "I'm not trying to run away, if that's what you think."
"I never said such thing," he suddenly stands next to her.
From the corner of her eye, she watches him gaze into the distance.

"Aren't you cold?" she asks.
He chuckles, "Nope. I'm never cold."
She turns to him, a sarcastic tone gracing her voice, "Really now? That would be rather odd, seeing how every human being experiences feelings such as cold."
He turns his head and stares into her eyes, "Maybe I'm not human."
Her mouth forms a thin line and she slowly turns back to stare in the distance, feeling his gaze on her.

"…I'm always cold."
The boy blinks at this.
She looks at him from the corner of her eye, waiting his reaction.

He slowly turns back and nods, "Uh-huh… yeah, I know that feeling."
"Cold?"
He laughs, "No. Feeling..special."
"Special?"

He looks back at the girl, noticing she's now standing a little closer and her brown eyes look at him curiously, the light of the stars making them shimmer in the night.
A feeling of recognition suddenly tugs at his heart. He wants to hold the girl tight, embrace her, but he ignores the feeling and instead balls his hands into fists.

"Yeah, special," he nods slowly, staring into her eyes, "We're all kinda special here."
She raises an eyebrow, demanding him for further explanation.
He blows a small streak of hair out of his sight and then focuses on her again, "In here, there's six of us, who are special. The guy you met back when we saved you-"
"For which I wanted to thank you!"
"-was Jacob", he continues with a slight nod, acknowledging her thankfulness, and then continues, "Then there's Lily, Amber and Kyle. You'll get to meet them soon. I guess we're all kind of special here. Jacob gets a lot of headaches. Lily gets along with animals extremely well, like she understands them. Amber and Kyle both have a fierce temper and when they're mad, something always gets blown up."

"And you're never cold," Kaitlin completes.
The boy replies, "You're special too. You're always cold."

The girl frowns and turns back to face the building she came out.
"I'm not special. There is no such thing as specialness. There's only good and bad and when you're special, you're neither good nor bad. You don't belong anywhere."
Tyler blinks then frowns at this.

Without saying anything further, the girl starts walking back to the door.
Tyler's not going to let her walk away that easily though, so he roughly grabs her wrist and pulls her back.
Kaitlin gasps at the sudden touch and turns around scowling, "Let go of me!"

Tyler smirks, and pulls her even closer, making her scowl even harder.
"No, not until you explain your statement to me," he says, smirking at her, their faces only a few inches away. She rolls her eyes, which strikes him with a painful memory, and says, "God, what does it even matter to you? I don't know if you noticed, but specialpeople don't exactly make it in life. If special people utter their ideas, everyone thinks they're crazy. They're outcasts! So don't tell me what's so great about being special."

Tyler has been listening intently and taking in every word she says.
Then his smirk reappears, "So you really think you're not special, huh? Well, let me tell you something. Normal people usually don't get abducted by alien life forms. They don't get shot at and they certainly don't survive such an amount of anesthetic."

The girl's eyes widen at this.
Tyler finally releases her and crosses his arms, smirking, "So prove to me that you're not special."

She watches him for a moment, an icy look in her eyes, feeling her anger rise. She glares into his eyes.
A smirk makes those red orbs twinkle with pleasure, knowing he would win this little duel.
Yet for one short second, she recognizes the playfulness in them, the small spark of sympathy and she instantly lowers her glare to replace it with a confused stare.
Now I remember! Those eyes…they're the ones from my dream!

Of course Tyler notices the change in attitude and he cocks an eyebrow at the perplexed girl in front of him.
"You okay?" he asks.
Suddenly, she smiles. He's never seen her smile before.
It kinda takes him off guard.

Then she nods, "You're right, I can't…"
Hearing this, Tyler can't suppress a triumphant smirk.
"I better get back inside now," she remarks, turning around and walking away, "The name's Kaitlin, by the way."
"Tyler" he shouts after her, still smirking.
She waves a hand at him and then the door clicks shut.

Tyler suddenly feels lonely. He turns back around to face the mountains again and stuffs his hands deep inside the pockets of his jeans.
Looking up at the starry sky once more, he mumbles quietly, "Where are you…?"


Sandra Keane peers through the kitchen window. The rain gushes down the transparent surface, forming little streams of water.
The sound of Lily's happy humming fades as her mind wanders off.

Finally, finally, John has found the last of their lost children and now the eldest of them didn't respond anymore to the signal that they used to find her.
One time, the redheaded girl with brown eyes had responded to the electro waves of the radar, that scanned for chemical X-radiation. And that's it. One time, just ONE time it had occurred, rising everyone's hope and then it died.
So the question remained if this girl indeed was the long lost sister they all were looking for.

Sandra honestly didn't know. She was worried, for John.
One day, he would come into their room cheering, saying that it couldn't be any other than HER. The other day, he would come around completely down, at the verge of crying, mumbling that the lack of signal only means their hopes are futile. It worried her to no end.
She had never seen her husband like that, ever since the girls passed away, she hadn't seen him smile like he'd smiled before. An honest, warm smile. Now it was merely a mask to cover up his feelings towards the outdoor world.
She honestly hoped that this girl indeed was the last of the famous tripling.

Sandra softly places one hand on the cold window and whispers, "Please, please let it be true. Please let her be…Blossom."


The moment's there.
She's finally going to meet the other residents of the house, from which the location still is a mystery to her.
Finally some answers.

Kaitlin takes a deep breath and then opens the cream-colored kitchen door and walks in, taking large steps, certain to make her entrance a memorial one.
The moment the door swings open, three pairs of eyes stare at her.

"Kaitlin!" Lily squeaks, "What are you doing up? You should be resting!"
"I've had more than enough rest, thank you," Kaitlin gives her a quick, stern look, making the blonde know she isn't in the mood for nursery.

"Good morning, dear," the dark-haired woman with crystal blue eyes smiles warmly, holding a towel and a wet plate in her hands, obviously busy doing the dishes, "it's good to see you're up again. My name's Sandra Keane, but please call me Sandra."

The third person is none other than the strange professor she'd seen but only once and who told her his name was John Utonium.
"Please, enough with the small talk," Kaitlin comes straight to the point, "I've been attacked by aliens, I couldn't get up for days, I'm far away from home and don't know if my family and friends are okay and what else not! It's time for some answers! Someone better starts talking now!"

At this point, the redhead is starting to get pretty pissed as she recalls the situation she is in.

"Woah, good morning," a raspy voice suddenly sounds from behind Kaitlin, "She's got quite a temper, eh? I like that!"

Kaitlin spins around and comes face-to-face with a messy looking, raven-haired teenage girl with the brightest green eyes Kaitlin's ever seen.
The girl, still dressed in night suite, scratches her head and holds out her right hand, expecting Kaitlin to shake it.
"Name's Amber," the green-eyed girl says while she gives Kaitlin a remarkably strong handshake.
"Kaitlin," she mutters back.
Amber nods and then shambles over to the kitchen table, plumps down and immediately demands for pancakes.

"Yes, well, to come back to our topic," John says as he places a plate of pancakes before the girl in green, who eagerly starts digging down the food, "I will explain everything to you once the others are here. But first, you should have breakfast. There's plenty enough, so please, join us."

And so, after a quick moment of reconsider but giving into the feeling of an empty stomach, Kaitlin takes a seat next to the black-haired girl.
Lily soon plumps down beside her, lalala-ing happily as she does so.

Not long after, a boy with blonde hair and deep-blue eyes comes in, which she assumed to be Jacob, following her experience, plus the information she got from the boy named Tyler. That last one joins them a short time after Jacob arrived.

Sitting all together, the only ones talking being the two blondes, reminds John silently of the good old days.
From the corner of his eye, he keeps watching the red-haired girl while she slowly munches on her pancake: to him, she looks more and more like his beloved lost one.


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