Sarah

I sat down at the breakfast table and started eating my eggs. John and I's last fight had been forgotten and we were back together. John joined me at the table and we ate our food in silence.

Soon everyone was at the table; Marina and Eight looked distraught, Ella was about four now, Six looked bored and Nine looked terrified. We ate our eggs without a word, until Six spoke.

'I think our best chance of finding Ahmit will be to go to South Africa,' she said.

'But we don't even know if we'll find him there,' John countered.

'But there's nothing else we can do.'

John sighed. 'You're right. We should buy the tickets and go tomorrow.'

We all nodded and continued eating. After we ate our eggs, John and I went to our room and he took out this laptop that he had gotten from Lailah's house and started typing frantically on it. I didn't want to know the details of paying for air travel, so I curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

It was about an hour later when I woke up to the shaking of my shoulder. John was shaking me, telling me to get up.

'We're going to train now, come out,' he looked sad and like he was lacking sleep.

I got up and followed John outside. Across the motel was a field, the grass was yellow and dry and the only tree was a small shrub at the far end of the field. They all started to walk there, except for Nine. He just stood there, glancing around the field, like it was an enemy.

'Nine, c'mon. We have to train,' Six looked at the large boy with a wary expression.

Nine didn't respond, he just stood there looking...scared. Then he took a step toward it, looking straight at the field. Yet, his eyes were somewhere else-like he was having a mental battle with himself.

They continued walking and looked for a good spot to start.

'Let's do train like Wu did,' I suggested. 'We can divide into pairs.'

Everyone nodded. John split us into pairs and no-one objected. I was with Six, John and Eight, Marina and Sam, but Nine was left alone. Ella didn't fight.

John was clearly about to say something when we heard a weeping coming from the far end of the field. We all stopped. I looked and tried to see who it was, but the person was too far.

I started forward, but Marina was already in front of me. We all walked behind her until she stopped. She stopped in front of a woman crying at the end of the field.

The woman was holding her legs in a sort-of ball. She turned. My heart stopped. She was the splitting image of Lailah.