Hey guys! So, I had my music practical on Thursday and I think it went really well. Well, I hope it did anyway. :P A huge thank you to all who reviewed.

But I Have Promises To Keep: Thank you! :D

mozzi-girl: I'm so glad you like it. I hope you like this chapter too.

buddyspeed: Thanks for pointing out the dead/deceased thing. You're probably right about that. :) Thanks very much for the review.

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And as a side note, I hope Alex doesn't seem OOC in this... Please tell me if he is. I think he might be when speaking to Blaise but I'm not sure...

Amy and Ken had talked for nearly an hour when Amy's phone rang.

She reluctantly answered. "Hello." The woman on the other side of the phone sounded cheerful and upbeat. "Ms. Chen?"

"That's me." Amy replied as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair somewhat resembled a bird's nest with bits sticking up in random places. "Is everything ok?" She asked as she tried in vain to smooth her ruffled hair.

"I'm just ringing to tell you that your apartment window has been repaired. You're free to return at any time you wish."

"Oh. Thank you." Amy hadn't expected the window to be fixed for at least a few more days. At least she'd hoped it wouldn't. She had been dreading the thought of moving back into the apartment where Ken had fallen to his death. The memories would have suffocated her.

She glanced back at Ken. He was sitting upright, watching Amy intently. If he really was a ghost and not just a figment of Amy's imagination, perhaps she might be able to breath after all.

"You think-" Blaise started.

"It's targeting Amy?" Mal finished incredulously.

"What makes you think that?" Natara asked, scanning her copy of the e-mail.

Alex shrugged. "I have my reasons. You all know Amy's bi-racial."

There was nods with one "No." from Blaise.

"She's half-Korean, half-Chinese." Mal explained quickly.

"May I use your computer?" Alex asked Maria.

"Of course."

Alex crossed the room and started working at the computer with a speed they had only ever seen Amy possess. Images and and pages flashed across the screen at an impossible rate, until finally, Alex turned the screen around so the room's occupants could see.

It was a website with a large banner written in blue and gold writing.

"Down with mutts." Natara read, shock colouring her tone of voice. "Half-breeds are impure. Let's make our world a cleaner place."

"This site was set up about 3 years ago." Alex explained. "Amy saw an ad for it when she was researching a project." He paused to click open a new window. This one was a screen of illegible, tiny black font. "This is what Project Acetone started as. It's a hacking programme that designed to literraly dissolve any coding it comes in contact with."

"And how is that connected with the site?" Blaise asked. "You're not making any sense. Either that or I'm going stupid."

Alex stared at her for a second. "I do apologize if I'm wrong Detective Corso, but I don't think you have much intelligence left to lose. As I was saying, this programme is somewhat similar to an incredibly destructive virus. It does have a few major differences however, which I'll not elaborate on now as they're not important." He paused. "Amy
developed Acetone and used it on 'Down with Mutts'."

Alex opened the final window, another website this time. "She also started this website along with a group of people who held an interest in the whole thing."

This website was the total opposite of 'Down with Mutts'. The title at the top read 'Mixed and Proud' and was written in thick, multicolored letters.

As Mal stared at the screen, glancing over the photos displayed there, he had a sudden, nasty feeling as to where this whole thing was going.

Amy's apartment was cold when she entered. Everything looked tidy and there was nothing she could see that had been disturbed. The window had been restored to it's previous, unbroken state and the sunlight streamed through as the glass revealed a view of the city.

"They did a good job." Ken commented from behind her.

Amy didn't respond. Instead, she tossed her car keys onto the small table beside the door and turned the thermostat up so she wouldn't freeze to death inside her own apartment.

Her phone beeped as it came into connection with her wi-fi, downloading all the e-mails she had missed while in the hotel. Amy ignored them, instead leaving her phone on the table beside her keys

In a week's time, she would be wishing that she had bothered to read those e-mails.