AN: I'm baaaack! Well, I only got one review, but it's better than nothing. However, I REALLY would appreciate it if you REVIEWED at the end of this chapter. It won't take long at all, I promise. Just type in if you think it's good or bad. Now, onto the story, where we find out that Daine's past isn't quite what we thought it was…

The image once again swirled, and this time she was in a She remembered some things. Like her name, family, and a very faint outline of her past. But other things slipped through her mind like water through a sieve. What had her mother done for a living? How were they economically? What had the mob been after anyways? She knew the answer, but it was like trying to pin down a shaft of sunlight. Every time she reached for it, it slipped out of her reach. Only recently, when that terrible man had laid eyes on her, did she remember a small part of her past. She remembered an image of him, sitting in an ornate wooden chair, regal as a king, cold eyes gazing down at her as she smirked. It had only flashed by in her mind for a split second, but it was enough. The memory was now branded into her mind forever.

All throughout the process of being taken outside and taken into a cab was a blur as she pondered that one memory. Once she arrived at Numair's house though, all thoughts were wiped straight from her mind. It was a big one, not overly so, but still huge. Instead of red bricks, it had white ones that shimmered subtly in the sun if you looked closely. In the middle of the curving driveway was a middle sized pond, with a miniature fountain inside. As they drew nearer, it loomed on top of them. (AN: Hehe. That's actually my old house. Anyone wanna buy it?) "Welcome to my humble abode." Numair gestured grandly, tipping an imaginary hat. She giggled at his antics, and jumped out of the cab as soon as it parked.

Producing a key from one pocket, Numair unlocked the fancy wooden door in the front of the house. She was even more amazed at the interior. Leaving her shoes, which were old and worn anyways, her feet made contact with cold, black marble. The inside was gigantic. Amazingly, there seemed to be a lack of doors on the main floor, with wide arches in the walls instead of doors. The only doors were to the two bedrooms and the kitchen. She was grinning widely as she took in her new home. "Like it?" Numair asked her.

Nodding, she proceeded to look into every nook and cranny of this interesting place while Numair watched her, chuckling. Every room had some oddity inside, a mark of Numair's scholarly-ness. One room contained a cloudy ball of red glass with stones inside it. "Volcanic." Numair explained. Another room had an array of fossils inside of it, apparently arranged in a timeline of sorts. A third room had a geode as tall as her hip… and so on. Finally, Numair took her outside to the porch. "I wanted to show you something."

The porch was also great. It was partially supported by three white columns, and overlooked the backyard, which was actually a golf course. From here, she could see a grapevine snaking up a arbor, its leaves a dark green. The sun was just beginning to set, turning the sky a rosy color, streaked with violet and orange. For a while, they just stood there in a companionable silence. Went the sun was almost gone, only a sliver of it left, Numair said quietly, "I hope you liked the house."

She looked at him, rolling her eyes. What do you think?

Chuckling again, he asked her, "Which room did you pick?"

Grabbing his hand, she led him quickly inside. They went to the main floor, and Daine pointed at the second room on the main floor, the first being his. This bedroom had a simple four poster canopy bed. The covers were a light blue, and the curtains were a translucent white. There was also a simple wardrobe and nightstand, along with a small closet and desk. "You sure?" He asked.

She nodded vigorously, looking at the room. In her opinion, it was perfect, offering just the right amount of privacy with a nice sense of openness with the window. He simply nodded, and went into his room, knowing that she wanted a bit of alone time. She got the small amount of clothes that Dr. Reed had bought for her, and showered, then changed into her pajamas, ready for her first night in more than a month out of the hospital.

But, things didn't exactly go the way she thought it would. When she turned off the lamp sitting on the nightstand, the darkness abruptly seemed stifling. Her ears seemed to pick up every little noise, and the rain pattering against the roof didn't help either. Tossing and turning, her sheets became tangled as she fell into a restless sleep, dappled with nonsensical phrases and odd images.

Hungry. They were so hungry. Staring at herself in the mirror, she was the image of unhealthiness. Her eyes were sunken deep inside of her head, and her hair was as brittle as straw. You could practically see every bone on her body. Sarra was even worse, giving most of the food to her, trying to stave off that gnawing sensation in Daine's belly. After Grandfather died, there simply wasn't enough food to going around, even with Sarra's two jobs. Her mother came over and stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry honey," She said, voice shaking, "I'm going looking for a new jobs."

The backround swirled and changed. This time, she was in an lavishly ornate room, kneeling respectfully.

She was healthier, and was actually full for once, but all that was ignored as she stared at the man sitting in that chair above her. He looked at her and she shivered under his gaze. "So," He began, voice rich, "You're Daine, the daughter of my new employee."

Scared, she just nodded her head silently. "I think we'll be great friends, Daine." He told her, smiling, the friendliness of his voice disarming.

This time, she was in the closet, eavesdropping.

"No," Sarra said stubbornly, "I won't."

"No?" Ozorne thundered, towering above her mother. "Sarra, I've explained this to you. I respect you, but in this business, once you work here, it's for life. And you will obey me."

"No." Sarra stood firmly.

He glared at her, eyes filled with malice. "Goodbye Sarra." He made it sound oddly as if it was a final goodbye, and stalked out.

She woke up with a gasp, feeling a cold sweat on her forehead.

AN: So did you like it? I know it's a bit short, but I also needed to get Daine moving over with. In the next chapter, you get your first glimpse at Daine's real past. As another side note, I will be leaving for a vacation in Turkey next Friday (March 23rd), and will get back on the 7th of April, so I won't be updating much in that time period.