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I have one week of school left until summer! Woo hoo! What about you?

After they packed up their things and check out of the motel, they began the long journey to Yellow Springs, Ohio. Lucy, admittedly, slept half of the way, ultimately dying of boredom.

"How many hours to go?" She muttered as they pulled into a rest stop to stretch their legs.

"About three," he admitted, getting out and pumping the car full of gas. "Could you go in and pay for the gas? You can grab something to eat while you're in there."

"Thanks for the permission," she chuckled at him. Lucy took the credit card Sam held out for her and began her way to the store, only stopping to ask if Sam wanted anything.

"Eh, surprise me," he finally decided, after concluding that he was hungry but had no idea what he wanted to eat.

"You got it." The store was quaint in size but the shelves were filled to the brim with things to purchase. After she grabbed two water bottles and two muffins for Sam and herself, she took her place in the one man line for the counter. Behind the counter was a young, twenty-something man in a cutoff t-shirt and ripped jeans who expressed a keen interest in Lucy once she got to the counter.

"Hello. Will this be all?"

"Actually, I'm also paying for the gas at pump number two," she told the guy. He looked at his monitor and whistled.

"Wow, is that a '67 Grand Torino?"

"No, it's an Impala." His eyes widened with understanding and he nodded, maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with Lucy as he scanned her items.

"That is a cherry ride if I do may say so."

"I'm sure the owner would be flattered if he could hear you now," Lucy told him.

"Oh? Where's he?"

"He was a friend of mine, but he," she thought about what to say for a moment, "he died a little while ago."

"I'm sorry."

"Thanks," Lucy said sadly. It was the truth. He had died, in a way. But she chose to leave out the part about them going on a mission to bring him back from the dead.

"You know, you look really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" Lucy shrugged.

"I don't know. Where would we have met?"

"Um, are you from around here?"

"Not at all. I'm from Michigan. Just road-tripping." He took another minute to think.

"Then I don't know- wait. What's your name?" She was hesitant, but answered his question.

"Lucy."

"Lucy Kain?" He seemed so excited about meeting her that it freaked her out a bit.

"Uh, yeah. How do you know me?" But instead of answering her question, he just went on and on about all the things he knew about her.

"And I was just so excited when my sister told us she was going to go to the University of Michigan! I mean, my parents hated the idea because they were Ohio State fans, but I was so pumped that she was going to go to the same school as you! You were the hugest impact on my adolescence, you have no idea. You are my idol. I love you! I had a Lucy Kain action figure specially made-"

"Whoa, slow your role a minute. Who are you?"

"My name is Isaiah Jacobs and I'm the president of your fan club."

"My what?"

"The Lucy Kain Fan Association or the LKFA. We are a group of warm hearted people who were drawn together by the sadness of your story. We were captivated with you when we read the story in the newspaper, and followed it until the end, where they found out that you weren't crazy and that you had actually been kidnapped buy your psycho stalker, whose name they didn't release to the public, which was a major inconvenience, BTW. It was like death on the internet when we found out that your mother left you after all of that- I mean just up and left. What kind of a mother does that?" She would have been more offended by that retort about her mother if she hadn't gotten the sinking suspicion that Isaiah was fishing for something. But she was also overwhelmed but the sudden information that she had a fan club. What kind of people would spend their lives obsessing over me?

"I have a fan club?" Isaiah laughed at her, and instead of answering with words, he pulled out his phone and showed her the website. Sure enough, it was all about her. Although, she could tell why he didn't quite recognize her at first. The only pictures they had were of the night she had been found and other times throughout her fourteenth year. She had grown up a lot since then, being a now adult twenty-year-old.

"Wow," she whispered. "That's weird. I mean, I know weird, and this is weird. Not bad weird," she assured Isaiah, not wanting to offend him, "but kind of unheard of for me. You spent your childhood obsessing over me?"

"I was only a few years older than you," he explained. "And although I was two states away, it could have happened to anyone, including me." I nodded, although I did not understand. His fascination was confusing. But there was something that I wanted to see.

"You said you had a specially made action figure?" He nodded.

"You want to see it, don't you?"

"Very much, yes." He closed out of the internet window on his phone and pulled up his photo gallery, scrolling through until he found a good picture of it.

"There you are, miniature and doll-shaped." Lucy gasped. It was a terrifyingly accurate likeness of her.

"That is..."

"A thing of beauty? I know." Lucy was speechless. "Do you think I could get my picture taken with you? For the fan club, of course. The fans deserve to recognize you, don't they?"

"Sure, I guess." She walked cautiously behind the counter and leaned in for the photograph. When it was done, she returned to her place behind the counter. He stood there, staring at her. "I still have things to purchase," she told him, wanting to end their exchange.

"Right! Sorry!" He slid the card she handed him and gave her the receipt, along with a bag filled with water and muffins. "It was epic meeting you. Have a lovely day, Lucy!"

"You too, Isaiah," she waved, but remembered something before she got out the door. "Oh, when you were talking about my mother, you were fishing for information. What did you want to know?"

"I wanted to know if your mom actually left you. I know that's what you told the cops and everything, but, I just find it hard to believe."

"What's your theory, then?"

"I think that your stalker took her to settle some score. Her instead of you. Am I right?" Lucy thought about it. He was right. He was spot on. But, as much as she wanted to confirm his story, to get it all out there- No one can know. No one can ever know. That's the promise I made to myself. I am not breaking it now.

"She left me," she told him, "plain and simple. I went to live with my friend-"

"Marie Olivera," Isaiah interrupted.

"-and I never heard from her again. But, if that wasn't the case, and your story was the truth, I'd be the most grateful daughter on the planet, to have a mother that, despite all of her flaws and all of the mistakes she's made, would sacrifice herself for me. Goodbye, Isaiah."

"I hope I see you again, Lucy," he told her as she left. When she got back to the car, she sat down on the seat, and sighed in exhaustion.

"What took you so long?" Sam asked, more amused than frustrated.

"I do not want to talk about it right now," she told him. "But, I got some water bottles and muffins!"

"What kind?"

"Blueberry for myself, and bran for you!" Sam's face went from intrigued to disgusted. "What, you don't like bran?"

"Uh..."

"Sam, I'm messing with you. I got you a blueberry muffin, too."

"You're funny," Sam said with a straight face. "And thanks for going in. We've still got a bit of a drive ahead of us, but most of it is behind us." Instead of saying anything, Lucy leaned in and kissed Sam. "What was that for?" He asked when she leaned back out and began to tear at her muffin.

"I needed some comfort. It turns out that I have a fandom."

"A what?"

"A fandom, a fan base all about me. And that guy in the gas station? He was the president of the fan website. I mean, who the hell wants to spend their time on a website about me? The girl who had a stalker and a mom that died and... And was the soldier in an apocalyptic war."

"You have to admit, your life is pretty exciting!" She laughed, despite herself. "And you meet some pretty cool guys along the way."

"That much," she said, kissing him again, "is true, at least."

REVIEW! Okay, this turned into a filler chapter. I totally intended on having the Djinn in this chapter, but then Isaiah popped out of my head and the whole fan club thing, and it got really out of hand. So, thanks for tagging on for that. I hope you enjoyed it! Please, please, please review for me.