"...And that is where babies come from." Mrs. Ketchum said finishing her explanation. The black haired woman who leaned against the door turned her head and covered her mouth, but it wasn't enough to hide her giggles.

"I'm sorry, It's just the look on Emmy's face is priceless." Rachel explained as the two women turned their attention to the frail looking girl in the bed who sported a bright red blush as her mouth hung open in shock and disgust.

Emily sat up leaning against the pillows for support as her brain worked overtime to process all this new information. Every month? For five days? I'm going to…? Her left her eye twitched in disgust. I swear if they say the word "hormones" one more time so help me…

"This is a tampon." Mrs. Ketchum said taking it out of the wrapper and holding up the plastic applicator to show her. Emily's eyes nearly popped out of her head once Mrs. Ketchum began pushing at the bottom as more material began coming out. Emily squirmed uncomfortably. No no no she thought as she remembered the last thing that was inserted in her body.

"You are not shoving that up my butt!" Emily yelled taking her hands and sliding them underneath herself protectively. The two women stared at her for a moment before Rachel lost all attempts at concealing her amusement at the young girls plight.

"No, honey." Rachel said after finally getting herself under control as she sat on the edge of the bed. "That's not like an enema; that doesn't go in your butt. It goes up your…" Emily's eye twitched again. Like that's any better, she thought looking away as she hugged the heating pad closer to her stomach. "I think she's had enough for one day." Rachel said staring at the girls overwhelmed expressions. "We'll save part two for some other time." She said standing up from the bed and making her way over to the door.

"There's a part two!?" Emily blurted out. "What's part two?"

"Sex." Both Rachel and Mrs. Ketchum answered simultaneously giggling while Emily groaned and cried uncle.

"If you ever have any questions please don't hesitate to come to either Rachel or I." Mrs. Ketchum said sitting on the bed. "Normally when girls first get their period they are out traveling with their pokemon so Pokemon Centers usually offer classes to answer any questions."

"Mandatory attendance once a girl turns 11." Rachel added. "They are automatically added to the registration of the next available class and are unable to check in to the pokemon center until they've completed the course taught by Nurse Joy. Being on the road wouldn't have saved you from this, kiddo. Only difference is you get a private tutor."

"Yay me." Emily said sarcastically as she held the hot pad tightly against her stomach as another wave of cramps hit.

"You know what will help those cramps?" Mrs Ketchum said.

"Being ten again?" Emily said.

"Moving. C'mon, sit up and do your exercises." Mrs. Ketchum said as she pulled off Emily's blankets.

"I-I changed my mind; tell me about sex." Emily said un-moving.

"Nice try, it's time to move." Mrs. Ketchum said as she walked her daughter through the various leg exercises as Emily whimpered and groaned in pain with each one. "Don't worry. It will get easier." Mrs. Ketchum said. "Now i'll make you a deal; if you can walk to the living room i'll let you play your game some more." Mrs. Ketchum was a little surprised when Emily shook her head no, but figured she just wasn't feeling well from starting.

"Would you carry me?" Emily asked.

"No, Emmy, you need to start walking more." Mrs. Ketchum said.

"But it hurts." Emily whined when she realized her mom wasn't going to budge. "I'll just stay here then."

"Anything you need? Some water?"

"Potty." Emily asked with a blush. "Can you bring it in here?"

"No, you're close enough to the bathroom to walk. Actually i'm going to get rid of it; you're doing much better now. You should be able to walk to the bathroom if we hold your hand."

"But I don't always make it when I walk." Emily admitted with a blush.

"Then we'll keep you in pull-ups for a little while longer until you can, but I better see you making an effort. I understand if you wet from walking, doing exercises, or if you can't make it through the night, but If I find out your wet from playing video games I won't hesitate to take it away." Mrs. Ketchum threatened. Emily just nodded her head looking away. "Did you need to go potty now?" She asked as Emily shook her head no biting her lip anxiously. "Alright, well if you do, just yell. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you."

Emily laid back in bed trying to think of what to do. In truth she did need to go quite badly as her stomach churned from the little bits of the shake that had managed to make it into her stomach. What could she do though? They wouldn't carry her or give her her potty. Her pain level while putting even the slightest bit of weight down on her leg was well past a 10. How could they expect her to walk all the way down the hall? Emily's stomach rumbled again telling her she would need to decide soon. She could either call for help and try and walk like she was supposed to and mess from the pain or purposefully mess her pull-up now and deal with the consequences that were sure to follow. Another cramp decided for her as she lifted herself up and began pushing as she strained her face while quietly grunting.

"I brought you a glass of water." Mrs. Ketchum started to say but froze when her nose caught whiff of the familiar smell and saw the look of deep concentration on her daughter's face who seemed oblivious of her mother's presence in the room. "EMILY KETCHUM!" she yelled when she immediately recognized what her daughter was doing.

"What is it?" Rachel asked concerned as she came to the doorway and froze when her nose came in contact with the smell.

"I-I''m sorry...it-it was an accident." Emily sobbed knowing she was in trouble.

"That was no accident! I just asked you five minutes ago if you needed to go and you said no." Mrs. Ketchum said angrily. "Did you think I would just change you and comfort you like I did when you couldn't walk?" she yelled as Emily continued to cry. "Well guess what? I'm not. You can sit in your mess and think about what you've done and maybe next time you'll think twice about being too lazy to get up."

"Delia!" Rachel said with a scowl before sighing and approaching Emily as she wrapped her in a hug. "Shh, it's okay. I'll change you. Just go ahead and finish." she said after inspecting the pull-up and noticing there was only a small amount.

"I am trying to teach my daughter a lesson!" Mrs. Ketchum yelled at Rachel.

"What lesson!? This has nothing to do with her being lazy!" Rachel yelled back letting go of Emily.

"A word, Rachel." Mrs. Ketchum growled pointing outside.

"Go ahead and go." Rachel said softly to Emily who sat on the bed whimpering holding her stomach. "I'll come back and change you I promise."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Delia demanded at the younger black haired woman once they were in the kitchen. "Don't you dare contradict me in front of my daughter again."

"I'm doing what needs to be done! Can't you tell something's not right?" Rachel shot back. "She's my daughter too!"

"NO SHE'S NOT! SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!" Delia yelled. "You may have given birth to her, but you signed away any right to call her your daughter. You didn't want her then; stop pretending you do now. "

"I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED HER!" Rachel yelled back as tears of hurt and anger began pouring down her face.

"Which is why you took those pills to miscarriage, right?" Delia shot back but was soon met by a hard slap to the face.

"...You know I purposely threw those pills back up as soon as I swallowed them. Now you either get your daughter cleaned up and take her back to the dr. or I will." Rachel said glaring. "Emily just shit herself on purpose because she's in too much pain to even walk across the hall. Something is not right! When has she ever willingly done that even when you encouraged her too? Call me when you get the results." Rachel said walking out the front door and slamming it behind her.

Delia stood in place for a minute seething as a million swear words raced through her mind. Eventually she sighed and unclenched her fists as she heard her daughter crying from her bedroom. Once she had rid herself of her anger she sighed again as she leaned against the doorway watching Emily sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow as she curled herself in a ball on her bed. Perhaps Rachel was right after all; maybe there was something more to this than the Dr. thought. Emily hated soiling herself whether it be a wet or messy accident. Why did it seem like she was suddenly taking a step back now that she was given the independence she had so desperately craved a month ago? She knew she was in pain, but Emily would always fight to have her way. Was Emily truly in so much pain that she had given up on the thing that she desired most? This was all so confusing.

Delia sat on the edge of her daughter's bed and placed a hand on Emily's trembling back that shook from her deep sobs.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Emily moaned again and again.

"I know you are, sweetie, and I'm sorry too." Delia said as she tried her best to ignore the smell and curled up with her daughter holding her close until she had calmed down enough to talk. "Why did you do that, honey?"

"Tummy hurt." Emily said shrugging without taking her head out of her pillow.

"Why didn't you just tell me you had to go like you were supposed to?" Delia asked as she got up to get Emily's changing supplies out of the closet. This would be the test to see if there was really something more to this than she thought. The Emily she knew would drag herself barefoot through a desert if it meant not being put back in diapers and treated like a child.

"You were going to make me walk." Emily mumbled.

"I'm going to give you a choice, Emily." Delia said as she dropped what she needed onto the bed before laying out the changing pad. "You can stay in panties and trainers and I will treat you like an adult. No more bottles, no pacifiers, no diapers. I will help you into the bath, but then I will leave so you can wash yourself in privacy." Delia went on. She knew it was everything Emily had been craving in one sentence. "All you have to do is walk to the bathroom when you need it. I will be there to help you of course so you don't fall, but that's it. If you have an accident on the way; that's okay. I will know you tried." She explained as she motioned for Emily to lay down on the pad. "Or I can put you back in a diaper right now and I won't make you walk. I will also not carry you to the bathroom or let you use the potty. You will also be bottle fed, bathed, changed, fed and given a pacifier to suck on during naps. It's your choice, Emmy." Mrs. Ketchum said as she cleaned the mess off of her before pulling off the soiled trainer and throwing it away. "What do you want?" She asked holding up a trainer in one hand and a diaper in the other feeling rather proud of herself for coming up with this. Emily valued independence and dignity above all else and there was no way a little bit of pain was going to keep her from that now that it was wrapped in a package and presented to her with a bow on top. It was such an easy fix; why hadn't she thought of this before? All Emily needed was the right motivation and-."

"The diaper." Emily said quietly with fresh tears streaming down her face. Mrs. Ketchum stood in shock as she tried to process her daughter's choice. This wasn't like her at all. Rachel was right; something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Without a word Mrs. Ketchum unfolded the plastic garment, slid it under Emily, powdered her, and taped it shut before going to her closet to grab her an outfit.

"I'll help you get dressed, Emmy, and then we are going to the Dr."

….

The two and a half women stared wide eyed and mouths agape once the Dr. held up the X-ray of Emily's leg.

"I can't say I've ever seen a fracture quite like this." He said waving his hand through his short gray hair. "As you can see, a Raticate fang is completely lodged into Emily's femur piercing through."

"Oh, Emmy." Delia whispered as she stared at the results.

"As you can see this is not a behavioural problem. She will need surgery right away to remove the fang that has been supplying her body with poison. I'm confident once it's removed you will see a drastic change in your daughter's health. The procedure will be very simple. I will simply go in and remove the fang and patch up the bone with a filler." The Dr. explained. "We should proceed right away. I'll let you talk amongst yourselves." he said rising from his chair and exiting the examination room.

"With that in her leg it's no wonder Emmy wouldn't get up." Rachel said.

"How did no one notice an entire fang in her leg?" Delia asked.

"It was probably hidden in all the swelling." Rachel said.

"He's not going to-to cut my leg off is he?" Emmy asked nervously from her spot on the examination table wearing nothing but a thick, white diaper.

"No, honey, it sounds like it will be a pretty simple procedure. It's a really good thing we found this." Delia said. "The sooner you get this done the sooner your leg will stop hurting. Since this is the cause of all the poison, as soon as we take it out you won't have to drink anymore of those shakes."

"I'm ready; cut me open!" Emily said at the thought of getting to eat real food again.

…..

Delia and Rachel sat in the waiting room nervously watching the hours tick by. This was supposed to be such a simple procedure; what was taking so long? Finally the silence between them was too much to bear as Mrs. Ketchum finally spoke up.

"Rachel, I owe you an apology." Delia mumbled looking ahead at the vending machines. "I never should have said those things. I never would have thought something more was going on if you hadn't brought it up. I gave her a choice between walking to the bathroom and being treated like an adult or staying in diapers and being treated like a young child. When she chose the diapers, I knew something was wrong."

"I'm sorry too." Rachel said after a moment of silence letting her friends words sink in. "Emily only needs one mom and that's you."

"After you gave birth your plan was to return to school, wasn't it?" Mrs. Ketchum asked as Rachel nodded. "Why didn't you?"

"I just couldn't leave Emmy." Rachel finally answered after a full minute of silence as she wrung her hands together. "Giving those two away was the hardest thing i've ever done, but what could I do? I was only 17 and alone. They came and took Amy right away, but you were busy with the restaurant for the first week before you took Emmy. I had already bonded with her and then...she was gone." Rachel said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know." Delia said as she wrapped an arm around her younger friend. "Thank you for all of your help with Emmy; I really couldn't have handled this by myself. If only there was some way I cou-" she started but was cut off by the sudden opening of the door as the Dr. appeared. They knew right away something wasn't right. His eyes appeared hollow and sunken in mixed with a look of utter shock. "How is she, is she okay?" Delia asked as she rose to her feet but stopped when the Dr. shook his head.

"I'm sorry." He said in a lifeless tone. "She's dead."

…..

Rachel stared in shock at the lifeless body of her daughter lying on the operating table. This couldn't be happening! Dried blood had crusted leaving a trail down the side of her mouth as her hollow empty eyes looked up at her. Rachel stood frozen to the spot in complete denial of what she was witnessing. How did this happen? Wasn't this just supposed to be a routine procedure? How could she have died from a operation on her leg? Finally she moved forward as she slowly held the girls hand in hers as the first of many sobs finally broke free.

"Emmy." she croaked as tears filled her burning eyes before freely falling in copious amounts down the woman's face. "I-I never got to tell you just how much I love you, baby girl." Rachel whimpered. "I always wondered if I made the right decision giving you up. Would things have been different if I kept you? Would you have been happy?" Rachel asked until she was unable to keep her sobbing in as she leaned over the the shell of the daughter she never had and began bawling until the Dr. escorted her out to the waiting room where she immediately threw her arms around Delia and the two women cried together.

…...

The Dr. let the two women be as he returned to the operating room and gazed down at the naked lifeless girl on the table. What had he done? How could he have been so stupid? It should have been so easy, all he had to do was take it out. Everything was going according to plan until he had gripped to fang to pull it out and as he removed it; a large amount of poison was squeezed out of the tip and entered the girls blood stream. The next thing he knew she was coughing up blood and having a grand mal seizure...and then she was still. In the blink of an eye she was gone just like that. He heaved a huge sigh as he covered the girl with a sheet and began wheeling her out to the morgue. He stopped when he heard a commotion outside as he abandoned the table and went to see what the matter was.

"Dr!" Professor Oak yelled passing the two distraught women. "Dr. Are you there?"

"Yes, what is it?" The Dr said poking his head out the door.

"We need your help! There's been a terrible crash along Route one!" Professor Oak said before he noticed his granddaughter in the seat a few feet away. "Dai-I mean Rachel, you're going to want to see this." he said before opening the door and waiting for the Dr. to follow with his bag.

Rachel stared numbly at the overturned vehicle that laid in the ditch. She felt no emotion as she stared at the wreckage having no more sorrow to spare for its victims. That was until The Dr. opened the side of the car door and carried the unconscious girl in his arms. Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it; it-it couldn't be. The black haired girl very slowly opened her green eyes as she was carried in the Dr.s arms as she squinted up at the woman with tears in her eyes. "Do you think it's really?" He began until he was suddenly met with Rachel forcefully removing the girl from his grip. Rachel held the eleven year old girl in her arms and rested her head on her shoulder as she whispered and rocked her as one would a small child.

"It's going to be ok; you're ok." Rachel said over and over sobbing as the girl clutched her and cried.

"She's the only survivor." the Dr. said to Professor Oak as he winced at the carnage inside. "The mother was killed from a head wound. There's another girl in the back, but I can't get to her. I've tried calling out to her, but she's not responding. There's blood all over her; I don't think she made it. We'll take the girl to my office and give her an exam and call Officer Jenny from Viridian. They'll handle the bodies."

Rachel rushed the girl inside the clinic and took a seat in the lobby holding her in her arms as she let the poor thing cry into her shoulder as Rachel gently rubbed her back as she waited for the men to catch up. It had to be a coincidence Rachel thought. I'm sure there's lots of girls with black hair and green eyes that look like Emmy the logical part of her brain told her until a sudden sensation of warm liquid pooling over her legs caught her attention. The girl in her arms opened her eyes in shock as she wiggled around jamming a hand into her crotch to stop the flow as she whimpered. Rachel looked down to inspect the damage noticing her and the girl were already soaked as the girl continued to cry and hold herself. Rachel smiled weakly as all the doubt was removed from her mind as she squeezed her other daughter in her arms even harder and recalled how Emmy would also wet when she was upset.

"It's okay, sweetie, no point in holding in the rest. Just finish wetting and I'll get us cleaned up." Rachel whispered in her ear. The girl blushed and mumbled some kind of apology into Rachel's shoulder and relaxed her body as warm urine began to run down Rachel's legs. "It's okay. It's no big deal." she repeated as the girl began crying again.

"Delia, can I take her to your house and get cleaned up?" Rachel asked. "Delia?" Rachel sighed as she looked over at the woman who stared blankly at the vending machines with lifeless eyes. "I'm sure she won't mind." Rachel whispered as she stood with the girl in her arms and made her way over to the Ketchum residence. She grabbed the spare key from under a potted plant and opened the door making her way to the bathroom and setting the girl down on the toilet lid. "What's your name, honey?" Rachel asked as she started the bath.

"Izzy." the girl mumbled.

"That's a pretty name." Rachel said. Amy was better though, she thought with a sigh. "Go ahead and get undressed, Am- Izzy, I'm going to make sure you're not hurt anywhere." Izzy looked away blushing while Rachel inspected her body from head to toe while she stood naked on the bathmat. "Does anything hurt? Can you move everything okay?" Rachel asked as Izzy moved all of her limbs and nodded. "Alright, in you go." She said as she lifted her up as the girl squeaked in surprise and was set down into the water. "Just relax, sweetie" Rachel said taking notice of the young girls trembling body before she dumped a cup of water on her to wet her hair down. Rachel couldn't help but notice even Izzy's and Emily's hair styles were similar.

"Where's my mom?" Izzy asked quietly as Rachel bit her lip anxiously. How was she supposed to tell this girl that her family was dead.

"What's the last thing you remember before we found you?" Rachel asked as she began adding suds to the pink loofah.

"We stopped in a town for gas. We were supposed to have been driving to Celadon City for a party, but I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew we were in a town I didn't recognize. Someone who worked at the gas station offered to change the oil so we waited in the little store and had ice cream." Izzy explained as she lifted the girls out of the water at Rachel's bidding so her arms could be washed.

"Ice cream sounds good." Rachel said as she began to scrub her back and legs, before cleaning between the girls thighs to remove any urine residue.

"I didn't eat it though." Izzy mumbled blushing while she allowed the stranger to clean her privates and bottom. "I thought it tasted funny."

"What else do you remember?" Rachel asked as she wrung out the loofah and set it aside for her own shower later and proceeded to lather shampoo into the young girls hair.

"I was playing I SPY with my sister, but she fell asleep and then there was you." Izzy said shrugging.

"Izzy, are you aware you were involved in a car accident?" Rachel asked as casually as possible while she rinsed the girls hair.

"Yeah, it happened after Annie fell asleep." Izzy said as tears began forming in her eyes. "She wouldn't wake up. Where's my mom and sister?" She asked again.

"Honey," Rachel said softly with a hand on the girls shoulder. "They didn't-" she began but stopped when she was met with Izzy's tear streaked face. "They're fine, sweetie," Rachel said with a sigh. "They just went for a walk to get help and asked me to watch you."

"Oh." Izzy said as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll be right back; I'm going to see if there's anything that will fit you."Rachel said as she quickly stood up and left so Izzy wouldn't see the tears that had begun to fall as she made her way over to Emily's room. As soon as she entered a new wave of grief came crashing down on her as she collapsed onto the small twin size bed and cried.

"Emmy! You were so close to meeting your sister." She said through sobs. It just wasn't right! Here Amy was without a family and her and Delia were without a daughter. If someone was going to die, why couldn't it have just been the whole family together? Why did two separate families have to be torn apart? Why was Amy left alive and Emily taken away? Why couldn't Amy have just died with the rest of her family so she wouldn't have to experience the same pain they were in? Why couldn't Amy have died and Emily have lived? As terrible as that sounded wouldn't it have just been best; it could… Rachel thought as an idea struck her. No no that's crazy she told herself. It was true though...it would be best for everyone if Izzy had died and Emily lived. Currently in the bathtub was a girl who looked just like Emily that needed a family and in the morgue was a body that looked just like Izzy. Wasn't it true this was the family that was running away from something?

Delia needed a daughter and Izzy needed a family. In a disturbing way...it was perfect. What if...everyone believed Izzy HAD died. They could easily switch the bodies. No one would come looking for a dead girl. But what about Izzy herself though? Would she be willing to take on the persona of Emily? Unless there was a way to convince Izzy she WAS Emily… How though she wondered as she laid on the bed.

Rachel was suddenly snapped from her thoughts as she began to hear a tiny, pitiful, whimpering coming from beside the mattress. "You miss her too, Namine?" Rachel asked as she scooped the tiny Eevee into her arms and held her to her chest. "I need to feed you don't I?" she said as she set the Eevee down on the bed and watched as it began searching for it's owner. Rachel wiped her eyes and stood as she returned to the bathroom to find Izzy standing on the bathmat naked and shivering.

"The water got cold." Izzy explained while Rachel wrapped the girl in a towel and led her too Emily's bedroom.

"We should have plenty of clothes that fit you." Rachel said as she pulled out a T-shirt and sweat pants before pausing at the underwear drawer. Should she? Rachel wondered as she looked from the girls puzzled expression over to the closet. Guess it was better to be safe than sorry she thought as she began pulling down the bag of supplies from the shelf in the closet. Her original plan was to have her wear some trainers underneath her sweat pants but when she examined the size she doubted they would fit her. While Izzy and Emily were almost identical; they were slightly different waist sizes. Izzy was a much more healthier size while Emily had been tiny and frail from illness. Rachel pulled out a diaper instead and a bottle of baby powder and looked up to find Izzy grinning from ear to ear as she stared wide eyed at the baby Eevee in amazement.

"So cute!" Izzy exclaimed as she gently ran her hand along Namine's still growing coat as the Eevee apprehensively sniffed the strangers hand. Even if they could manage to fool everyone else, Namine knew this look-alike was not Emily. Izzy looked up with a large grin seemingly forgetting the night's events, but frowned at Rachel's expression. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." Rachel said as she realized more tears had begun to fall as she wiped them away with her arm. "You just remind me so much of someone that I lost today."

"Oh." Izzy said awkwardly until she noticed what was in Rachel's hand. "What's that for?" she asked pointing to the diaper.

"I want you to wear this, Izzy" Rachel said as she opened the plastic and prepared for the girls protests. "I'm sure you won't need it, but it's just in case. I think you might be dealing with a mild case of stress incontinence from the accident." She explained as Izzy's face began to glow bright red.

"It-it was just an accident-I- I-don't need diapers!" Izzy said in shock.

"I know you don't, honey, but it's just for tonight. It's not like I'm making you use it or anything." Rachel explained as gently as possible. "If you need to go you're free to use the bathroom, I just want you to wear it as a precaution in case you have another accident. That way if you do end up wetting; no one else has to know."

"I really don't need it." Izzy said backing away. "Don't you have any normal panties?"

"I'll make you a deal." Rachel said. "Namine here needs her bottle. Would you like to feed her?" She asked as she saw Izzy's eyes sparkle as she quickly nodded yes. "Let me help you put this on, and I'll let you feed her her formula." Izzy bit her lip as she looked from the diaper to the little ball of fluff on the bed before finally agreeing. "Go ahead and lie down and it will be over before you know it." Rachel said as she waited for Izzy to get onto the bed before removing her towel and sliding the crinkly diaper under her. "If you're still dry by morning; i'll let you toss it and wear normal panties, okay?" She said as she rubbed baby powder into Izzy's skin as Izzy held her closed fists at her side and clenched her eyes shut waiting for it to be over. "All done." Rachel said once she finished lifting the garment to the girls stomach and taping it around her waist. "See, that wasn't so bad." Rachel said as she offered the blushing girl a hand up. "There's some clothes here for you to wear so while you're getting dressed I'll go make Namine her bottle so you can feed her." she said as Izzy lunged for the pants and began pulling them up her legs to cover the diaper.

Once Izzy was out of earshot, Rachel checked her phone to see 10 missed calls from Professor Oak.

"Where are you? Last I heard you took the girl and ran. You haven't been answering my calls and-" The professor yelled before Rachel cut him off.

"I'm at Delia's. I went straight to the clinic, but Izzy had an accident and needed to get cleaned up so I took her here to get washed up and get a change of clean clothes. How's Delia?"

"She's not good. She hasn't spoken a word or moved since the Dr. told her what happened." Professor Oak said before pausing to ask the question that had been plaguing him all night. "Is Izzy really...?"

"Yes, she is my other daughter; I'm certain of it. Has anyone called in the accident yet?"

"Yes."

"What was said? Has anyone told them about the girl"?

"All I said was that there was an accident with an unknown body count." He said as Rachel released her held breath.

"I need you, the Dr, and Delia to come here now. I'm going to put Izzy to bed since it's late, but then I want you to hear me out. What if there was a way to bring Emily back?"

"Rachel, I know you loved Emily; but she's gone. She's not coming back." Professor Oak said sighing.

"And neither is Izzy's family. I know that! Just come and i'll explain, please. "

"Fine." he said after a long pause. "Maybe helping out with Izzy will be good for Delia. I'll bring her over, but this better not be going where I think it's going." He said before hanging up.