– Chapter Twelve –

Everything about London was busy. Gabby was struggling to adapt to the enormous queues of traffic on complicated roads, and the constant noise pollution. It was so different to her home in Scotland, even if it was a much more pleasant area to live in.

School, thankfully, wasn't as stressful as she thought it would be. Most of the other children in her class were polite and well-behaved, but Gabby still felt out of place around them. They were well-spoken, and took pride in their appearance, whereas Gabby found the uniforms snooty and uncomfortable. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to wearing a tie and blazer.

But at least nobody gave her any trouble. Gabby was used to being surrounded by aggressive children, so she was more relieved than she let on that that wasn't an issue here. Not all of her new classmates were particularly welcoming, but they weren't horrible either. Gabby was quite happy to be left alone while she got used to the place.

"I wasn't gonna send you to a bad school, was I?" Leigh told her over and over. "Complain about them being 'snobs' all you want, but you'll get a great education there, and you'll be around positive people."

Gabby wasn't convinced she'd get a good education, for the simple fact she didn't think she was smart enough. She wasn't going to admit that, though, but she found that arguing with Leigh about it was useless.

She'd been attending the school for two weeks already. During the first week, Gabby skipped class to hide in the local park, deciding she couldn't be bothered. She wasn't brave enough to admit she found it overwhelming, but after the school phoned Leigh about this, Gabby wasn't about to do it again. Her cousin could be scary sometimes. Why did Leigh have to be so angry all the time? Did she see Gabby as a burden too, just as Ray did?

The blonde girl had finished school that afternoon, and hadn't bothered to go home yet. She was sitting on a bench in the park, eating a bag of sweets she'd purchased from the local shop. She didn't like being at Leigh's house if she could help it; not with that weird Shaun person hanging around and making Leigh scarier than usual.

Every so often, other people wandered through the park, walking dogs or riding bikes. Gabby was content to just watch them, and smiled when families came to let their children play on the playground.

"B! Get back here!"

Gabby was caught completely off guard, barely registering the yelling voice before a blur of white sped past her and ran around the bench. Perplexed, Gabby twisted herself around so she could see behind her, but the animal had made it to the front again before she could catch a glimpse.

An eager yap sounded at Gabby's feet. She turned back around and gazed down at the fluffy dog, who seemed to be smiling with her gray-blue tongue out as she stared at Gabby's bag of sweets. Gabby didn't have time to respond, as the figure of a boy ran up the path to grab hold of the dog's leash.

The boy had hold of another leash as well, this one attached to a black and white dog who contentedly trotted along beside his owner. Panting slightly, the boy grabbed the white dog's leash, before looking at Gabby apologetically. "Sorry, miss! Dog had a proper spazz fit and got away from me," he explained, before glaring down at the dog. "Bianca! Arrêtez la mendicité!" he scolded.

Bianca didn't seem to be listening though and continued staring up at Gabby's sweets. Sighing, the boy tugged at the leash to at least get the small animal away from the stranger. "Sorry...she's my older sister's dog, and doesn't really listen to me too well," he explained, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"It's fine," Gabby said, more amused than anything. She noticed that the boy didn't speak in a British accent, and found herself a bit curious about where he was from. His accent, or lack thereof, didn't sound like any she'd heard before.

The black dog trotted over to Gabby curiously, sniffing at her leg. The boy groaned. "Oh come on Charles, don't you go and be rude too!"

Charles merely looked up at Gabby curiously, tilting his head at her. Gabby smiled a bit. "Can I pet him?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, he's really well-behaved," the boy said with a smile. "My sis is really good at training dogs. Bianca's good most of the time, but she's still really young so she just gets excitable and darts off still."

Gabby smiled as she petted Charles's head. The old dog sat down and lightly nuzzled her hand, seeming to be perfectly happy to get the attention, even if he didn't know the person who sat before him.

"Charles is a lot less excitable since he's getting on in years," the boy told Gabby. "Gonna be eleven this year, I think. Bianca's only just going on three."

"He seems sweet," Gabby said. "I don't got any pets. Always wanted some though."

The boy smiled, and then looked at her uniform. "You go to Fairmeadow? Cool, I do as well."

Gabby smiled awkwardly, not wanting to admit that it was completely overwhelming to be there. "Uh...yeah, just started the other week," she said with a shrug.

"Cool," the boy nodded. "It's not too bad once you get used to it. I think for me the most annoying thing was the uniform," he laughed. "We didn't wear uniforms where I used to live in Switzerland."

"Wow, can't say I ever met anyone from there before," Gabby said, now knowing why she didn't recognise his accent.

"Yeah, I was born in Geneva. We moved here a good few years ago cause of my parents' work."

"Ah," Gabby nodded. "Bet that sucked, huh?"

"Just a bit," the boy chuckled. "But I think I got over it pretty quickly."

The two stood around talking for another few minutes. Gabby found herself surprisingly at ease just being able to have a chat with another teenager like a normal girl.

The boy checked his watch and then looked back at Gabby. "I should probably head off; my mom's gonna be waiting," he said, tugging at Bianca's leash again. The fluffy white dog, who had flopped down and curled up, gave a whine of protest before getting back on her feet and shaking the dirt out of her fur.

"It was nice talking to you," he said politely. "Sorry again for the dogs bothering you."

"It's fine," Gabby smiled. "Um..hey, what's your name? I'm Gabby."

"Ian," the boy told her with a grin. "Maybe I'll see you at school some time?"

"Yeah, maybe," Gabby nodded, wondering if she might have just made a friend.

After Ian walked off with the two dogs, Gabby leaned back on the bench and smiled, before carrying on eating her sweets. Maybe school wouldn't be so bad if it was that easy to make friends.

"Right, your IDs are here. Sorry for the wait," Lydia said one evening as she handed out three long brown envelopes. "The network are currently making arrangements with a contact of ours in Canada. We're just waiting for her to tell us that everything's all set."

Rat picked up one of the envelopes to have a look inside. There were several documents, as well as new passports. The three had been given the surname 'Mills', which Rat was fine with. It was generic enough and easy to remember.

Danielle and Lucas both curiously looked though their documents as well. "Zese are very convincing," Lucas commented, amazed at just how real they looked.

Lydia smirked slightly. "That'd be the idea. As for your friend in Scotland, we haven't been able to make much headway on getting her out yet."

Rat frowned, nodding quietly. She hadn't spoken to Aila in upwards of three weeks. She didn't know if the doctor was simply busy, or if she was purposely keeping their contact loose for fear of alerting DYAD, but either way, Rat was extremely concerned. At the rate they were going, it was looking more and more like they'd need to go to Canada without Aila.

"I hope she's doing OK," Rat murmured to herself.

Unfortunately, Aila was close to breaking point. Sylvester and her gang were harassing her at every chance they got, Morgan's entire existence was freaking her out, and Tracy seemed to turn up wherever she went. Aila hadn't been able to call Rat to keep in touch thanks to Sylvester stealing her phone cards out of spite, and the doctor hadn't earned enough funds to buy new ones yet.

The fact she couldn't prove Sylvester had stolen them made Aila angry, but she was convinced the other inmate was behind it. Nobody else had reason to do such a thing, and the arrogant smirk on Sylvester's face whenever Aila mentioned it only convinced her more.

The isolation of prison was completely wearing Aila out. The only people who were interested in spending time around Aila were just out to get her, thanks to Sylvester, and Aila didn't care much about making friends with anyone else. How could she, when any inmate or officer in here could be her monitor?

Tracy was the only person around who was polite to Aila, and this just frustrated Aila even more. She wanted desperately to believe it was because Tracy had good intentions, but it was impossible to see the good in anyone these days. She wished she could forget all things DYAD for just a day so she could relax and have someone like Tracy to talk to.

Aila found herself focusing on Saffi a lot, wanting to convince herself that she was her monitor, rather than Tracy. The more she thought about it, though, the more torn she became. She'd heard stories of Tracy never giving anyone the time of day unless she had to, until Aila came along. That had to be a bad sign.

Much to Aila's frustration, she found Tracy hanging around outside one morning as she stepped out for a run. Hardly anyone else was about, except for a few officers. Most other inmates were socialising in the canteen, or preparing for work.

Aila steeled herself up as she walked past Tracy, fists clenched irritably. "We've got to stop running into each other out here," she shot, an unfriendly tone in her voice. "Anyone would think you're following me."

Tracy, who was leaning against the brick wall with a cigarette in her hand, looked up from a letter she was reading. She observed Aila in confusion for a moment. "Eh?" she asked.

Aila stared. It was almost as if Tracy had learned Aila's daily routine, and knew where to be in order to run into her. As aggravating as Aila found this, she still couldn't confront Tracy. There was always the off chance she was wrong.

"Nothing," Aila snapped. She eyed the letter in Tracy's hand. "What are you reading?"

Tracy frowned at Aila's odd behaviour, and glanced down at the letter again. "From my niece. She's looking after my kid for me. Been badgering me with letters these last few weeks...wants me to call her urgently..."

"So why don't you?" Aila asked.

Tracy shrugged. "It's complicated."

"If you can call your family, then you should," Aila told her bluntly, surprising Tracy a bit. "I'd love to call mine, but all my pissing phone cards keep getting swiped."

"Sylvester's doing?" Tracy asked knowingly. "She proper seems to have a thing for you."

"Yeah, well if I thought I could get away with it, I'd have a thing for her..." Aila muttered darkly. She couldn't help imagining the various weak points on the human body that she'd learned about during her years in A&E. The doctor froze then, horrified at herself for even thinking about such things, and immediately discarded the thoughts. "Forget I said that. She's a bitch, that's all. If I ignore her for long enough, she'll get bored and piss off," Aila said with a shrug, unsure of why she was even still talking to Tracy.

The doctor wanted to get her run over with before work, but yet here she was nattering to the inmate she suspected of being her monitor. Perhaps it was simply because Tracy was the only inmate to be polite, even if she might be DYAD. If Aila was going to be spending the rest of her life in prison, she'd need to make friends eventually, surely...

Tracy stared at Aila for a long moment, but decided not to comment. "Ya mentioned having a family?" she asked instead, drawing Aila out of her thoughts. Tracy looked curious as she took a long drag from her cigarette.

Aila was silent for several moments, unsure of how much she should really say. "Kinda...I don't have any biological family, but I have a few friends who fill in as sisters."

Tracy nodded, looking back down at her letter with a subtle frown. "Never had any sisters, me. Grew up an only child. Only ever had a real family when I met my husband and his lot."

Aila wasn't sure what to say to that, having very few experiences with dating. Most people to ever show an interest had soon been put off by Aila's recurring nightmares and sleepless nights, so no one ever stuck around long enough for her to meet their families.

Both women fell silent, retreating into their own thoughts. Aila stared at Tracy for several minutes, before simply turning on her heel and walking off. She figured that by now Tracy was aware that Aila had a habit of running before her daily shifts in the library.

When she made it out onto a track area, Aila broke into a fast sprint. Thoughts of Tracy and Sylvester circled around in her head, but the doctor did her best to ignore them, instead trying to channel her negative energy into running as hard and fast as she could. It wasn't much, but it had to be better than losing it and lashing out at either of them.

Leigh was fed up. She'd decided to write letters to Tracy, but didn't mention anything about clones in them. She figured that even if DYAD got hold of them, they'd have no way of knowing that Leigh was aware of the presence of others in prison. Instead, she explained that she'd spoken to Ray, and that she needed to speak with Tracy about important matters.

Her letters, however, seemed to have been ignored. Leigh hadn't heard a single word from Tracy since the night she inquired about having a double in prison. With no other leads to go on, the hairdresser was quickly running out of ways to continue the hunt for Amelia.

She also wondered about the clone child Tracy had given up. It had been stunning enough when Leigh learned she had a clone twin, never mind a clone cousin as well. Leigh couldn't remember ever hearing the name 'Hailee' while looking into other clones, but she also remembered Rat saying there were hundreds of them all over the world.

If Hailee had been adopted out, it was possible that she wasn't even in Europe anymore. Leigh wished she was able to ask Rat to find her, even if just out of curiosity. She was even tempted to ask Rachel, but she was hesitant about telling the blonde about her discovery. Would Rachel even care?

Leigh sighed, refocusing her thoughts on the situation at hand. The week before, Leekie had personally called to ask how the search for Amelia was going, which had put Leigh into a long-lasting foul mood. Leekie seemed to think Leigh was purposely avoiding locating Amelia due to having Gabby. It was only because of Gabby that Leigh had this new lead at all, though.

At the very least, the young girl seemed to be adjusting to life at school. More often than not, when Gabby got home in the evenings, she seemed to be in a reasonably good mood. Leigh hoped she was making friends at least, now she'd given up skipping classes.

Leigh had started working part time at a local salon in the meantime, in order to bring in extra money to help support herself and Gabby. She didn't want to rely entirely on the DYAD money Shaun used to buy the food shopping whenever he was ordered to go do it (which was more often than not).

Leigh glanced over at Shaun from her position on the sofa. She still wasn't used to his presence and probably never would be, but at least he kept to himself most of the time. Leigh didn't know how Rachel coped with Daniel being all over her all day long. When not being ordered around, Shaun merely stood or sat off to the side and didn't say a word.

Usually, anyway.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Leigh blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "I wasn't," she said defensively.

"You were," Shaun grunted.

Leigh scowled. "Yeah, well you bloody well stare at me every hour of every day, so..."

"I'm being paid to. You're not," the older man pointed out, and for a fraction of a second Leigh could have sworn she saw a very small smirk on his face. It was gone so quickly though that the hairdresser wondered if she'd imagined it.

Leigh was about to shoot a sarcastic remark right back at him, but a phone rang and distracted her completely. Leigh shot up, recognising the ringtone as Gabby's – the school girl never took her phone to school with her, and today she'd left it on Leigh's kitchen table.

Leigh rushed over to pick it up, leered at Shaun and debated ordering him out of the room, but then decided against it. Even if he wasn't around to listen to Leigh talking on the phone, he'd surely know the conversation was about something Leigh didn't want DYAD knowing about because of her determination to keep it private. That'd be enough reason for Shaun to tell DYAD about such calls, and the last thing Leigh wanted was for them to dig.

"Hello?" Leigh answered the call.

"Ashleigh," Tracy's voice spoke.

Leigh's expression became blank, but intense. "Hello," she said again. She turned her back on Shaun and stared at the kitchen wall instead, eager to pretend Shaun wasn't even there. "I take it you're not trying to get hold of Gabby," she added quietly.

"You and I both know DYAD will be listening if I call you on your phone," Tracy murmured. "Gabs never did like taking her phone to school with her. One of the other kids nicked her old one, so she stopped doin' it."

Leigh sighed a bit and tugged anxiously at her hair. "So you do know about DYAD then," she almost whispered. She was desperate for Shaun not to overhear. "So, you got answers for me, or what? Is it true? What I asked you about before, about other...people who look like me on the wing?"

"Look," Tracy told her. "I need to see you. We can't discuss this over the phone. I posted you another visiting order this morning. It should be with you in a few days. Only don't bring Gabby with you next time. Don't tell her you're comin' back to see me at all. If she finds out, she'll only start askin' questions, and we do not want her gettin' involved with DYAD's mess."

Leigh nodded. "Yeah, that I agree with you on," she admitted.

"I already filled out the time and date for you to visit; it'll be two weeks from tomorrow – so just fill in the rest, and I'll see you then," Tracy said. "I've gotta go."

"Fine," Leigh sighed. "See you soon."

"Bye."

Both women hung up. Leigh continued gazing at the wall for a few minutes to let this information sink in. She'd have to make sure Gabby was kept busy while the visit went ahead, but she also knew she couldn't leave her alone. Two weeks from tomorrow...that was Saturday 2nd March, which meant no school, which meant Gabby would need a serious distraction to stop her from asking Leigh questions about why she wouldn't be around that day.

An idea struck Leigh, though she didn't know if it was a good one or not.

"Shaun?" she asked, turning around to stare at him through the archway to the other room. "How good are you with kids?"

Shaun went from looking bored and unimpressed to surprised in an instant. "Why?" he asked. He almost sounded nervous.

Leigh gave a crooked grin. "What're you doing in two weeks time?"

Shaun could only stare, not wanting to know where this was going.

"You friggin' what? You're leavin' me with the pisshead for the whole entire day?"

"He's not a bloody pisshead; how many times do I have to tell you?" Leigh snapped at Gabby. The day of the visit with Tracy arrived, and Leigh had left it until the last minute to tell Gabby that Shaun would be watching her. She thought telling Gabby earlier would only give the young girl time to ask questions and demand answers and wear Leigh down, so at least telling her on the day would mean Leigh could escape and get the entire experience over with as easily as possible.

Gabby folded her arms moodily. "He looks like one."

"Oi," Leigh said firmly. "You call him that again, I'll have you doing the dishes every day for the next month. Don't think I won't."

"You ain't my mother," Gabby said matter-of-factly.

Leigh shook her head at her cousin. "Look, Gabby, I have to go today. They're short staffed at work; they're struggling with the business – they called me last minute, and they're really desperate. Shaun's gonna-"

"I don't need no babysitter!" Gabby grumbled.

Leigh raised her eyebrows. "I was going to say Shaun's going to take you out for the day, wherever you want. Shopping, for food, cinema...whatever. That way you won't be bored here all day."

Gabby's expression lifted ever-so-slightly. "Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah," Leigh grinned. "But you have to stop being mean to him, OK?"

Gabby just shrugged and turned her attention back to the TV for the time being, feeling too stubborn to admit she wanted to go out. Leigh watched for a second or two, before stepping out into the hallway where Shaun was waiting.

He looked severely annoyed, having clearly heard what Gabby said about him.

"She'll be good," Leigh told him. "And I'm expecting you to be as well. No talking about DYAD or some shit."

"Why would I do that?" Shaun spat. "My job is to monitor you, but that doesn't mean I live and breathe all things DYAD."

Leigh rolled her eyes as she took her coat from the hanger and put it on. She and Shaun both knew all it would take was for Leigh to complain to Rachel if she was unhappy with Shaun for any reason. That was enough reason for Shaun to do as Leigh asked.

"And what, precisely, will you tell your cousin when you fail to return home this evening?" Shaun questioned. "The journey to Scotland shall be long. You will not be back here until very late, and I doubt Gabby will believe you are doing overtime at work until such an hour."

Leigh paused as she zipped her coat up and threw a scarf around her neck. "Err...I dunno yet...I'll figure something out to tell her if she questions it...but yeah, just don't tell her I'm going to see her mum. We're just trying to sort stuff out. Family stuff."

Shaun said nothing, but merely nodded in agreement. He knew Leigh was going to the prison, but Leigh purposefully left out the real reason why, for obvious reasons. She glanced at Shaun again, picked up her car keys, said goodbye to Gabby, and then stepped back into the hall. She looked back at Shaun, and paused.

"Thanks," she told him reluctantly.

Shaun remained silent, merely staring at her. Leigh turned and walked out the door without another word, inwardly knowing that Gabby would be fine with him for the day. As Leigh got in her car and looked at her phone for directions to the prison, she sighed quietly.

This was going to be a long day.

The morning shift passed by slowly. Aila again caught herself zoning out several times, and she still felt unusually exhausted. She wondered if it would be possible to get some kind of sleep aid from the prison pharmacy.

Her thoughts briefly shifted to Saffi, and the offer she made Aila on her first night, but Aila hastily discarded these thoughts. It would be unwise on so many levels to accept medication from any other inmate, never mind another inmate who was also a DYAD employee. At the very least she hadn't been able to dream much lately, and no dreams meant no nightmares to cope with on top of everything else.

When the clock hit twelve, the doctor silently passed the library cart to the inmate who took over the afternoon shift.

Aila debated going back to her cell to rest a bit, but knew she should eat first. It wouldn't be wise to skip lunch when her energy levels were already low. As usual, Sylvester and her gang were already there and laughing obnoxiously over something. Aila shot the blonde woman a sharp glare as she passed by them to get her tray.

"Oi oi Hailee, nice time putting books away?" Sylvester sneered when she noticed the clone. "Any chance ya found a phone card in there? Buncha silly sods been droppin' 'em all over the place lately!"

"Fuck you," Aila snapped venomously. She'd had just about enough of putting up with Sylvester.

Sylvester merely cackled, her laugh echoed by the laughter of her friends. Aila forced herself to turn away, knowing it wasn't worth it to start a fight. When she got her food and found a table far away from her ex gang members, she sighed and rubbed her head. How on earth was she going to keep sane if she would be made to deal with this every day for the rest of her life?

"Steady on, kid."

Aila looked up irritably as Tracy appeared. Again. She took a free seat opposite the clone, quietly eating her own food. "Ya know she ain't gonna stop pickin' at ya so long as ya keep givin' her a reaction to it," Tracy said after a moment.

Aila stared at Tracy blankly for a moment, before narrowing her eyes slightly. "What's it matter to you?" she asked, perhaps a bit more harshly than she intended.

Tracy arched an eyebrow, and then shrugged. "Suppose it don't matter to me. It's entirely up to you if ya wanna keep fightin' with that pathetic bitch. She's only got the balls to take on someone so long as they don't fight back. The minute they do start fightin' back, she pisses off like the bloody twat she is."

Aila remained silent, willing herself to eat to keep from snapping at Tracy. She still had her suspicions for why Tracy wanted to be friendly, and that kept her from wanting to bond with her...however much she needed a friend in this place.

"Anyway, I've got a visit this evening with my niece. Should be…interesting," Tracy continued on when it became apparent that Aila wasn't going to say anything.

"Good for you," Aila muttered, her tone making her displeasure known.

Tracy arched an eyebrow, looking mildly unimpressed then. "The hell's been up with you lately?"

Aila twitched and finally focused her attention fully on Tracy with a sharp glare. "Look, I know why you're trying so fucking hard to be nice, OK? You've been sent to spy on me and report back to them, right? Well I'm not bloody falling for it, so back the fuck off and tell Leekie to do the same!" she hissed. It was probably incredibly stupid to confront Tracy here in a crowded lunch room, but the doctor couldn't help herself.

Tracy looked stunned, and Aila took that as confirmation that her suspicions were right. The doctor stood quickly and walked away from the table, discarding what was left of her lunch before sprinting up the stairs to the second floor.

"Hold the fucking phone," Tracy muttered after she recovered. She dumped her tray as well and rushed upstairs, catching Aila just before she made it to her cell. "You know about Leekie? About DYAD?"

Aila gave her an extremely unimpressed look. "Of course I know about Leekie. Did he forget to mention that? He's already well aware that I'm self-aware, and that I want nothing to do with him, his twisted company, or you, so piss off and leave me alone."

Aila stormed into her cell and shut the door before Tracy could say another word.

Sitting down on her bed, the doctor released a slow, shuttering sigh and tried to calm herself. At least she'd figured out who her monitor was. It had to be Tracy. How else would she know about DYAD and Leekie?

Aila rolled over to face the wall with a sigh, closing her eyes as she did. Perhaps she'd have Rat look into Tracy later on...if Aila's file couldn't confirm it, certainly Tracy's would.

With that thought in mind, the doctor forced herself to think of anything besides DYAD, and soon found herself drifting off as her exhaustion again hit her. Perhaps it would be easier to keep calm and think clearly after a nap…

Over in Switzerland, Rat and Danielle were making plans to go to Canada, now that their passports had been secured. It would be unwise to waste any more time. They needed to get to Beth and Katja, and then they could focus on freeing Aila.

"We are going to visit Aila before going over zere, oui?" Danielle asked, looking over a map.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," Rat agreed. "I wanna make a pit stop in London too, to get my dogs back. I don't wanna just leave them there when it might be months or years until we can come back to Europe."

"OK," Danielle agreed, knowing that Rat had a point there. Who knew how long they would be in Canada for? Or if they would be able to return to Europe at all with DYAD looking for them? It was best to finish up all business here, and then leave. "Per'aps Beth can 'elp get Aila back?" the French clone offered then. She'd never met Beth, but she knew that the other clone was involved with law enforcement of some sort.

"Yeah, I'm hoping as much," Rat said with a nod as she leaned back on the sofa. "I'm sure Scotland's laws are different from Canada's, but hopefully Beth can at least give us some ideas for how to help Aila."

Danielle stood and stretched, before making her way over to the kitchen area to make tea and hot cocoa. The cold had relented a bit now that winter was coming to a close, but it was still fairly chilly out. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she looked out onto the street. It amazed her that even with the library above them, they still had windows just barely above street level to let air and light in.

It only took a moment of looking outside to spot a peculiar sight that made the French clone freeze in her tracks, even as the kettle started to whistle.

On the opposite side of the street near the trees stood two men. One of them was tall and held what looked like a photograph. It was the other man that made Danielle's heart skip a beat in alarm though.

"Ce qui la baise?!" Danielle gasped, taking a step back from the window.

"What?! What's wrong?" Rat asked, alarmed. She jumped up and hurried over to the French clone, who merely pointed out the window. Rat followed her gaze and froze as well, her eyes wide with surprise and alarm.

Standing across the street from the library was Danielle's former boyfriend and monitor, Kyle.