"I like this one!" Mokuba pointed at a red sports car. Kaiba looked at it without the least bit of interest.

"Fine, we don't have any time to shop around anyway..." The elder brother opened the door and climbed in. "Get in."

Kaylie slipped into the cramped back seat while Mokuba grinned at her with a wild gleam in his eye. She almost snorted at his childlike excitement.

"Let's pay Dartz a visit," Kaiba growled the moment Mokuba shut the door.

"Sounds good to me," the gleam in Mokuba's eye intensified. He really was enjoying this adventure with his brother.

Kaylie had to swallow the lump in her throats as she remembered her own siblings, and the fun they had running around from sunrise to sunset. They were living in a developing neighborhood at the time, and would often play in the half built houses and dirt piles that seemed to appear overnight.

"What's going on here!?" A flustered salesman appeared at the car window. "What are you three doing in this car?"

"What do you think we're doing?" Mokuba rolled his eyes. "We're buying it!"

"What!?" The man gaped, as if such a thing weren't possible. "I don't have time to play games young man!"

"Neither do we," Kaylie gave him her best smile.

Kaiba whipped a pen out and scribbled a check while the salesman glared at the blonde. He ripped off the piece of paper, and shoved it into the hands of the despairing salesman, "I think this should cover it." He put the car in drive, and took off, leaving the poor, confused man with, "Keep the change."

"Great idea..." Mokuba sat back, satisfied. "Beats taking the bus."

"Sure does," Kaylie wrinkled her nose, having particular memories of the horrors of public transport in her hometown. She wondered if it was as bad in this world.

"So you grew up in this dump," Kaiba smirked at her through the rear view mirror. "That explains a lot."

"First of all," Kaylie folded her arms, feigning offense. "You're wrong. I didn't grow up here. Second of all, there is nothing wrong with this city in my world. The people are incredibly personable, and and completely reasonable... But I guess since that is the opposite of you..." she spared a grin.

"Where did you grow up?" Mokuba asked, turning around to face her.

"Thank you, Mokuba, for being literally the only person here who actually cares to ask me about my life outside of romping around other worlds and fighting soul stealing bad guys..." she put her hands behind her head, trying to come off as relaxed despite the turmoil in her head from the day's events. "I've moved every two years for as long as I can remember. My childhood was spent living in a couple different houses in a town north of here. Really small town. I can still smell the cow manure."

"That explains even more," Kaiba put in, displeasure dripping off his words.

"Why'd you move so much?" Mokuba giggled.

"Dad owned a computer repair business..." Kaylie brought her hands down into her lap, and smiled as she looked out the window and recalled her early childhood. "Mom helped him run it. They weren't home much. Me and my siblings, we took care of ourselves."

"Must have been worth the profit," Kaiba seemed to perk up at the mention of a business.

Kaylie just laughed and shook her head, "If it was about the money, they were in the wrong business. We weren't very well off. Sometimes it was only the kindness of strangers that got us through each month."

"Then why stay?" Mokuba questioned.

"It was what my dad loved... and we were happy enough. Sure, I didn't get the fun gadgets like the other kids in my neighborhood, but it brought us closer together as a family. The hard times do that, as I'm sure you both know..." she smiled to herself. "But you're right. With the birth of my youngest sister, providing for a family of six became impossible. They sold the business, and we moved to another town."

"And you never stopped moving after that?" The raven haired teen looked fascinated by this concept.

"Nope," she turned so she was looking at him. "Somehow, every two years, my parents found a new reason to pack us up and leave. There was talk about moving again before I-" she swallowed, choking back tears. "Before I ended up here. They always insist it's going to be the last time... but we know better. I haven't even unpacked fully from the last time."

"Hmph," Kaiba scoffed sarcastically. "What a tragic story..."

"I'm well aware your childhood was much more traumatic than mine," Kaylie rolled her eyes.

The car filled with immediate silence. Neither Mokuba or Kaiba knew what to say. They'd forgotten that she knew everything about them, and having a stranger know about the most intimate and personal details of their life... it was a bit much for them. Kaiba's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, and Kaylie wondered if he was going to pull over and force her out of the car. When nothing happened, she returned to staring out the window.

"You should smile more often..." Mokuba finally broke the silence.

"Huh?" She looked at Mokuba again.

"When you talk about your family..." he looked down. "You get this smile on your face. It's nice. You just... you haven't smiled much since I met you."

"I guess I just... haven't had much reason to smile lately..." she looked away, content to let silence fill the car once more.


Kaylie's family wasn't sure what to do with the reported sighting of their daughter. Most people thought it was a publicity stunt, or some psycho's idea of a joke. Either way, there was no hint of her whereabouts after the suicide note, and the police were getting frustrated. They'd returned to Zac's house multiple times to question him... And as he shut the door one more time on one more cop, he turned to his sister and sighed, "They know we're hiding something."

"Well what are we supposed to tell them?" Jessi snapped. "Oh, we know exactly where she is. She's in our TV, in a kids show... see? Oh, and by the way, all those monster sightings? Those are her fault too."

"How does that thing move so fast?" Zac shook his head. "It's barely been an hour since it arrived!"

"Magic Zac..." Jessi flicked his forehead. "It doesn't have to be logical."

"Right..." he mumbled. "Well, she sure has the media's attention. Her and this monster... they're all over the news. Interviews and eye witness accounts... more attention than anyone could dream of in an hour, and she isn't even here to enjoy it."

"Do you really think she'd enjoy it?" Jessi raised an eyebrow.

"No..." the ginger shook his head. "But I'll tell you one thing... I'd enjoy it a lot more if she were here."

"Me too, Zac. Me too."