"Sara, is that really you?" the man asked. "I've had so many people call me to tell me that they were you. Is it really you?"
"Yeah." Sara answered casually.
"I need to see you in person." It was a statement, not a question.
Sara sighed. "Ok, when?"
"Now, meet me at the Corner Coffee, ok?"
Sara hated that shop, but she decided to go along. "Fine."
"Goodbye, Sara. I've spent ten years missing you. This better be the real Sara."
"Fine." She hung up. She definitely wasn't looking forward to this trip, but she decided to go downstairs and leave anyway. She pulled her jacket out of the closet and started down the stairs.
"Sara, where are you going?" Phoebe caught her at the door. She looked frightened. Loosing one daughter had been to much for her, she wouldn't afford to loose her children or their friends.
"Out." Sara said it with a voice that reminded Phoebe of herself. She grabbed the keys to her own car and started out the door. Five minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of the shop. She stepped inside.
"Sara." There was that statement voice again. She twirled around. The man she saw looked nothing like the boy she remembered. She was about to leave when he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sara," Jersey placed a hand on her friends' shoulder. "Sara." They both looked in sorrow as they saw Sara's mothers casket being lowered into the ground. Phoebe, Jordan, Cole, Tim, and Christina all stood around her along with Jersey and some friends of her mothers. Sara looked at each of them. She didn't recognize the man in the back. He looked tall, mid-twenties, with hair the exact color of Sara's and the same piercing hazel eyes. She met those eyes with her own and the man turned and walked away. She recognized him slightly, but from where?
"Sara, you're going to live with us." Jersey told her, gently. "We can help you. Since you're seventeen, they're going to let you live with us."
"I don't want to. I want to live with my mother." Sara laughed hysterically, "she's not dead. It's just an act."
"She's dead, Sara. You need to come and live with us. We can help you control your," Jersey lowered her voice, "gifts." Sara understood immediately. She looked into Jersey's eyes.
"Ok." She didn't really know much about her gifts. She only knew that she could move things if she really tried to. She waved her hands, just for fun. Everybody stopped moving and froze. Jersey's family stared at her.
"Unfreeze them, Sara." Tim told her. Jersey knew that she couldn't unfreeze Sara's freezes, so she just stood there, waiting patiently. Sara looked around. The man in the back hadn't frozen. He was staring at her with his cool hazel eyes. Sara quickly unfroze everybody. The man ran.
"Who was that?" Sara pointed in the direction of the man. Jersey turned to look.
"I don't see anybody." Jersey said.
"You're that man." Sara stated. She took in his hair and his eyes. "You're the man at the funeral. You ran away before I could talk to you."
"I know. I went to my mothers funeral." The man stated.
"Your mother? That was my mother." Sara stressed. She still didn't believe that this man could be her brother Sam.
"My mother. I guess I've got a lot of explaining to do." The man led her to a table and ordered two cups of coffee. "This is going to take awhile."