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"So what are we going to do?" Bling asked. Logan and Max had called all their friends in hopes of some kind of help.
"There's not much we can do. If the woman who called you is right, then McKenzie remembers absolutely nothing about her life here, which is strange, because we usually remember things about when we are eight."
"I know, Matt, so why doesn't she remember anything?" asked Logan, running his hands through his hair.
"Zack probably brainwashed her, that's why. And for some reason Jace is going along with it." Max pounded her fists on the dining room table, then got up and walked into the kitchen. Original Cindy followed her.
"One of us is going to have to go check things out. See what's going on, who knows what about McKenzie. It's a small town, word travels faster than wildfires."
"Logan's right, but who?" Bling stood up and walked over to the window. "Zack would recognize you and Max immediately, and he knows Cindy and me."
"That leaves me." Matt said. "I don't think he's ever met me, but what about McKenzie. Rory and her were quite close. She would recognize me."
"Maybe not." Bling said, sitting back down. "If she doesn't remember Seattle, then she surely wouldn't remember you."
"Sometimes seeing someone or something will trigger memories, like when a person has amnesia. Their memories can suddenly come back just by hearing a word, or smelling something like baking bread. If seeing Matt triggers her memories, it would cause a lot of trouble."
"Is there anyone else we know who could go?" Matt asked as Max and Cindy came back into the room.
"Zack knows all my friends."
"And there's no one else I know who could be trusted enough."
"We could send Rory." Original Cindy suggested. "He was just a kid when our little boo last saw him, and if Zack don't know you, he wouldn't know him. He's almost twenty now, isn't he?"
"Yes. We could send him. I trust him enough, and he knows enough about what is going on. He was thirteen when they last saw each other. He's changed a lot since then. Can you ask him if he would like to go, Matt?"
"Alright, but I'll hold back on al the details until he agrees to go. I'll just tell him we may have found McKenzie and we need his help to check things out."
"If he agrees, send him over, I'll fill him in and get everything he needs for the trip."
"Alright."
After everyone left, Logan sat looking out the window again. As the sun set, he thought of how close they were to finally finding McKenzie. Going into the kitchen, he found Max sitting on the counter, eating a peanut butter sandwich.
"I didn't know you were still here." He said, getting out some tomatoes for a salad.
"I was waiting for dinner, but since you didn't come, I helped myself." Max pointed to the sandwich that she had just set on the counter. She jumped down and got herself a glass of milk from the fridge.
"A peanut butter sandwich? You could've made something better."
"No I couldn't have. Remember, I can't cook very well."
"Right. Well, if you'll put on a pot f water, I'll make some spaghetti to go with this salad."
"Alright." Max did as she was asked. When she turned away from the stove, Logan noticed a single tear falling down her cheek.
"What's wrong, Max? Don't cry." He took her hand in his.
"Why are we acting so normal, when we're so close to getting McKenzie back?"
"I don't know. How is it that there were times during the past six years that we were able to act so normal, when we had absolutely no clue as to where McKenzie was? Now we have a small clue, and Rory loved her like a brother, so he'll help go after her. We'll have her back soon."
"What if she doesn't want to come live with us? What if Zack finds out we know, and takes her away again? What..."
"Shh, Max, calm down. Come on." He turned the stove off then led her to the living room. Logan made Max sit on the couch, by now she was crying uncontrollably. Logan got onto the couch beside her and hugged her close, tears streaming down his face to. They sat there rocking and crying for a long time.
After they both stopped crying, an eerie silence filled the room. They still sat in each others arms, each in their own thoughts. The silence was finally broken by Max's stomach growling. She took her arm from around Logan and put a hand on her stomach, smiling.
"Well, I guess it's time for that spaghetti, or at least my stomach thinks so!" Logan laughed and they returned to the kitchen in happier spirits. Soon, they had a meal on the table and were eating, like it was old times. That night, as Max fell asleep in Logan's guest room, she thought of the day, and how she hadn't felt happier in a long time. She still missed McKenzie a lot, but after today, things looked brighter. She was even thinking of moving back in with Logan.

To Be Continued...