A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, guys! Sarah, AliasForever, Katie, everyone else that I can't list... lol you guys all rock. Well, now for chapter three.

Chapter Three- Rory's POV By Becky

I enter my apartment, the inside screaming the style of my sister. As I walk towards my room, she calls out. "Rory, is that you?"

"No, it's some burglar who is going to kidnap, rape, and murder you," I reply sarcastically.

"Funny!" she says, returning the sarcasm.

I walk into my room. I love my deep purple walls and bright green ceiling. The walls are pretty much bare except for the corners where I've taped up pictures of my friends.

My black and white plaid bedspread and comforter look welcoming, but I turn down the offer. I drop my black tote bag and walk out into the kitchen. I open the refrigerator.

Skye's Diet Pepsi cans fill the shelves. I hate all Pepsi products. Coke is way better. I push through the popular cans of soda to a coke can. Regular. No diet for me. I open the can and take a sip, sitting down at the green kitchen counter.

I begin to think about the strange event this afternoon. That had been a pretty weird phone call. I wonder how the person knew my sister's name. It's probably just one of my friends playing a joke. But still.

I get up and walk back into my room. I sit on my bed and take another sip of Coke. I crack my ankles. I reach for my cordless phone and hit 'talk,' then put the phone up to my ear. I'm surprised to hear two voices, fading in and out with the static.

Two deep voices. It can't be Skye. I can only hear bits of what they're saying through the fuzz.

"Do...have it?"

"Yes."

"...she...take...bait?"

"Yes."

"Move on... 'E.'"

"...course."

I hang up shakily and press 'talk' again.

The phone line is dead. *** A/N: Ok I know there are LOTS of weird phone calls and stuff relating to phones in this... but it'll all come together later so deal w/ it now. Lol. Review! Thanks.