Ok, two reviewers gave me two different ages for Kathleen, so I've come to a compromise, Kathleen is now sixteen, k? ------------------------

"What's wrong with you?" Kat asked Kali, "You looked like the only thing you were thinkin' 'bout was getting the hell away from my dad. I know he can seem imposing, but he isn't really that scary..."

"I know Kat, and I'm sorry if I offended you or your father...I just thought he looked...freakishly familiar.."

"Yeah, sure. S'ok, I know dad, he works with frightened kids on a regular basis"

The duo were currently sitting in the nearby restaurant eating spaghetti and salad. Steam wafted off of the warm meal and began to work at fogging up Kali's glasses. Kali though, was much too busy to notice.

"Hmmm...what are you doing, Kal?" The girl in question was leaning over a black, spiral bound book, her arms quick at work. Leaning closer Kat could see the beautiful recreation she was working on. A paper clip held a photo to the top of her page as she re-sketched it almost perfectly to detail underneath.

"Wow." Other than that she was speechless. Kat had only just met Kali yesterday and had been wondering why she carried a bag full of those books around.

"What's with that photo?" on closer inspection she saw the photo was of a man on a busy Manhattan street, talking on a phone. "Do you even know that person?"

"No, not really."

"Then why bother drawing him?"

"Good practice."

"Yeah, sure."

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