Notes: I have no clue about cars, so if something happens to the car which is impossible, let my know and I'll change it. I am changing Maria's past around a little. (I'll tell what I changed after I post that part) I also left out the A/N from the first chapter by accident. I'd like to say a big thanks to Kylie, and Emartin who loved my story and to Vanessa, who notices every mistake. To my sister, who loves to read my storys, and bears with me while I work things out to happen in my story and who always is a big help when I need anything. A thank you to Christina, who came up with the best and most original title for my story. I'd also like to thank Maria's Georg for starting this topic, and Vanessa's Sound of Music Forum (click on 'forum' on www.soundofmusic.de.ms) who inspired me to write. Plus, a thank you to all of you who are actually reading this A/N!

VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed Genevieve's name to Geunevere, sorry for any mix-ups.

Chapter 2:

After breakfast, my wife, Geunevere, and I decide to volunteer to do some shopping

since today is such a beautiful day. While I get the car, she goes to the kitchen and

gets a list from the housekeeper, which listed several articles we would need to get

at the market.

I drive the car around to the front of the house and get out to open the car door for

my wife. She gets in and we head off to the market

We drive down a tree-lined lane, the one that leads to the von Trapp villa, and I

wonder again about what happened to them. I hope and pray that they have

escaped from the clutches of Herr Zeller, who knows what would have happened if--

Bam! My thoughts are interrupted by a noise coming from the side of the car. On

impulse, I quickly turn the steering wheel so the car goes off into the grass. I get out

and examine the car to see the cause of the noise. I quickly find the cause, a flat tire

on the right side of the car. I suddenly realize that I had taken out the spare time

yesterday and forgotten to replace it. What a time to not have a spare!

"I guess we won't be going to the market after all," I say to my wife.

"I'm glad that at least it wasn't worst," she replies.

"The engine could've burst into flames or something!"

I look at her and smile. My wife is just a regular Pollyanna and has a very vivid

imagination!

I look down the road to see if any cars might be headed this way. Somehow I'm not

surprise to see no one is there.

This lane is not a highly used because it is more of a scenic route and not many

people take it because the main road is much faster.

"Why don't we see if anyone live in there?" says Geunevere, pointing to the old von

Trapp villa that's not very far from where we are.

"I guess there's no harm in seeing. Uh, why don't you wait here, while I go see?" I

respond, starting to walk toward the house.

Even though the Nazi's were thrown out of Austria over a year ago, there still is

some devout Nazi's and Socialist living here. The von Trapp villa would make a very

good hideout for them, considering that it hasn't been lived in since the Anschluss,

and they would have plenty of rooms to hide in, should someone be too curious

about the villa.

Genevieve understands, and gets back into the car.

I walk up to the front gates and pause for a moment, surprised at what I see. The

gardens are very neat and trimmed, the house freshly painted, and two cars are

parked to the side of the house, so someone must live here, but who?

As I reach the door, I hear a commotion inside. I ring the doorbell and wait for

someone to answer.

"I wonder who that could be?" I hear someone ask. A moment later, the door opens

and a young lady appears. She looks startled for a moment. Somehow she looks

like...

"Uncle Max?"