Sitting on an airplane, Amy had no idea how Mr. Devon had talked Nancy into letting Amy come to Paris. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen her mother after the meeting, just talked to her on the phone. This was very weird, and scary. She knew that this would never happen to a normal kid, like Tasha, or Jeanine. Still, she didn't want to think about school. Maybe Paris would be a nice break from Parkside. She realized that no one knew where she was, and she didn't see how her sudden disappearance wouldn't arise even more questions than Aimee showing up. Why do I have to be the stupid alien? She wondered.
The plane landed, and Amy tried to keep up with what the stewardess was saying, but it was impossible, even when she said it in English! She got off the plane, and went through customs, and then was greeted by a tall brunette woman, wearing expensive clothing. "Ah, you must be Amy!" she said. "I'm Mrs. Perrault."
"Nice to meet you," Amy said politely.
"I have a daughter just like you at home," she said.
Just like her? It didn't seem likely.
She got into Mrs. Perrault's car, and was surprised at how tiny it was. "Now, Annie's very excited about meeting you. She's always wanted a sister."
"So have I," Amy told her. She wondered how much Mrs. Perrault really knew about her.
"Well, I'm sure you and Annie will have lots to talk about," she said, pulling up at the house. "She's probably home by now."
Amy wondered why this woman kept mentioning Annie like that. "It's nice of you to let me stay," Amy told her.
"Oh, no problem, Amy," she said.
They entered the house. "Annie, are you home?" Mrs. Perrault called.
"I'm upstairs," Annie responded.
"You can go on up," Mrs. Perrault said. "Anne will show you around. I have to work."
"Thanks," Amy said. She curiously glanced around as she went up the stairs.
Annie stepped out of her room, and Amy realized just how much she and Amy had in common. Annie had the same, straight brown hair, although it was in pigtails with light curls on the ends, the same brown hair, although she had a slightly leaner figure. Amy immediately recognized Annie as more than just an alien.
"You're that ballerina," she said lamely.
Annie smiled, and hugged Amy. "Ever since I found out about myself, I've always wanted to meet another. I'm so happy to see you!"
"Me too," Amy said, although Annie was one of the last people she wanted to see. "There was another one at my school, which is why I came here. The press was going nuts."
"So?" Annie asked. "I do not see what's so bad about that. Here, let's go into my room."
They did, although Annie's room seemed immaculately clean. Amy assumed that Annie's mother made her clean it up for Amy's arrival. "Well, everyone was talking, and I didn't want my secret to get to the wrong people."
"The wrong people?" Annie asked.
Amy considered this. Maybe Annie didn't know everything about herself. "How did you find out about yourself?" she asked. Maybe that would lead to why Annie didn't know about the organization.
"Well, a few years ago, my parents and I became very concerned with what kind of blood I had. I hired a detective, and when they found out that I was from such an advanced race, they were very pleased," Annie explained.
"I…I guess they would be," Amy said. "I've never really thought much about our race."
"I wonder what that planet must be like," Annie considered. "All of the girls would look like us. There wouldn't be any irritating people, like this girl at my school. If I were that fat, I would get a liposuction, just out of common courtesy for those around me."
That comment struck Amy as cruel, but Annie had a way of making things sound so funny. "Well, aliens can probably get fat too," Amy said.
"I do not think so," Annie said crossly. "But I don't know."
"Imagine if all the boys looked the same," Amy said.
"You'd forget which ones you had dated already! And people could switch places to trick us. It would all get so very confusing!" Annie said.
Amy wondered if this was okay, for her to be staying with another alien. Still, maybe it was safer, since the Perraults had probably dealt with protecting Annie before. She wondered if Paris was any less gossipy than L.A.