Chapter 4. . . Thanks for the reviews, guys. you rock it hardcore.
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"Bingo!" Cuddles cried, scanning the computer file excitedly. Giggles jumped. "You found it?" she asked, ecstatic.
"I think so."
The girls hurried over to the monitor. They had been searching on Missing Person sites for the past week, but hadn't gotten very far with only a first name and vague history. Cuddles clicked the link. The description matched the girl they had been looking for.
Giggles pointed to a spot on the screen. "There's a photo, too."
Her friend opened it. Sure enough, the photo was of the very same feline.
"Is it her?"
Cuddles nodded.
"Ooh," Petunia breathed. "She's beautiful."
Giggles quickly took out a pen and wrote down the listed phone number. "Come on, you guys. Let's go."
The phone was ringing.
Misty groaned and rolled over. "Damn telemarketers. . ." she muttered, trying to shake the sleep from her thoughts. She picked up the reciever. "Yeah?"
A shy, nervous voice answered. "Uh. . . h-hi. You don't know me, but-"
The lavender cat cut him off. "Who is this, and what do you want?" She heard scrambling and faint voices on the other end, and a female spoke next. "Listen, lady. You don't know who we are. We don't know much about you, either. But we do know someone you know- er, used to know, who we think you'd be interested in seeing again."
Misty's heart skipped a beat. "Who? Who do you know?"
"Come and find out."
Her stormy blue eyes narrowed. "You think I'm gonna give in THAT easily, kid? What makes you think I'm going to hop the next train to wherever the hell it is you live, just to meet someone you won't even tell me the name of?!"
More arguing and scrambling. Then, the same voice came back on. "We can't tell you who it is."
"And why not?"
"It could be dangerous."
She sighed. "Fine. I'll go. Where are you?"
After she had gotten the address, Misty promptly hung up. She then laid back and closed her eyes, thinking for the first time about what she had just done. Why had she agreed to meet these people, anyway? She sniffed. Well, if they had contact with who she thought they did- and she was almost never wrong- how could she have refused?
She licked her lips, deep in thought. Remembering. Oh, how she had longed these many years to see him again. . . Actually, this recent opportunity to do just that had come as a surprise to her. Why? She had thought, since that night so long ago, that the only person she had ever truly loved was dead.
Misty laughed, thinking out loud. "So, the sneaky bastard got away after all."
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"Bingo!" Cuddles cried, scanning the computer file excitedly. Giggles jumped. "You found it?" she asked, ecstatic.
"I think so."
The girls hurried over to the monitor. They had been searching on Missing Person sites for the past week, but hadn't gotten very far with only a first name and vague history. Cuddles clicked the link. The description matched the girl they had been looking for.
Giggles pointed to a spot on the screen. "There's a photo, too."
Her friend opened it. Sure enough, the photo was of the very same feline.
"Is it her?"
Cuddles nodded.
"Ooh," Petunia breathed. "She's beautiful."
Giggles quickly took out a pen and wrote down the listed phone number. "Come on, you guys. Let's go."
The phone was ringing.
Misty groaned and rolled over. "Damn telemarketers. . ." she muttered, trying to shake the sleep from her thoughts. She picked up the reciever. "Yeah?"
A shy, nervous voice answered. "Uh. . . h-hi. You don't know me, but-"
The lavender cat cut him off. "Who is this, and what do you want?" She heard scrambling and faint voices on the other end, and a female spoke next. "Listen, lady. You don't know who we are. We don't know much about you, either. But we do know someone you know- er, used to know, who we think you'd be interested in seeing again."
Misty's heart skipped a beat. "Who? Who do you know?"
"Come and find out."
Her stormy blue eyes narrowed. "You think I'm gonna give in THAT easily, kid? What makes you think I'm going to hop the next train to wherever the hell it is you live, just to meet someone you won't even tell me the name of?!"
More arguing and scrambling. Then, the same voice came back on. "We can't tell you who it is."
"And why not?"
"It could be dangerous."
She sighed. "Fine. I'll go. Where are you?"
After she had gotten the address, Misty promptly hung up. She then laid back and closed her eyes, thinking for the first time about what she had just done. Why had she agreed to meet these people, anyway? She sniffed. Well, if they had contact with who she thought they did- and she was almost never wrong- how could she have refused?
She licked her lips, deep in thought. Remembering. Oh, how she had longed these many years to see him again. . . Actually, this recent opportunity to do just that had come as a surprise to her. Why? She had thought, since that night so long ago, that the only person she had ever truly loved was dead.
Misty laughed, thinking out loud. "So, the sneaky bastard got away after all."