He awoke to a noise. Just a little noise. He opened his eyes and wondered if everything that had happened yesterday was just a dream. He ran a hand through his freshly cut hair. Well I guess that proves it. He turned to his left and spotted her looking up at the doorknob. He had many locks. When your an assassin, you need to protect yourself. A.K.A.: putting seven locks on your door.

He walked over to her silently. She still heard him. She didn't even move. Then the silence was broken. "Why do you have so many locks?" she said.

He just towered over her. He was so big and she was so.........small. Then he looked at his locks. They were all unlocked. So that's what had awoken him. She was still staring at all of the locks when knelt down beside her and looked at the locks. He reached out to the top lock and locked it, then the 2nd, then the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th-click. She had locked the 7th one. Her little hand was still on the lock. She looked serious and so very very sad.

"A month ago I killed my father."

'What?' he thought.

"Or that's what the kids at the orphanage think. I over heard the adults talking. Everyone hates me. What happened was that I...............was sad and angry at my mother for calling me worthless. So I ran but I didn't get far. My dad ran after me and called for me to come back so I stopped. I was stupid enough to stop in the middle of the street. He talked to me and convinced me to come back, but I wasn't fast enough. A truck came and took him away from me. It was supposed to take me.....to heaven...................but it took him instead. It's been a month, but I don't think that I'll get over it. It's too hard. My birthday was only a month away, and he's gone. Do you have........any idea how much pain I'm in right now?"

He nodded. His mother had died so close to his 7th birthday and he ran away. He turned 7 eventually but his mother's smiling face wasn't there to greet him.

"You don't talk do you?" he heard Caroline say.

'She's too smart for a 7 year old.' He shook his head. 'She is a bit more intelligent for her age, but I was like that at her age. She reminds me of someone..................................maybe.......me?'

"I don't have anything. To wear, I mean. Or to um, I, to um, eat either."

He was pretty low on supplies, and yes, she did need clothes. He went into the next room to get a notepad and pen. 'I am going to the store right now. If you want to come just say so.'

"I'll stay here."

He wrote something down. 'You're seven.'

"I can take care of myself."

He wrote down one more thing. 'I need your sizes.'

"My shirt size is a small and so is my jean size."

He motioned for her to turn around so she did. He reached into her dress, pulled out the tag, and wrote down her dress size. With that he took one last look at her and unlocked all of the locks one more time. He ripped out one of the pages and gave it to her.

'Lock these behind me.' And he closed the door leaving her by herself.

"Why am I so alone?" she sighed and began to lock all of the doors.

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