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Two years without Cindy. Jimmy didn't think he'd make it that long, but he did. It was the very day Cindy had gone missing. He, Libby, Sheen, and Carl were meeting up to talk about it later at the Candy Bar. Jimmy really didn't want to but his mom and Libby had assured him it would help. He didn't see how. No one could make the pain he'd felt and still felt about Cindy being gone any better, except for Cindy, and that wasn't going to happen. He'd given up hope. Everyone had.

Ms. Carpenter turned on the news for her current events class that morning, as she always did. Jimmy never really paid attention to the news but something caught his ear.

"Yes, I repeat, fourteen-year-old Cynthia Vortex, missing for two years, has been found ten miles north of Miami, Florida. Her parents will escort Miss Vortex home in two days. When questioned, they had this to say."

The screen turned to Cindy's mom and dad, tears flowing down both of their cheeks. Her dad spoke first, "We are just overjoyed to have our baby back. We hope to return to our normal lives and forget any of this ever happened."

Cindy's mom's voice was shaky, but excited as she said, "Yes, forget it ever happened. Our Cynthia is home!"

She began to cry again and her husband's arms went protectively around his wife's shoulders.

"Mr. And Mrs. Vortex are denying press to question Cynthia at this time," the news announcer came back onto the screen with a happy smile, "But may we from CNN say that we are just as thrilled to have this young lady back home where she deserves to be."

Jimmy just stared at the screen as shouts came from his classmates. Cindy? Coming home? He just couldn't believe it. It had been two years and he was finally getting to see Cindy again!

"Jimmy! Can you believe it? Cindy's coming home!" he heard a ecstatic Libby said beside him.

"No, Libby. I really can't," he said, the suspicion in his voice apparent.

She frowned at him, confused, "I thought you of all people would be glad, Jimmy. What's wrong?"

He didn't know. He really didn't. But he shook it off and smiled, "Nothing, Libby. I am happy."

Even if something was wrong, as something told him it was, he wouldn't upset Libby like he was upsetting himself. She'd been through enough. Let her be happy for the first time in two years. At least, for now.

He threw her in the back of the old Cadillac she'd rode in before, she didn't know how long ago. He seemed angry, even more so than usual. She almost asked him why he was so angry, but thought twice about it. She hated the sound and feel of that hand across her face.

He drove and drove and drove. He finally stopped at a service station and turned to her.

"I'm leaving you here. I want you to tell the owner tomorrow where you're from and who you are. You are to say NOTHING about me! Because if you do, I will come for you. You and all your little friends that you adore so much."

He shoved her from the car, and drove off. She sat down, sick to her stomach again. She waited until the owner came the next morning.

"Who are you, miss?" she asked.

Cindy stared at her before answering, "I don't know."

When Libby was told when Cindy would be getting home, she rushed to Cindy's house to prepare. She put Cindy's room just the way it was before she left: pink fluffy bedspread, computer in the corner, everything. She put Cindy's favorite CD in the CD player in the hallway, and sat Cindy's favorite books on her bed. She picked up Cindy's favorite meal at the Candy Bar and sat it on the table. Finally, she surrounded the meal with Cindy's favorite pictures: one of Libby and Cindy when they started preschool together, one of coming back from Intergalactic Showdown with Sheen, Jimmy, Carl, and Bolbi, and one of Cindy and Jimmy at a booth at the Candy Bar. They were frowning at each other, as if they didn't want to be there, but you could tell they really did.

Libby happened to walk by the bathroom then and looked into the mirror. She had changed in those two years. Would Cindy recognize her? She'd let her black hair grow down to her waist and she wore it down most of the time. She wore a red halter-top and black pants. She quickly rushed to her house and changed into the yellow tank top and blue jean shorts she'd been wearing the day Cindy was kidnapped.

When Libby thought about that day, she frowned at herself. She shouldn't have let Sheen walk her home that day. She should've went to Cindy's as she'd planned and none of this would've happened.

But she quickly shook the thought off for the time being. She needed to be happy when she saw Cindy and Cindy needed to know she was happy. Libby rushed downstairs as she heard the car pull into the driveway.

Everyone began to cheer when Mr. And Mrs. Vortex led a scared, shaking Cindy out of the car. Libby ran out the door and she saw TV crews trying to get Cindy's attention. She grabbed Cindy gently by the hand and pulled her into the house as Mr. And Mrs. Vortex talked to the media crews.

Cindy looked around unknowingly at the house. She didn't speak to her family or Libby, whom was spending the night. Cindy ate dinner quickly, her eyes never leaving the plate, and when she was finished, she cleared her plate and the table.

"Cynthia, you don't have to do that," her mother said.

"Mrs. Vortex, I think it'll be better if we just let her be for now," Libby said.

After dinner, they all went into the living room to watch TV. Cindy denied their offer to sit on the couch, but instead, chose a spot on the floor. She also denied a bath and panicked at the suggestion of going up to bed.

"Don't worry, Cindy," Libby told her, "You don't have to go to bed right now."

"Libby, is she afraid of us?" Mrs. Vortex murmured, weeping slightly.

"No, she's afraid to go to bed."

Cindy laid down on the floor and went to sleep. Libby helped her up to bed and laid down beside her, so happy she was home but wishing she was the old Cindy they knew.

Cindy slept late the next morning. Libby helped Mrs. Vortex make her breakfast. They heard Cindy walk down the stairs a little later, her baby blue nightgown that was once too long for Cindy to wear, now nearly above her knees.

She walked over to her mother and sighed, "Mom, you'll never believe this! Yesterday, I got nominated for seventh grade beauty queen, and Neutron said he can't believe someone would nominate me! Can you believe that?"

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