Chapter Three

Silence is Golden and Has Green Eyes

I do not own WHR, though I wish I did.

I know that Zaizan's presence comes as a major shock, but all will be explained. I think that this next chapter will please everyone. I like it. It shifts to the POV of the little girl and her mute companion as they prepare to meet Amon at the diner. It's a little short but I felt that it was a chapter in it's own right.

Kyra walked into the hotel room. She looked at her traveling companion. The blond woman was sitting at the tiny table the room provided, reading a book while sipping on espresso.

"Well, our meeting is scheduled. I don't know why you want to see this guy. He is, after all, a murderer."

The woman looked up and gave a simple soft smile. She set down her book and brought her hand to her heart.

"I know. I know. You believe with all your heart that he can help you remember something, anything about your life before...I just hope you realize what you're doing."

The woman opened her arms to the child and smiled. Kyra flew into her arms and returned the hug. Out of the corner of her eye, Kyra noticed a series of photographs lying on the table.

"May I see those?"

The woman nodded. Kyra snatched up the pictures and situated herself onto the woman's lap. Most of the pictures were taken here in Europe, but it did not look like Ireland. In many of them was what appeared to be a monastary or a church. A priest was in a few of them holding the hand of a little girl with blond hair and green eyes.

"Is this little girl you?"

The woman shrugged and shook her head.

"So you can't remember that either?"

The woman's face grew sad and her eyes welled with tears.

"Don't cry. You know I hate it when you do that. We'll see this Amon guy, and he'll help, I hope. And who knows, maybe simply seeing him again will jog your memory."

Kyra reached out her hand to the woman's and smiled.

The woman placed her other hand on the child's and smiled softly.

Kyra returned to looking at the pictures. The last one was of the woman and Amon by a sign in front of a building that said "Raven's Flat.' The back of the picture had something handwritten, a quality the others all lacked. It read simply, "Amon and Robin at the STN-J"

"So this is what you based your whole search on. Why haven't you ever shown them to me? Do you think you're a murderer too?"

Robin shrugged. She appeared to be confused for a moment. She then reached for the tiny pad of paper she always kept handy and the pen that lay right next to it. After writing profusely for a moment, she handed the girl the paper. "I suppose so. If I can't remember then maybe I am. This picture is all I know. Maybe he can tell me who the priest and the little girl are."

"And since the files we found at that Raven's Flat place said he was here, you booked our flight and our train."

Robin nodded.

"For your sake, and mine, I hope you can trust him."

Robin stood and walked to the hotel mirror near the bathroom. She put her hair up in the same style pigtails she had worn the day that picture had been taken. 'Did I wear my hair like this all of the time, or just that day? Amon, please help me, Robin thought.

When she turned, Kyra was sound asleep on one of the beds. It was just as well. Tonight would prove to be long.

'I suppose I could put on some makeup.'

Robin went back to the mirror and carefully applied some very light, natural makeup. She was already dressed in her black dress. Would Amon even recognize her? With any luck he would. Still she could not shake this overwhelming sorrow and fear she had. Who had he been to her? Why had he not searched for her?

See I told you it would be short. Sorry about that. I kinda jumped around there in the end. Well, at least you know that Robin is indeed alive, (had you any doubt?) and somewhat well. But who is Kyra? And why is she so smart and mature? Hmm...The meeting is in the next chapter I promise. See you there.