Chapter 2

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It was all peaceful and quiet for a while. She barely felt any pain. Most of it left when she felt something small and sharp prick her arm. A couple of days later, she felt light and heat. She opened her eyes to find a man standing over her with a small flashlight staring down at her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust.

"Looks like she's coming out of it." The doctor wrote on his clipboard and handed it to the nurse. He moved her arms and legs and asked if she could feel them. He then asked her to move on her own and she did.

"Only my head hurts." she told him. The sides of her face were wrapped in bandages.

"We'll get you something for that. For now, just try to rest." He started to walk out the door.

"I don't know who I am. Can you tell me?" She was hoping she could at least know her own name.

"I'm afraid we haven't been able to identify you." he said in an informative, yet sympathetic manner. "But don't worry. I'm sure we'll find out who you are soon enough. Anything else you would like to know?"

"Yes. There was a man. He found me. He talked to me. Can I see him, please?"

"I'll see if I can locate him. Get some rest." He left. The nurse turned off the light.

The woman laid there. The only memories she had was of a red light and a man who had helped her and she had never gotten to see. She had no idea who she was or where she came from. It was frightening.

'What will happen to me next?' she asked herself.

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Devon stood up as Dr. Hartman walked into the office. The two men shook hands. Dr. Hartman sat behind his desk and had Devon take a seat opposite him.

"Mr. Miles, I'll get down to it. The young lady is malnourished, and has several cuts and bruises which will mend easily. However, the two marks on the side of her head we found are burns."

"Burns?"

"Yes. I'm afraid her brain sustained quite a lot of damage. In all likelihood from a jolt of electricity which has affected her memory. The damage may be irreversible."

"And no word yet on who she is?"

"None, I'm afraid. You work for the Foundation. I was hoping you'd tell me."

Devon shook his head. "We've gone through every agency we can think of and no one matching her description has been reported missing."

"Well," said Dr. Hartman. "She can leave the hospital in a few days. What do we do then? She can't stay here."

Devon thought a moment. "If I can convince her, I'll take her back to the Foundation with me. Maybe a more relaxed environment will help her memory."

"Very well, Mr. Miles. I'll order the medication she'll need and send you the paperwork." But before Devon got out of his chair, the doctor stopped him. "One more thing, Mr. Miles."

"Yes?"

"The paramedics found this in her hand." He reached into a small bag and pulled out a silver necklace covered in dirt. It had a small silver pendant with a silver star surrounded by a circle. In the center of the star was a light blue jewel. "One of them said it took a while to get it out of her grasp."

"That's peculiar." said Devon. "I'll have it cleaned and give it back to the girl. It might help her as well."

Dr. Hartman put the necklace back in the bag. "Good luck, Mr. Miles." he said, handing the bag to him. Devon nodded. He thanked Dr. Hartman and waited to see their patient.

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She relived his voice in her mind. It was the only thing that took her mind off herself. Maybe he knew who she was.

She was so lost in thought, she hadn't noticed an older gentleman walk into the room. "Good afternoon." he said. "Good afternoon." she kindly repeated. He smiled at her. "My name is Devon Miles. I was hoping you and I could sit and talk for a bit."

"Okay." she said, meekly, not knowing why this man would want to talk to her.

Devon sat down in a nearby chair. She looked at him curiously. "I suppose you have a million questions you'd like to ask." She nodded. "Well, I'm here to answer anything that I can."

She looked down for a moment, thinking. Then, she looked over at him. "Do we know each other?" she asked.

"No." said Devon. "But I did help find you that night."

"Then who am I? What's my name? Where do I come from? Who's…where's my family?" she asked. She was on the verge of tears. Devon got up and walked to her bedside. He took her hands in his.

"Please, my dear. Don't upset yourself like this. We're doing the best we can to find out who you are and where your family is."

"We?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'm the Executive Director of an organization called the Foundation for Law and Government. Also known as F.L.A.G. We help people everyday. Some, believe it or not, that are just like you. Actually," he said, sitting on her bedside, "I'd like to discuss the Foundation with you."

"What about it?"

"I've spoken with Dr. Hartman. He says you'll be able to leave the hospital in few days. I was hoping you'd like to come stay at the Foundation while you recover." He waited for her answer.

"Stay at an agency?" she asked.

"Yes. Oh, don't worry. It's not as bad as it sounds. The Foundation's building itself is quite a sight. It's a grand house. You'll be given your own personal bedroom. We also have guesthouses if you would like to move in there later on. There are beautiful gardens, and if you look closely to the West, you can see the ocean. There will be guards on duty around the clock, so no one will disturb you."

She though a moment. It seemed like a nice gesture. "I don't want to put you through any trouble, Mr. Miles."

"Please," he said. "Call me Devon. And it's no trouble. I've missed having someone your age around. Why, there hasn't been many young people at the Foundation since…" He trailed off in thought. His mind flashed back to Michael.

"Since?" the girl asked.

"Oh, uh, never mind that. So, what say you?" he asked.

"Well, I will need somewhere to stay." she said. "Fine." said Devon. "I'll prepare all the arrangements." He got up to leave. "Is there anything else I can get for you? Any other questions I may be able to answer?"

"You said you found me that night. Wasn't another man there? One of the guards, perhaps?" She wanted to know about the voice she had heard that night.

"Perhaps I'll arrange for you two to meet later on." he said. For the moment he didn't know how much she could take emotionally, let alone how to explain Kitt to her. 'I will when the time is right.' he thought. "Anything else?"

"No. Nothing else. Thank you." she said. "You look tired." said Devon. "We'll talk more in a few days. I'll see you then, all right?" "Alright." said the girl. She smiled then closed her eyes. "Goodnight then." Devon said quietly. He closed the door on the way out.

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A few days later, she was able to leave the hospital. Devon arrived around noon to pick her up. "Hello." she said when he entered the room. She noticed that a woman was with him this time. She had darker brown hair and greeted her with a smile.

"Good afternoon. And how are we feeling today?" asked Devon. He pulled his hand from behind his back and gave her a bouquet of white and yellow flowers.

She took them from him. "That's very sweet of you." She handed them to the nurse who went to find something to put them in until she got to the Foundation. "I'm feeling a little better." she said.

"Glad to hear it. I would like to introduce you to someone." He motioned to the woman next to him and she came closer. "My dear, may I introduce to you Dr. Bonnie Barstow. She's worked with FLAG for years."

Bonnie walked over to her and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." said the girl. "Are you a medical doctor, Dr. Barstow?"

Bonnie gave a slight laugh. "Call me Bonnie, and no. I work mainly with computers." She held up a large paper bag. "I've brought you some clothes to wear on your ride back with us."

She helped her to the restroom to change. She pulled out a light gray skirt and a matching white blouse. The girl closed the door behind her. She hated being in front of the mirror when she changed. Whenever she caught a glimpse of her body, she still saw the raw skin, scratches, and bruises. She didn't even bother to look at her head. The burns were still noticeable. She dressed quickly, and put her hair down almost in her face so no one would see them. She saw how the other patients looked at her, and it made her feel awful.

Just as she exited the restroom, Dr. Hartman entered. "Good afternoon everyone. I have Jane Doe's medication and release forms here, Mr. Miles."

"Jane Doe?" the girl asked. 'That must be me.' she thought.

"You know, she's right." said Devon, taking out his reading glasses and a pen. He looked the papers over. "We'll have to give you a name of your very own. Would you like that?"

"Yes, very much."

He read everything over and crossed out the name 'Jane Doe'. He wrote something down. "I rather like the name 'Cara'. It was the name of a girl from my youth. You remind me of her with that red hair of yours."

"Cara." said the woman. "I like that name."

"And how about 'Bennett' for a last name?" offered Bonnie. "It was the last name of my roommate in college."

"Cara Bennett." said Dr. Hartman. "That has a nice ring to it." "Cara Bennett it is then." said Devon, putting his signature on the release forms. He handed them back to Dr. Hartman and they shook hands. "Thank you Mr. Miles." He then turned to his patient. "Good luck, Cara. Don't worry, you'll be in good hands at the Foundation. They have some of the best medical advisors around. They'll keep me updated on your progress and I'll see you in a couple weeks to see how you're coming along." He bid everyone goodbye and left.

Bonnie pushed the wheelchair over to Cara. "Are we all set?" she asked. "Yes, I'm ready." said Cara, getting in. Bonnie pushed her and Devon walked along side them as they made their way to the waiting limo.

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Cara enjoyed the ride back to the Foundation. It was very exciting to be riding in a limousine. She looked out the windows. The trees were starting to change color. She hoped she would be able to see the snow again this year. She shook her head. 'This is California.' she thought. 'Why would I think like that?' Soon enough, they were at the Foundation's front gates. Two guards were there and let them pass. She read the inscription on the gates as they went by: 'Foundation For Law And Government'.

They went up a hill with plenty of trees. She noticed even here the grounds looked well kept. "Here we are." said Devon as the main house came into sight. Cara's jaw dropped as the house came into full view. It was a beautiful brown building with white. They pulled into the round driveway up front. Something was etched in concrete at the top, near the roof: 'KNIGHT'. She couldn't help but wonder what that meant.

The driver stopped the limousine and helped them all out. "Thank you, Nigel." said Devon. "That will be all for this afternoon." The driver tipped his head slightly and went to put the limo away. Cara was still staring at the building. Devon went and offered her his arm. "Shall we, my dear?" "Yes, thank you." she said, accepting his offer. They headed inside with Bonnie following them. She smiled to herself. She loved watching guests' reactions as they admired the Foundation, and all it had accomplished and become. It was also great to see Devon enjoying the company of their new friend. It was sometimes hard to get him excited about anything these days.

Devon led them through the main doors. "Here's the main hall, over there is the study area. Down there is the library, the dinning area, and the main dance hall set aside for charity functions."

Cara was taking it all in. "It's so beautiful."

"Yes, I like to think so." said Devon, proudly.

"Now, Devon," warned Bonnie. "don't wear her out on her first day."

"Oh nonsense, Bonnie. I'll just giver her a quick tour." He winked at her.

"Alright." Bonnie said. "I need to get back to work. Don't wear 'yourself' out either. I'll check up on you later, Cara."

Devon spent the next half hour giving her a tour of the Foundation. He soon led her back outside. They went out the back and down a grassy hill with a paved path. "Down there is our technologies department and laboratories."

Cara noticed a smaller building off to the right. "What that?"

"Oh, that's a garage." He paused. "That's where we found you that night." He looked at her for a reaction.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She felt the pain. She remembered the storm, a red light, a voice. 'His' voice. She had to find him. "Devon…" She felt lightheaded.

"You must be tired, my dear. Maybe I should show you to your quarters where you can rest?"

"I…yes." was all she could say. He lead her back inside and up one of the staircases. They walked a short distance until Devon stopped to open a door. Cara stepped in. It was very lovely. It had orange and pink floral wallpaper and the furniture was light brown. "I hope it's to your liking." said Devon. "Bonnie picked everything out for you."

"Oh, Devon. I love it. Thank you."

"There's new clothes in the closet, over there is a bookcase with a vast array of selections, and a desk. You also have your own bathroom." He pointed to a series of glass windows and two glass doors behind a white curtain. "Over there is a balcony. You can see the entire grounds of the Foundation from there."

She turned to him. "Devon, you and Bonnie shouldn't have gone to this much trouble."

He took her hands in his. "Young lady, it was no trouble at all."

Bonnie appeared at the door with a dish. "Does she like it Devon?" She enjoyed decorating the room for her. Other than Kitt, and sometimes Michael, depending on how he had acted sometimes, she didn't really have a child of her own to do it for. And she always wanted a daughter.

"Bonnie, it's beautiful. Thank you." She hugged her. "And those pink flowers are the perfect touch."

"Flowers? What flowers?" asked Devon.

"Oh, I…uh…" stammered Bonnie. "Those came for Cara. Just someone wanting to wish her well." By the look on Bonnie's face, he didn't have to ask who sent them. It was obvious who had. Kitt had been asking about their guest for days.

"Anyway," Bonnie said, putting the dish down on the small table, "here's your medication. Dr. Hartman says it will make you very tired for a few days, so be careful after you take it."

"Okay." she said. "I'm already feeling tired."

"We'll let you rest then." said Devon as he and Bonnie walked out. "Dinner will be at five."

"I'll be ready. Thank you both, for everything."

They said goodbye and left. Cara closed the door. She went into the bathroom and ran the sink to get a cup of water. 'Never be clean.' she heard a female voice hiss. She dropped the paper cup in the sink and looked around. There was nobody there. She shrugged. She filled up the cup, popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed. Almost instantly, she was feeling the affects of the drug. She went over to the bed and laid down. Soon, she was asleep.

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Voices came through the darkness along with blurred images in her head.

"You're no good. No good at all." came a female voice.

"Why would you do such a horrible thing?" a male yelled at her.

"No!"

"It's okay." She heard the voice of her rescuer. "We'll help you remember."

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Cara opened her eyes. She found herself in the dark. She looked over at the digital clock. 9:45 p.m.! Oh! She didn't mean to oversleep this long! She turned on the lamp and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She washed her face. Dinner had to be over by now She brushed her hair over her bandaged burns.

She was about to head downstairs when the flowers on her nightstand caught her attention. She walked over and read the card.

Get well soon.

From, a friend.

'How thoughtful.' She picked up a flower from the vase, then she went out onto the balcony. It was a beautiful night. And yet, she couldn't help but feel she was being watched.

Kitt observed her from down below. He was about to put himself away when he noticed her. She was holding one of the flowers he had sent to her to feel better. He wanted very much to introduce himself to her, but Devon was right. It was best to wait until she had recovered. Still, he wanted to call out to her, or just have her look his way.

As if reading his thoughts at that very moment, she did.

Cara noticed a large dark form in front of the garage. It suddenly rolled backwards into the building. Curiosity getting the better of her, she put her shoes on and headed downstairs. Nobody stopped her as she made her way to the garage.

She made her way carefully down. She tried opening the side door, but it was locked. She also saw a white box which served as the security system. 'Maybe I can see through the windows.' Standing on tip toes, she peered inside. Suddenly, two headlights came on as did the red light she had seen before. It was starting to come towards her.

Cara took off for the Foundation. She ran past a couple of people in the main hall, then up to her room, slamming the door behind her. She leaned against it, out of breath and near tears.

She was in a strange place and with no idea who she was. No idea where her family was. And now…some weird, haunted 'thing' was living down in the garage.

"I just want to go home." she said to herself.

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"You left her WHERE?" came the man's booming voice. He punched the man sitting in the chair square in the face.

"She's better off there!" came the other man's choked response, blood starting to come from his nose.

"She belongs here with us…with 'me!' And you left the device on her! Could you be anymore stupid!?!" He raised his fist to deliver another blow.

"That's enough, Alex!" came a woman's order. "Perhaps it's better that the girl is gone. I don't see where it matters anymore."

Alex walked over to the woman sitting on the other side of the table, his six foot six inch frame looking down on her. "You would be glad she's gone, wouldn't you? You always were jealous of her." The blonde glared her green eyes at him, then turned away. He then walked over to the other man and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him from the chair by one hand.

"Now, you listen to me. I want her. I want her back." The man struggled as Alex tightened his grip. "You get her back before our project is complete, or I'll turn 'you' into one of my experiments!" With that, he simply let go of the man, dropping him to the floor like a rag doll. "Get him out of here." said the woman. The guards led him out of the interrogation room.

"That idiot!" Alex shouted, pounding his fist onto the table. "He literally left her in the arms of the enemy!"

"Keep your voice down, Alex." said the female. "Everyone will hear you. I don't see why you're carrying on like this. Anyway, from what I read from the reports, she has no memory. We're in the clear. We can continue the experiment without her."

Alex paced back and forth. "I think you fail to see the seriousness of our situation, Dedra. She's bound to regain her memory sooner or later. It's only a matter of time before the Foundation realizes what we're up to here. And remember, she has the activation device. So we can't complete our task without it 'or' her!" He stopped pacing and faced her. "Has that shipment come in yet?"

"No." said Dedra. "But it's due to arrive tomorrow morning. We were very lucky to find that model with such a unique color. I'm amazed FLAG didn't use it for their version."

"Excellent." said Alex. He went over to the window and looked out. "Prepare 'Project S' for transfer. I want it ready for activation when we get our little 'subject' back." She went to complete his orders. Alex was left to his own thoughts as he observed the grounds of CompuTech Industries. "Soon, father." he said. "Soon, I will carry out your life's goal, to destroy the Foundation and the legacy of Wilton Knight, once and for all."

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A knock at the door woke Cara from her restless sleep. She looked at the clock. Nearly nine in the morning. She got up, put on a robe, and opened the door. "Good morning, Cara." came Devon's cheerful voice. "I trust that you slept well?" He was carrying a silver tray.

"Yes." she said, letting him in. "I'm sorry I missed dinner. I was so tired."

"No need to apologize, my dear. You need your rest to recover." He set the tray on her table, then motioned for her to sit down. "Compliments of Jacob, our wonderful chef." He uncovered the tray.

She didn't think she had seen such a meal before. "Oh Devon! It all looks so good." She hadn't realized until then how hungry she was. Her stomach nearly growled at the sight of the pancakes, sausages, and fruit.

"I had a feeling you'd have an appetite this morning. Eat up. Feel free to explore outside if you like. If you need anything at all, my office is down the hall, onto your right." He started to leave.

"Devon?"

"Yes?"

"That garage where I was found…what's in there?"

"A car. Why do you ask?" Devon tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"Does it belong to the other man who found me?" she asked.

"In a way, yes and no. It really belongs to the Foundation." He was very careful with his answers. "Anything else, Cara?"

"No, Devon. And thank you for this delicious breakfast."

"You're welcome. I'll see you this afternoon." He left her to her meal.

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"Of all the no good…!"

Bonnie turned to see Tony Jackson walk up the path. He was covered nearly head to toe in mud. He was walking carefully with his arms out so as not to fall down. "Tony!" she exclaimed. "Where's Kitt?"

"Don't you mention that no good tin can to me! It was all his fault!"

"Did someone mention my name?" Kitt asked slyly, pulling up to them. He was half covered in mud himself.

"You!" said Tony. "You did this on purpose!"

"I beg to differ, Mr. Jackson. It's not 'my' fault you closed the driver's door improperly."

"This car's been giving me an attitude from the moment we got out of the driveway. I told him to can it, and guess what he does. Go on! Guess!" he shouted at Bonnie.

"What?"

"He flings open my door, makes a hard left turn, and throws me out!"

"There is no need to shout, Mr. Jackson. And for the record, I didn't 'throw' you out. You simply 'fell' out."

"You're damn lucky I landed ina mud puddle and not the road." He paused. "Or did you throw me into the mud on purpose?" Kitt didn't answer. The scanner flashed with mischief. Bonnie started to laugh. "Oh! Oh! You all think this is funny?" Tony continued to carry on. "I should sue this organization for…"

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson." interrupted Devon. He was quite surprised to see the normally calm Jackson covered in mud and raving like a lunatic. "I see your test run with the Knight 2000 went…uh…" He looked him up and down. "as expected?"

"That's it, Devon! I quit. Find someone else!"

"Good riddance." said Kitt. Tony glared at the car, then started to walk away.

Devon went after him. "Oh, please, Tony! I'm sure whatever it was, Kitt didn't mean it."

Tony turned to face him. "Mr. Miles, I never in all my life! I'll tell you this much. You want to find a pilot for that car? Rip the computer out and 'maybe' you'll have a chance!" He walked off in a huff. Bonnie walked over to Kitt and stroked his hood. It had to hurt him to hear such a comment.

"Confound it, Kitt!" said Devon, walking back to them. "That's the fourth candidate this month that's walked off. Do you have any idea how important this is?"

"Yes, Devon. I apologize."

"As well you should. If I fail to come up with a new operative in the next few weeks, we'll lose the special funding that's been keeping the Foundation alive. Then where will we be? Where will the Foundation be?"

"I'm sorry, Devon." Kitt tried to say. "It's just that…"

"I know you miss Michael, Kitt." Devon interrupted. "We all do. But the fact is that it's been eighteen years and he clearly has no interest in FLAG. We're lucky to even have Reginald come back for a case once in a while. Now, please, stop causing trouble. Bonnie, get him cleaned up." He walked away.

Bonnie left to get the hose hooked up and came back with a sponge, a bucket, and several cleaning materials. She started to clean. "Kitt, look at this mess." she said, starting to giggle again.

"Humph." Kitt grunted, aggravation in his voice.

"What's wrong?" asked Bonnie.

"I wasn't even going to mention Michael." he said, sounding angry and hurt.

She stopped what she was doing. "What is it then?"

"It's just that…well…I want a say in who my new partner should be. Is that so much?" He had spent a lot of time thinking about it. Eighteen years with different partners, and he never felt as close to any of them as he did with Michael. RC was the only one he had even had a friendship with. Everyone else had treated him like a machine.

Bonnie patted the side of his hood. "Oh, Kitt. I know what you mean. I don't want just anyone to come in and fill Michael's shoes. But we have to find someone. I have a feeling Devon's under a different deadline as well." She went quiet.

"Yes, Bonnie." he said. "I've noticed the change in Devon myself lately."

"He didn't mean to be so hard on you, Kitt." continued Bonnie. "He's just tired. But, boy, he's sure taking a liking to Cara. And by the looks of those flowers…so have you."

He perked up at the mention of her name. "Did she like them?"

"Yes, Kitt. She liked them. She said they were the perfect touch to her room." She thought as she reached into the bucket with the sponge. "She's so small and quiet. And pale."

"I was able to scan her that night, Bonnie." said Kitt. "She did appear sickly, but she isn't anemic. I wonder what would cause a person to appear like that." He didn't mention he had gotten a good look at her the night before.

"Someone must really have mistreated her." Bonnie said. "She's so shy and alone. We have to make her comfortable while she's here."

"You've done more than enough, Bonnie." Bonnie turned to see Cara come up from behind her. "Who are you talking to?"

"Just to myself. How are you feeling today?" she asked her.

"Good." She looked at the black car Bonnie was cleaning off. "Wow. What happened?"

"Just a little 'driving mishap'". said Bonnie. Cara continued to stare at the Trans Am. Despite the mud, it really was beautiful. She fought the urge to run her hands over it. She walked around to the front. She was startled to see the familiar red light at the front of the car.

"Bonnie," she asked, nervously, "what's this light over here?"

Bonnie looked up. "Oh, that's the scanner."

"Scanner? Cars don't have scanners." She continued to stare, wondering if she should run away again.

"Most don't. But none have one like that. In fact, Kitt is truly one of a kind."

"Kitt?" asked Cara. "What's a 'kitt'?"

"You're looking at it." Bonnie stood and walked over to her. "Cara Bennett, may I introduce to you the Knight Industries Two Thousand. K.I.T.T. for short." Cara watched as the scanner flashed brightly and tracked faster. All the lights and buttons flashed on and off. Bonnie knew it was Kitt's way of saying hello, and showing off, but Cara just seemed more confused.

She walked over and looked through the windows. "Wow." she said. "Look at that dashboard. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this." But at that moment a small flashback came back to her. She was standing at the foot of a large machine. It had a large screen and buttons similar to the ones in the car. A soft female voice spoke to her. "Thelma and Louise." she said.

"Sorry?" asked Bonnie, watching her.

"Oh…um…" Just then, Kathy, the secretary, came over to them. "Bonnie, there's a call for you in the main hall."

"Thanks, Kathy." Bonnie said. "Cara, look I'll be right back. Will you keep an eye on Kitt while I'm gone?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Thanks. Watch him carefully. He's been up to no good today." She followed Kathy indoors.

"Wait! He? Bonnie!" But it was too late. She stood there for a moment looking at the car. "So," she said, "I bet it was 'you' who scared me last night, wasn't it?"

'I didn't mean to.' thought Kitt. 'That's the last thing I wanted. You ran away before I could introduce myself.'

She walked around the car. "Maybe I can clean you up. It's the least I can do for Bonnie and Devon since they've been so good to me." Somehow, it didn't seem odd to her that she was talking to a car. And for some odd reason, the car seemed familiar to her. But she shook her head. She then grabbed to the bucket and sponge and started to clean. Kitt was surprised at how gentle she was. She made her way back to the front. She washed the prow and the headlights, then stopped at the scanner.

"You know, you don't seem so scary up close." She knelt down. She started to reach out, then hesitated. Was it safe? She leaned closer and moved her hands across the top of the scanner, watching the light follow her fingers.

Kitt felt himself relax at her touch. Other than April and Bonnie, no one had ever treated him so softly. And he felt as though he had known her from somewhere before. Her fingers were very gentle as she traced the light pattern. "Ahhh." he sighed, the sound coming from his voice box without him realizing it.

Cara stood up and looked around. 'What was that?' she thought. 'It sounded like…no. It couldn't be. There's no one here.' She kept washing. In no time at all, Kitt was almost clean. She made her way back to the front. There was still one spot that was giving her trouble. She got the hose and tried to get it off.

The water trickled down into a place under the hood where Kitt could store it. He decided to have some fun with her. He moved a small pump which made water come flying out, splashing Cara. "Hey! No fair! It's your bath remember?" She laughed and turned on the hose full blast. 'At least she has a sense of humor.' He stored the water again and rolled forward.

Cara was amazed to see the car could move by itself. It sprayed her again. "Hey!" She kept the water on him. They were so caught up, neither noticed she was about to trip on the hose. As Kitt rolled forward, she backed up. In a split second, she lost her footing and landed in the large fountain behind her. Kitt scanned her. He was relieved to see she wasn't hurt and that she was even laughing. Cara got out of the fountain, dripping wet. "Guess I don't need swimming lessons." she said.

Bonnie walked over to her. "Are you okay, Cara?" she asked. She had seen the whole thing from behind a tree.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Bonnie." said Cara, looking herself over. "But 'Kitt' doesn't play fair at water wars."

Bonnie laughed. "How about you change into something dry before you catch cold?"

"Sounds like an idea." She headed inside. She turned around. "Goodbye, Kitt." she called. "Maybe I'll see you around."

'I'm looking forward to it.' he thought.

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