A/N: Oh, my gosh everybody, I am so sorry.  As Angelsmile dutifully pointed out to me, it has been over a month since I last updated.  I would like to make my excuses however.  First I was in the Grand Canyon for my 8th grade trip, and then right after I got back I headed off to Virginia.  Well, I got home from Virginia and homework and everything was really crazy, because exams were coming up.  About that time I figured out that my computer has a virus.  Yes, that's right, I can't use my own internet.  Not much fun is it?  So I'm writing this from Hawaii (lucky me, it's a great way to start summer vacation) and singing praises that I passed all my exams.  I HATE ALGEBRA!  Whew, ok.  So anyways, for your patience you get two chapters!  Some of you may hate me when I'm done, but I just had to do it this way.  So enjoy, and please review!

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Ana had plenty of time to think about what Boromir had told her.  He had said she had to decide whose voice to listen to.  What did he mean by that?

Sighing, she shook her head in frustration.  She had been pondering on his words all night and all day.  Now they were in the boats again, and had passed through the Argonath.  Aragorn said he thought they would camp at Amon-Hen.

In the boat with Gimli, Legolas was also doing some serious thinking.  The way he saw it, Ana had decided she wanted nothing to do with him.  Even as a friend she had pulled away, the closeness they had once shared gone in a moment.

Well, fine, he thought, if that's the way she wants to be then I'll go along with it.  Who says I need her anyway?

He chose to ignore the fact that he was lying to himself.  Life was so much easier if you could just learn to overlook the things that upset you.

Aragorn was preoccupied with the things that lay ahead.  So many unknowns clouded his vision.  Oh, how he wished Gandalf were there to help him see the way.  But Gandalf was gone, and the decisions were all up to him.

When they reached the crossing in the river, Aragorn called a halt and the boats were pulled up on the bank.  They would wait until nightfall to try and cross since Orcs patrolled the opposite shore.  Though Legolas was uneasy, the man would not change his mind.

Tempers were high and all were restless as they waited for the next move.  Frodo decided to take a walk, and soon Ana noticed that Boromir was gone as well.  A sense of foreboding filled her and she hurried to Aragorn.

"Mellonamin, tiro.  Frodo and Boromir are not here."  My friend, look.

The man glanced around sharply, and called for everyone to spread out and start looking for the two.  Ana followed Legolas, grabbing her bow and arrows as she went, her sword already at her side.

While they were still searching for the two, the horn of Gondor began blowing.

"Boromir!" exclaimed Legolas.  "Aphado nin."  Follow me

Ana nodded curtly and ran after the Elf, easily keeping pace with him.  She was shocked at the sight that met her sensitive eyes when they came upon Boromir.  Surrounded by orcs, he was fighting fiercely to protect Merry and Pippin.

Legolas flung himself into the battle, and after a split second Ana followed suit.  Their arrows flew straight and true, until finally they were forced to move to hand to hand combat.

Sleek, deadly elvish weapons sang as they arced and met enemy flesh time and time again.  But Boromir still fought on, more bravely than even the two immortals.

Ana screamed in horror when she saw an Uruk-hai's arrow find its mark in Boromir's chest.  Still he fought. 

A sharp stinging pain in her forearm alerted Ana to another enemy and she whirled to face it, cleanly sending its head flying into a tree.  Another arrow hit Boromir and he crumpled to the ground.  Again he got up and kept fighting!

Ana thought Boromir might never be finished, when it happened.  A third arrow found embedded itself in the man and he fell to the ground.  Her breath caught in her throat as she dealt with her last enemy, when she saw Merry and Pippin being carried off and the head Uruk stand over Boromir, arrow notched and string taught. 

Her sigh of relief when he removed the arrow had barely begun when Aragorn came hurtling through the trees.  The Uruk fought him, and for a moment things seemed to be going badly for her friend.  Just when she thought they might lose two in one day, Aragorn beheaded the foul being and rushed to Boromir's side.

Too overcome with grief to hear what was being said, Ana tried to ease her new friend's passing.  All her strength went into trying to make his last moments somewhat pleasant ones.  So absorbed was she in her task that she failed to notice Legolas and Gimli approach.  There was a rushing sound in her ears equal to the noise of the nearby Anduin.

Ana started in surprise when she felt Legolas slide his arm around her shoulders.  Stiffly she moved aside, separating herself from the other two, leaving a very disturbed Elf behind her.

She watched with a cool detachment as Aragorn said his final farewell to Boromir, and walked over to them.

"They took Merry and Pippin," he said gravely.

Odd, she thought, everyone I begin to get close to leaves.

"Frodo!" Legolas exclaimed.

The remaining companions ran to the river in time to see two hobbits run their boat up on the opposite bank.

And yet another parting.

Aragorn refused to cross and follow them.  His goal was to recover Merry and Pippin.

Ana felt oddly detached, separated from the others by some invisible barrier.

Without really registering what was going on, she followed the others back up the dreadful hill.  Running was easy and left time to think.  It was because of her, she decided, that Gandalf and Boromir were dead, just like…

No! She wouldn't think about that.  Not now, not ever.  Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away and the memory would cease to be so hauntingly clear.

For three days they ran, never seeing another being.  Gimli began to give up hope, and even Legolas began to wonder, though he kept up a strong outward appearance to help Aragorn.

But Ana never gave up hope.  She never had any to begin with.

Then one day Legolas spied the orcs, far off in the distance.  Ana could have seen them more clearly.  But she didn't want to look.

Just when Ana actually began to bore of running across the plains of Rohan, when she was sure that all she would find would be their bodies, if that, something happened.  A group of men on horseback came from behind them, and the four dove into a small covering of rocks.

When the group had thundered past, Aragorn leapt out of their hiding place and shouted to the riders.  They turned and came back to them, enclosing them in a hostile circle.  How did they know it was hostile?  There were spears about a foot from their noses.

"What are a man, two elves, and a dwarf doing in the Riddermark?" asked a man in a helmet with a long, white horse tail flowing from the top.

He stepped forward into the circle and peered down at them.  A sneer was evident in his voice, making it decidedly unpleasant.  It struck Ana how coarse human voices, those who had not been raised with the elves like Aragorn, were.

"Give me your name, horse master, and I shall give you mine," Gimli demanded.

"I would chop off your head, Dwarf," he sneered dismounting, "if it stood but a little higher from the ground."

Legolas threw himself into the exchange, exclaiming, "You would die before your stroke fell."  He notched an arrow in his bow before the words had properly left his mouth.

"Legolas, no! Dartho!" Ana cried, as Aragorn stepped forward and lowered the elf's bow.  Gently admonishing him, Aragorn began to play diplomat.   Stop

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathron, this is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm.  Also with us is Ariana, Sensor of Emotion, One of the Lost.  We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden your king."

Ana became distracted by all the emotions around her while the man, he said his name was Eomer, continued to talk with Aragorn.  Amidst the shock, confusion, and sadness she sensed a restless understanding.

Moving over to Aragorn, she tugged on his sleeve.  "They know where the other Lost Sensors are.  I can feel it, they're close.  They call to me."

All eyes fixed on her as she spoke with Aragorn.  Finally Eomer said, "Yes, we have found the Lost Ones.  They stay here, waiting for the last.  The three camp near Edoras." 

"Three?" Ana questioned.  "Shouldn't there be two?  I was told that there would only be three, counting myself."

Eomer nodded and said, "There were originally only three Sensors.  But one of them had twins, and so the powers are distributed between them.  Gandalf told me many stories when I was young, and the story of the Sensors was my favorite."

Ana made a quick decision and threw caution to the wind asking, "Can you take me to the others?"

Immediately she felt the eyes of her three companions boring into her back.  Still she waited for Eomer's answer.

"Yes, I can tell you the way, and probably even send a guide.  If that is all right with your companions?"

Turning, Ana looked at Aragorn, stubbornly keeping her eyes from seeing the hurt expression she knew Legolas would wear.

"Ana, I'm not sure this is such a good idea.  You don't know what awaits you.  And remember, you pledged your allegiance to the Fellowship.  Can you just leave without a backwards glance?"

"It won't be forever, Aragorn, I will find you again, and hopefully I will have the others with me.  Estel, I've never belonged anywhere in my whole life.  Maybe this time will be different.  Maybe I'll find what I've always wanted: a real family."

Sighing, Aragorn stared off into the distance until turning back to the girl in front of him.  Not much more than a child really.  She reminds me of myself before Lord Elrond took me, and before I learned what I was meant to be.

"If this is what you need to do, then I want you to go.  It is like my old friend Bilbo said, 'Not all who wander are lost'.  The saying does not only apply to me.  I have full confidence you will find who you are and where you belong."

Ana could feel tears pricking in her eyes at Aragorn's words.

"Hannon le, mellon nîn.  I will find you again."   Thank you, my friend

Turning back to Eomer she said, "Well, I guess that means I'm going.  Namarië, Legolas.  Goodbye, Gimli.  Thank you again, Estel."   Farewell

Calling to some horses in the back Eomer said, "May these horses bear you to better fortune than their previous masters.  Look for your friends, but do not trust or hope.  They have forsaken this land."

A conflicting feeling of regret and hope filled her, leaving a bittersweet tear in her eye.  Feeling a hand on her shoulder she whirled around and faced a boy about her own age, holding two horses.

"This is Moonstar.  She will be your horse for as long as you need her.  I am your guide, Aeron.  I will make sure you get safely to your… well, to the others."

"You are very kind to help me like this.  How soon will we get to the camping place?"

Aeron got a thoughtful look on his face and replied, "For me it is about a day's ride.  For an inexperienced rider it might take two."

Ana smirked softly and said, "I believe I might be able to make it in a day."

With that she swung up onto her horse and looked expectantly at her guide.  He had a flustered expression on his face, but with a respectful nod at Eomer he mounted his horse and motioned for Ana to follow him.

She felt her veins heat, like alcohol warming the blood in every part of her body.  The wind wrapped around her, pulling her forward, and the movements of the powerful horse beneath her gave her new energy.

It's amazing how we never realize how much we love something until we don't have it anymore.  In the same way, during that ride Ana realized how wrong she had been to give up riding.  Sure, she needed to put her past behind her, but not the happy memories.  Only the ones about when she had…

"No," she said softly to herself.  "I'm not going to think about that.  It's ancient history."

But the past cannot be shoved away so easily.  Ana's memories were only subdued for the time being.  And everyone knows that suppressing memories only makes them stronger when they finally do appear.

Aeron was surprised at how well his new companion rode.  Her seat was as good as any Rohan man's.  Then again, perhaps it wasn't so surprising.  After all, she was very elf-like.  Somehow he couldn't be scared of her the way he had been taught to fear the elves.

"You are sad," Ana said suddenly.  "You miss your home and your family, and… your king.  Tell me, is he not well?"

"No, he is far from well.  He knows nothing but what his aide tells to him.  Now you tell me, how did you know that?"

"I read you.  I apologize if it was forward of me, but I like to know who I'm traveling with.  I can't really read your mind, just your emotions and really strong thoughts sometimes."

"Have you ever read anybody's mind?"

"Once.  But we were so close, such good friends, well, it just seemed normal."

Ana thought with a hint of remorse, that she might never have a bond like that again.  But she had to end it.  She had always been so careful not to get close, then Legolas…  She wouldn't let herself hurt him, too.  Sometimes it's better to hurt for a while than to cease existing at all.

"The camp is just over this hill," Aeron said.  "I leave you here; so much power together worries me slightly."

"I understand, Aeron.  Thank you for helping me, and I hope that soon you can come home to your family.  Safe travels."

"Thank you, Lady Ariana.  I trust you will find what you're looking for."

And with a smile and a nod he was gone.  Ana hoped that he would be safe until the horrible war was over, and could go home to the life he had known.

Taking a deep breath she urged Moonstar forward up over the small hill.  Down in a small valley was a small circle of blankets draped over rocks and sticks making a crude tent.  There were three tents, and one of them seemed to serve as a kitchen so the others must be bedrooms.

All of a sudden a head popped out from behind one of the bedroom tents.  Ana caught a flash of auburn curls before the head popped back down. 

In a moment the head reappeared, attached to a 15 year old girl.  She called something and a moment later a boy stuck his head out from inside the kitchen tent.  Uncoiling his tall frame he stepped out, blinking when his eyes were struck by the harsh sunlight.

Ana rode down close to the circle and dismounted, carefully tethering her horse to a small tree, and stepped forward to meet the two.

Her first thought was that there was no way these could be the twins.  The boy had sparkling hazel eyes, and longish, straight black hair.  He was slightly muscular and extremely tan.  The girl had curly auburn hair, soft brown eyes, and terribly sun burned skin that seemed to mix with her freckles.

Suddenly Ana was very scared about what was going to happen.  Talking to new people had never been easy for her, and she had no idea where to start.  Luckily the boy stared for her.

"Who are you?  What are you doing here?"

"I… I'm Ana.  I'm the last Sensor.  The Sensor of Emotion.  Please, tell me that you're the others."

"Kyle, stop scaring her.  Can't you see she's tired?  And injured.  Has anyone looked at that gash on your forearm?  It should be treated right away.  Come with me and I'll take care of it."

Ana let the girl lead her into the tent she had identified as the kitchen tent.  Watching the two move around the tent (it was more spacious than the exterior appeared), she wondered which was which.  She assumed that the girl was Health, which would make the boy belonging.  But which one had the twin?

"I'm Aimee, Sensor of Healing, Health, whatever.  I got dropped into M.E., that's what we call it, about three months ago by Earth time.  I landed in the edge of Rohan and we came here after I found Kyle and his sister."

So it was Kyle who had the twin.  And she was a girl.  How interesting.

It was then that Kyle spoke. 

"Sorry if I sounded kind of harsh earlier, but we have to be wary.  Some of the people here are a scared of us, and while I don't think they would do anything stupid like attack us, my sister is more paranoid than I."

While he talked Aimee had been cleaning the gash on Ana's arm and she felt a tingling sensation on her arm as Aimee held some herbs on it.  Speaking some soft words, she removed her hand.  When Ana looked down at her forearm the wound had all but disappeared.

"Wow.  That's awesome.  I wish I could heal people like that.  My gift seems so pointless compared to something like that."

"None of our gifts are pointless, Ana.  Aimee may heal people's bodies, but you can heal their spirits.  Just like Morgaina and I can make them feel as though they are special and mean something to other people.  Make them belong."

Ana hadn't expected something that deep from Kyle, and she realized that all she had about him were assumptions.  That she would need to wait and really get to know the person he was before she was surprised at anything he did.

Before she could reply to Kyle's thoughtful analysis, someone burst into the tent.

"Kyle, Aimee!  There's a strange horse tethered outside and…"

Her eyes fell on Ana and narrowed.  The posture and expression that had screamed nervousness and worry only seconds before slid into an icy detachment and cool calculation.

"And who is this?  Miss America?  What do you think gives you the right to come and make yourself at home in our camp?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm the Sensor of Emotion.  And right now yours are giving me a freaking headache!"

Kyle and Aimee shot a nervous glance at each other before Kyle got up and said, "Whoa, there.  Easy ladies.  Let's at least try and be civil.  Morgaina, this is Ana, the last Sensor.  Ana, this is my sister Morgaina."

They still stood glaring daggers at each other until Aimee spoke up remarking, "Come on, y'all, you have to get along.  We're supposed to be like family, not enemies!"

Grudgingly Ana stuck out her hand saying, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you by being here.  I just came looking for the rest of my… whatever we are."

Cool eyes regarded her for a moment before a stiff jab in the ribs from Kyle made Morgaina stick out her hand and touch Ana's briefly before jerking it back.

"Yeah, well, I guess I could've been a little less judgmental.  But still, they shouldn't have brought you in here without talking to me first."

With that the girl turned on her companions, giving Ana time to study her.  And what a study it was.  Morgaina had the same ebony hair Kyle did, but hers hung down past her shoulders and had a slight wave.  Her skin was a smooth ivory, with a touch of tan as though she spent time outdoors but mostly avoided sunlight.

It was her eyes though that worried Ana, even more than her thin flexible mouth and tall graceful body.  They were a grey color, but they seemed to have streaks of a forest green running through them.  The edges seemed to be the same color as her hair, making the shade more pronounced.

Morgaina had obviously had some beauty products from Earth with her when she dropped in M.E. because she was wearing dark black eye liner and a silvery-grey eye shadow.  One streak of her black hair was died a deep blood red color, and she was wearing clothes from home.  It wasn't a style Ana would have wanted to copy.

Her pants were baggy black skater pants with numerous chains hung in various places.  Black boots covered her feet and her shirt… It was black like everything else with the words "You suck… and that's sad."  Morgaina's expression matched the phrase on her shirt.  The smirk she bore could have wilted a flower.

"Something wrong with my outfit, prep?  Do I offend you?"  The tone she used made it quite clear that she didn't care the slightest bit if it did.

"No," Ana replied just as coldly, but it lacked the cruel sarcasm the other girl had employed.

Kyle stepped in again saying, "Dudes, chill.  'Gaina she's not dissin' your outfit, it's just that she's probably not used to it.  She doesn't look like the punks you hang with."

"Hung with, Kyle.  In case you haven't noticed, we can't get back.  And even if our life wasn't perfect, it didn't suck either.  I for one want to get out of nowhere land and back to the world of chrome, leather, and punk rock."

Aimee motioned for Ana to follow her, and the two went outside leaving the twins to settle their issues.  There seemed to be quite a few from what Ana could see.

"I'm sorry you had to see this your first day here.  Normally things aren't this stressful, and 'Gaina's not usually this bad, but today's her two year anniversary with her b.f. back home.  She's a little out of control just now."

Ana sighed and shrugged slightly as if to say, 'Nothing to be done about it'.

 Aimee continued on with her monologue without waiting for Ana to respond to her statement.

"You'll be sleeping with me and 'Gaina, but if things continue to be so tense between y'all she may move out and sleep in Kyle's tent.  She's done that to me a couple of times when I got on her nerves.  Oh and don't let the outfit fool you, she has clothes that we got from some Rangers, we all do, but we're saving them for when we start moving around and doing some actual fighting in this war.  Don't look so surprised, the Rangers we met up with told us all about our purpose for being here.  I'm so excited about this, nothing interesting never happened to me back home.  I do miss my family though…"

Aimee's lower lip began to tremble and it looked like she might cry.  Ana thought to herself how ironic it was that she had nothing to miss about her previous life.  If only it hadn't happened.  If only she hadn't been playing with the gun that morning.  If only he hadn't tried to stop her.  There might be something to miss.

Even though Aimee was the Sensor of Healing, she seemed to be able to sense the change in her new companion's mood.  Turning to her she asked softly, "Ana, what's wrong?  Do you miss your family, too?"

And in that moment Ana's resolve to never speak about that horrible day broke down, and she felt an overwhelming need to talk about what had happened.  Aimee seemed so sympathetic and ready to listen, that she couldn't stop the flow of words that came pouring from her mouth.

"I miss my dad," she nearly sobbed.  "I've been missing him for almost eight years, since I was nine.  Since I killed him.  I didn't mean to, it was an accident.  He always kept the gun on the top shelf of the closet, but our neighbor's house was broken into so he had it on the bed side table.  One morning I found it, and wanted to play policeman.  I didn't know it was loaded.  When he tried to take it from me, it went off.  It was all my fault!"

Ana started sobbing uncontrollably, and Aimee encircled her in a tight, sisterly hug.  "Shh, it's ok.  It wasn't your fault; you were only a little kid.  You couldn't have known.  Your dad loved you, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to feel this way."

"I c-can't h-help it," Ana wailed.  "My-my mom never stopped blaming me for it.  It's my fault she started drinking and-and using drugs.  A-all m-my fault."

"Come on, girl.  We're gonna go lie down and let you have a nice long rest.  I bet you've been on the move for days now.  You'll feel better after you sleep some."

Ana let herself be pulled along into the tent and lay down on the pile of blankets Aimee steered her to.  The other girl sat down beside her, and rubbed her back until she fell into an uneasy sleep.  For once she wished that, like the elves, she did not have the ability to dream.

Life fell into an uneasy pattern for Ana, in the following days.  When she woke up from her sleep, she could tell that Aimee had told the others about her dad.  She couldn't really mind since she hadn't told her not to say anything, but it made things slightly uncomfortable.

'Gaina did indeed move in with her brother, and Ana was sure that the sarcastic girl would have made an unpleasant remark if Kyle hadn't explicitly asked her not to.  He was one of the few people that the punk respected.  After all, blood is thicker than water, and the two were awfully close.

Since 'Gaina spent most of her time outside of camp, and Aimee was usually wrapped up in her study of Middle Earth healing, Kyle and Ana formed a bond.  They spent days together, talking, eating, exploring, or sometimes just sitting in companionable silence.  But even though he was a good friend, Ana never let herself get too close, never actually letting him know what she was really thinking. 

It had been several days since Ana had arrived when one day 'Gaina rode swiftly back into camp, followed by Aeron.  The three who remained rushed outside to see what was going on.

'Gaina had spoken before Aeron could even open his mouth.

"War!  There's going to be a battle.  King Theoden has moved the people to Helm's Deep.  We must go, we have to fight!"

"Whoa, slow down, sis.  What're you talking about?"  Kyle looked at Aeron and grinned rolling his eyes toward his sister.  It was obvious that he had a major crush on her, because Aeron blushed.

"As I was just telling Lady Morgaina, Saruman's armies are going to march on Rohan.  The King has had his mind restored and the people are being moved to the mountain fortress.  Orc scouts have attacked, and the warriors stayed behind and fought them off.  I have heard all this from a dying soldier I found after the battle.  Hope is faint, for Lord Aragorn was lost during the battle."

Ana gasped and her knees buckled.  Kyle caught her before she hit the ground, and pulled her up into a standing position, supporting her weight with his arms and shoulder.

"Not again," she muttered under her breath.  Wrenching away from Kyle she stalked into her tent.  Only seconds later she reappeared with her belongings packed and a bridle for Moonstar.  Looking around the small circle she demanded, "Are you coming with me, or do I ride alone?"

Without another word, the other Sensors began running around the campsite packing only the belongings that were necessary.  They donned the clothing the Rangers had given them, and while the other girls packed up the food Kyle and Ana tacked up the horses.  Only Ana and 'Gaina would ride bareback, since the others were newer riders.

"I'm sorry about Lord Aragorn," Kyle said softly.  "I know he was your friend."

Ana didn't speak; her throat was constricted with the tears she was suppressing.  The years of practicing holding back her emotions clicked a barrier into place that couldn't be undone. 

Somehow Kyle knew not to press the matter and fell silent, speedily attaching the packs onto the saddles of his horse and Aimee's.  Speed had suddenly become of the essence after three months of doing nothing.

In less than half an hour, all five were mounted and ready to go.  Aeron took the lead with Ana close on his flank, urging him to go faster.

Taking comfort from the horse beneath her, Ana focused only on getting to Helm's Deep.  She knew it was her fault.  The only thing people in her life ever did was leave.  Her dad, mom, Gandalf, Boromir, Frodo and Sam, Merry and Pippin, and now Aragorn.  How she wished she could let Legolas comfort her, but she had to keep him away.  Some things just weren't worth it.

Despite her resolve not to let her emotions get the best of her, Ana almost lost it when they reached the sight of the small skirmish.  Aeron pointed out the cliff that Aragorn had been dragged over, and Ana shut her eyes tightly against the image.

The group rode through the night until they finally saw the fortress on the horizon.

"Still a days ride until we get there," Aeron said.

He was right, for the group didn't reach their destination until evening.  Clouds were moving in and a light rain began to fall as the Sensors moved in with the last of a large group of Lorien Elves.

Ana felt sure Haldir must be at the head, but since her goal was to go unnoticed she slipped out of the group as soon as they were inside, and the Sensors stealthily made their way to the very top wall.  On the way up, Ana glimpsed Legolas and Gimli at the head of an elven formation.  Quickly she slipped past, relaxing slightly when they reached the deserted summit.

The Sensors stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the plain.  Ana brushed some stray tendrils of hair off her face as the rain began to fall harder.  A large army was on the horizon, tens of thousands of enemy soldiers.  If the lower defenses held, none of them would have to fight.

From where they stood Ana could see what all the people down below were doing.  Legolas and Gimli stood next to a dark haired man who looked somewhat like Aragorn from the back.  But she knew it couldn't be him.  After a careful scrutiny, Ana found Haldir.  She would keep an eye on him during the battle.  He was the closest thing to a confident she had left, since Legolas would probably never speak to her again.

Even at the highest tower the four could feel the ground shake from the heavy footfalls of the enemy.  Finally they stood still, ready for the battle to begin.  Ana felt incredibly lost and realized how totally separated she was from the others she stood with.

More than anything else, at that moment she wanted someone to come and hold her.  For someone to tell her that it really would be all right.  For someone to take her home.

And then the waiting was over.  An arrow had been fired.  The battle began.

I'm standing on the bridge

I'm waiting in the dark

I thought that you'd be here by now

There's nothing but the rain

No footsteps on the ground

I'm listening but there's no sound.

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are but I

I'm with you

I'm looking for a place I'm searching for a face

Is anybody here I know?

Cause nothing's going right

And everything's a mess

And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are but I

I'm with you

I'm with you

Why is everything so confusing?

Maybe I'm just out of my mind

Yeah, yeah…

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are but I

I'm with you

Tada!  Now go on and read the next chapter!