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Cindy awoke bright and early the next morning. Her feeling of dread had completely vanished when she drew back her curtains to reveal a beautiful sunrise. She went through her normal routine, dressing her ankle carefully, and then slipped into her school clothes. It wasn't until she was down stairs at the kitchen table that she remembered what she was going to tell Jimmy that day.

Cindy knew that Jimmy had no idea of the connection between Gabby and Patrick. After he had been shot, Jimmy had refused to find out anymore information on his shooter. Cindy found that quite odd, but she knew that Jimmy might not want to think of Patrick as a person. She knew it would be easier for Jimmy to hate the gunman without knowing his back ground. That way, Patrick couldn't be seen in a humane light, and Jimmy wouldn't feel guilty for hating him.

As Cindy slowly sipped her orange juice, she was hit with a wave of remorse. She still felt guilty for getting Jimmy into that mess in the first place. If she hadn't been so cocky with Patrick, he wouldn't have messed with Jimmy. He would have just taken her as a prisoner. But then, she would probably be dead.

Then, Cindy had an idea! Before telling Jimmy about Patrick's last name, she would simply ask Gabby. But what if she was unwilling to cooperate?

Cindy sighed and lay her head on the hard wood of the kitchen table. It was going to be a long day.

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Gabby was ready. When she awoke that morning, she immediately got dressed, grabbed her back pack, and sped out the front door before her aunt had a chance to talk to her.

When the bus pulled up, Gabby stepped aboard, just as she had done the past few days. She slowly walked down the aisle and sat in the very back seat, alone. She placed her backpack on her lap, where it's contents would be safe.

There she sat, gazing at the bundle in her lap. A lump grew in her throat as she thought of what was in her pack. She had never shot a gun before. In fact, she'd never even held a gun until the night before. She hoped she would be able to learn before the time came. Gabby had no idea why she felt as if today were the day that the deed needed to be done. Something was telling her that this was her big chance, and if she didn't take it, then there wouldn't be another one anytime soon.

Gabby was pulled from her trance when she heard someone calling her name. She looked up, to find Cindy standing over her.

"Hey, Gabby. . . " said Cindy, uncertainly, as she sat in the seat across from her.

"Um, hi." replied Gabby, sitting her backpack in the floor.

"So, what's going on?" asked Cindy.

"Nothing much."

Cindy sighed, and decided that no time was better than the present.

"Gabby, can I ask you a personal question?" Cindy asked, looking at Gabby.

Gabby shrugged, as the knot in her throat grew even bigger.

"Your last name. . . I've heard it somewhere before." said Cindy.

"And? I have a common last name."

"I was just saying. I'm not sure if you know or not, but a few months ago, I was involved in a bank hold up. The gunman. . . his last name was Bennet..." said Cindy, simply.

Gabby didn't say anything.

"He was also from Arizona. . . " said Cindy.

Gabby still refused to reply.

"They told me his full name was Patrick Tyler Bennet, and I was just wondering if he was any relation to you." said Cindy.

Gabby froze for a moment, and went rigid. How did she know?

"No, I'm sorry," Gabby finally replied. "I've never heard of him."

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Cindy sat in the honors classroom, supposedly overlooking her homework. She was almost positive she had every problem right. In truth, she wasn't paying a bit of attention to the piece of paper in her hand, but instead to Jimmy. He sat across from her. Gabby hadn't come into the classroom yet, and Cindy knew it was a perfect opportunity to tell Jimmy.

Cindy knew that Gabby had lied. When she had asked Gabby about her last name, she could see the glint in her eye. She could see Gabby flinch when Patrick's name was mentioned. Cindy had also thought about the possible relation between the two. Patrick could have been Gabby's uncle, or cousin, but Cindy felt that they were closer. She could see the pain in Gabby's eyes when Patrick was mentioned. Cindy was almost sure that Gabby was Patrick's daughter.

Cindy cleared her throat in order to get Jimmy's attention. He was overlooking his homework, also, even though all of his questions were correct.

When Jimmy didn't budge, Cindy cleared her throat even louder, recieving the annoyed looks of her fellow classmates, but getting Jimmy's attention.

"What is it, Cindy?" he asked, laying his paper on the table.

"I need to tell you something. . . important."

Jimmy nodded as he waited for her to continue.

"You know how Gabby's last name is Bennet, right?" she asked, cautiously. She didn't know how Jimmy would react to the news.

"Sure. . . " he said, uncertainly.

"I know that it's a very common name, but. . .I know someone else with the same last name. " she said.

"Really? Are they related to Gabby somehow?" he asked.

"I think so. And, they're also from Phoenix, Arizona." she added.

"So? What does this have to do with you?" he asked.

"Well, the person who has the same last name. . .he was the gunman, Patrick." said Cindy quietly.

For a moment, Jimmy said nothing. He was unsure what exactly Cindy was trying to say.

"I think that Gabby is his daughter. I'm not sure what she's doing in Retroville, but I don't think it's a coincidence. . ." said Cindy.

Jimmy still sat stationary, not even blinking. Then, finally he spoke.

"I don't believe you." he said, standing up and leaving the classroom.

Cindy hadn't known what to expect from Jimmy when she told him the news. She knew that he might be a little shocked. She also thought that he might come up with some suggestions for why she was in town. But, she hadn't expected the reaction she'd just recieved. Why didn't he believe her?

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