I do not own Ginger snaps, or the lovely song Losing my religion from R.E.M, or any of there work, so please don't sue me.

"Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try"- R.E.M-Losing my religion

She walked the streets silently, she was quite and the only noises she heard were the shuffling of her own feet, and the smooth breeze of the winds coolness lightly lapping at her skin. When she arrived, there was police tape all over, funny thou she didn't see any blood or anything. It was a white painted building, with some chipping here and there, but nothing that looked to shockingly out of the ordinary, it looked like a plain old green house to her.

She stepped over the police tape, looking around to see if anyone was watching which was just plain old paranoia on her point, but she wanted to make sure she was alright going in there, the last thing she needed was a police car to come up to her and ask her what she was doing. "Oh officer yeah, I'm just looking for this girl, who I've been obsessed with my whole life who disappeared, and I think I can do a lot better then you guys, cause you eat to many donuts." Yeah okay not the best choice of words, but what else could she really say? She walked over to the door, and it was taped and locked-up. "Just friggin great, now how the hell am I supposed to get in there?" She said under her breath.

She walked the complete length of the building, there were windows all around, seeing as it was a green house and all. But no doors, that seemed to be open, thankfully there was no other buildings in the back of the greenhouse and it stood quite vacant. She took her jacket off, and got ready to commit her first crime in her search. "I'm going to fucking hell for this I am so sure." She said, and wrapped it around her hand, and punched a small pane of glass that was on the back door, cursing to herself. As some of the glass fell to the floor, but hey at least it's not in my hand, she thought to herself. She reached her hand into the back door of the green house, which was covered with cannabis leaves, and white tissue paper, and unlocked it, she stepped away from the door opening it, and walked in. To her right there was a small sectioned off area, with tinfoil on the walls, which she only started at in wonder, wondering what the heck that could have been used for. Then she saw some small green flakes on the floor, and put the cannabis leaves and that together.

Okay, she thought to herself, so they were selling drugs here, well this makes an interesting little twist now doesn't it? She walked into the rest of the room, and saw a bed, some adult mags, and little of other else. Passing right by the purple dried out flowers on the far off table. She walked into the main room, and once again didn't see anything to out of place, plopping down on some hay she just shook her head, and attempted to think of what to do next. This was almost a complete bust, what the hell was she doing anyway?

If the police couldn't figure out what happened to those people what made Sasha think she could? She just wished there was some way she could find out what the hell happened to them, okay, well not all of them, as calloused as it sounded she didn't really care about Trina Sinclear or really any of them, all that mattered was Ginger...she figured her and her sister was a packaged deal, so she'd deal with having to have Brigitte around, but she wasn't the one she was searching for, and when it came down to it, she really didn't matter to Sasha, nope, nothing really did, only Ginger.

She picked up some of the dirt that lay on the ground, and wished she could have some sort of magical powers, and feel when Ginger was there last, but no, nothing came to her, there was nothing but the hum of the crickets all around her. She paused and shook her head again, this was useless, what was she even doing out here? There was nothing to be fond here and this was a stupid idea, people sometimes were just gone and that was it, people just left. She got up, and surveyed the area once more before going back into the smaller room where the cannabis room was, and was about to go out, when she finally saw the purple dried out flowers. Stepping over some more adult mags, she picked them up and smelled them. They smelled lightly, but she could tell they were more for dressing things, this making floral arrangements from craft stores, and such. She had never seen flowers like that before, looking around in the darkness she saw no one, and then for the faintest moment she swore she could feel someone...something? Breathing down her neck.

"Someone walked over my grave I suppose."

She said to herself, taking the purple flowers and going towards home to see just what the heck she had found.