I'd like to thank everyone for all the reviews that I've gotten, it really means a lot to me. Anyway, It's been a while since I've written, but I've been busy with school and writer's block isn't helping any. So, here it is, chapter four, please read and review!

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Cindy stirred from her quiet slumber and sat straight up in bed. She glanced around the room, watching it turn from a blurry mess, to a familliar surrounding. She streched her legs over the side of the bed until she felt the smoothness of the floor touch her bare feet. Standing, and then walking towards the bathroom, Cindy tried to avoid looking at her mirror.

As she took her usual shower, and then dried off, she felt for hair fall into her fingers, and uttered a sigh. Cindy knew that her hair was shedding fast, and something would have to be done about it. She hated the thought of wearing a wig, but it was her only option. Besides, she knew that with technology these days, she could get a wig that looked almost identical to her natural hair. Or maybe, she would get a wild new hair style, just to stir things up a bit.

Cindy dressed, and then went down stairs and sat at the kitchen table. She was glad that it was Saturday. She wouldn't have to avoid Jimmy.

She had no idea what she had been thinking when she'd told him. Perhaps she was just caught in the moment, or maybe subconciously, she knew that he needed to know. It wasn't that she regretted telling him, because she didn't. She felt much better with him knowing. It was just that he acted so strange around her. He refused to argue, even when she started it. Cindy had even tried a few times to start a good argument, and had only recieved a half-hearted retort. She hated that, really. Their relationship had always been based on a battle of wits, and now he was treating her differently.

Cindy tapped her fingers on the table and wondered where her parents were. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that it was only seven in the morning. On weekends, her parents usually slept late. They wouldn't be up for hours, so she had the whole house to herself. Cindy thought about just going back to bed, but then she realized that she'd already gotten dressed for the day. Instead, she grabbed her coat, threw on a hat, and went to find some hair.

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Cindy stood at the door way of the wig store. She pulled her hat down low, and put on her sunglasses. She didn't want to be seen. At first, Cindy figured that she could just walk up to the counter, tell the guy what she wanted, and then she would be given a full head of hair. But, as she stood in front of the store, she decided it wasn't that simple. For one, she was an eleven year old kid. Most places wouldn't have taken her seriously. For another, she was worried that someone might see her.

She shrugged and walked in. Her first impression of the store was that it was just a tiny one roomed shop. A few wigs sat on plastic heads, around the room. She noticed that the person at the counter wasn't a guy, but a young woman, maybe fifteen or so. Cindy read her nametag that revealed her name to be Sarah. What surprized Cindy was the fact that she had no hair.

"Hi, Can I help you?" Sarah asked, with a warm smile.

"I was just looking. . . " said Cindy.

"Tell me if you need any help." said the girl.

Cindy was about to turn and leave the store, when she realized that she felt as if she could talk to this teen. For some odd reason, she felt like she could trust her.

"Actually," said Cindy, "I was looking for something."

"Anything in particular?" asked Sarah.

Cindy removed her hat and let Sarah examine her hair. She still had enough to cover her head, but it was extremely thin.

"I see. . . " said Sarah, as she walked towards the back of the store, and motioned for Cindy to follow.

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Jimmy shook his head. He'd been doing that a lot lately. He sat in front of his computer screen, looking over his notes.

"I just can't seem to find a proper counter balance." he muttered, aloud to himself.

Goddard whined in the corner, as he glanced at his owner.

"Oh, it's nothing, boy. I was just trying to find out how to tone down the effects of my truth serom." he said.

Goddard continued to stare. He knew that wasn't what was bothering him.

"Oh, all right, I was just thinking."

Goddard's screen flashed- ABOUT WHAT?

"Cindy. It's so weird, what's happening to her. Why her? I mean, there are so many people on this planet weaker than her." he said.

Goddard waited for further explanation.

"But, I do know why she's sick, and it's all my fault." he said, lowering his head.

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"It's alright." said Sarah. "You can ask."

"How did it happen?" asked Cindy, looking at some blonde wigs in front of her.

"I had cancer, when I was thirteen. It was some unusual kind of skin cancer. Most of the time, they can just cut the bad skin out, but not with me. They had to remove it, sure. But, I also had to go through plenty of chemo." said Sarah.

"I have leukemia. I found out a couple of months ago. My hair just started falling out. . . " said Cindy.

"I've been in remission for a year." said Sarah.

"But, I don't understand, if the cancer's gone, then why hasn't your hair grown back?" asked Cindy, placing a wig upon her head.

"It did grow back. But, while I had cancer, I met a bunch of kids who were in the same spot as me. They were still sick when I got better. So, instead of letting my hair grow out, I decided to shave it." said Sarah.

"So, you mean that you shave your head to make your friends feel better?" asked Cindy, amazed.

"That. . . " replied Sarah, " And the fact that it's much cooler in the summer time."

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Jimmy knew that it was his fault that Cindy was sick. All of those trips in space, through radiation belts. . . had caused her cancer. He knew that he should have taken precautions on their trips, but he hadn't.

Jimmy pounded his fist on they keyboard in front of him. He was going to cure her, no matter what.

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