Chapter 2
Maggie
"Maggie," my dad called.
I came down, "Yeah?"
"You ready?"
I laughed, "Yep."
"What movie do you want to watch, princess?"
"You choose."
"Hmmm," he thought for a minute. "How about Alice in Wonderland?"
The same movie Jack had talked about, "But Daddy, Alice isn't a princess."
"I know."
I looked at him for a long moment, "Okay."
"Then lead the way."
I ran into the kitchen, and Daddy followed after me.
It was later that night, after the movie and Dad was tucking me into bed.
"Did you enjoy the movie?" he asked.
I giggled, "Yes, I love the Cheshire Cat."
"I love Tweedledum and Tweedledee."
"Me too."
He pulled the cover up over my head, then snapped it down, "Princess, I'm going to be going away for a few days."
I sat up, "Daddy, no. Why?"
"It's a boring work thing, it will only be a few days."
"You're lying. You're going because that man, Jack, came today and asked you to go. You're going to India to look for someone named Sydney."
"Well aren't you the little eavesdropper?"
"Daddy, who's Sydney? You said she was dead. Why are you going to India to look for a dead woman? And why-"
"Hey," he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Enough questions princess. Can you keep a secret?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
"You can't tell anyone."
I nodded.
"Not even Mommy."
I nodded furiously, until my light brown ponytail flopped back and forth over my face.
"Along time ago, before you were born, before your mommy and I were married, even, I was a spy."
"A spy?"
"A spy."
"Like James Bond."
"Yes like…wait, where have you been watching James Bond?"
"At Mitchell's, his dad likes to watch them."
"Wonderful," Daddy rubbed his forehead. "So I was a spy, and my partner was a woman named Sydney Bristow. She had been a spy for a very long time and was a very good one. But about a year before I met your Mom, she was killed."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was she nice?"
"Very nice, one of the best friends I ever had."
"But if she died, why are you going to India to look for her?"
"Because," then he shook his head. "Princess, you're to young to hear this."
"No I'm not."
"It's not very pleasant," he warned.
"Tell me."
"Her body was burned, so the only way they could identify her was by the stuff in her teeth. And Jack, the man who came to see me is her father, he believes that she actually didn't die, and he is still looking for her."
"Is it possible she didn't die?"
"Yes, I guess…it has happened before."
"So when do you leave?"
"Tomorrow."
"Is Mommy coming home?"
"No, you are going to stay with Marshall and Carrie for a couple of days."
"Mitchell too?"
"I assume they aren't sending him away? Why? Do you have a crush on him?"
"Daddy, eww, no! Mitchell's weird."
"A chip of the old block," Daddy muttered.
"But you'll be home by Friday, won't you Daddy?"
"Of course, Princess. We can have another P,P&P day."
I kissed him, "I love you up to the moon, Daddy."
"I love you up to the moon and back, Princess."
"That's a long way, Daddy."
He got up, walked towards the door.
"Dad."
"Yes, Princess?"
"I hope you find her. You could use a friend."
He laughed, "I have friends."
"I know. But not good friends, I'm your only really good friend. Marshall is always to busy with his computer and Eric is nervous around you ever since you had kids."
"You're a smart six year old."
"And a good eavesdropper."
He blew me a kiss, "Goodnight Princess."