NOTE: THANK U REVIEWERS! Did it take very long? Sorry, sorry, sorry! I just didn't know what to write (a.k.a. writers block). Also I have other things to do that must be done. Pls forgive me. I'd understand if some of my reviewers left, since I know it's my fault. I'll try pasting more often, I have a really tight schedule. So anyways, this is it:

Chapter 8: Comforting Thoughts

Duncan…

By the end of the day, we were exhausted. Quigley kept on looking proudly at the humongous atlas he bought. Then he would start talking about what he'd do with it. All I know is that I'm not going to use that book unless we have to do a difficult assignment during Geography.

Isadora was a different story though. She was very quiet, yet she wasn't disgruntled like she was this morning. In fact, she had this confused and dazed expression plastered to her face. When we arrived at our floor, she just sat herself down on the couch, with the same odd look. Even after we put away our purchases, she still looked weird. I guess Quigley didn't notice. So, I sat down next to her.

"Hey Isy," I greeted. "You seem a bit preoccupied. What's wrong?"

She didn't answer me immediately. When she did, she did so with a question.

"Duncan, remember those three children we always see in our dreams?" she asked, still looking dazed.

"Yeah, how could I forget?"

"What if," she paused, "what if you saw one of them in real life?"

The question got me stuck there. I looked at her suspiciously. What was she talking about? Why is she asking this question? Quigley suddenly sat down on the other side of Isadora.

"Hey, what's the news? Have anything amazing happened recently?"

Quigley's question meant to be rhetorical and sarcastic, but it struck Isy in a different way.

"Exactly," she exclaimed suddenly, making both me and Quigley jump. "Something amazing did happen. I'm not even sure if it's true!"

"Alright Isadora, what's going on?" I demanded.

She sat herself properly and ran her hands through her hair, messing it up.

"When you were arguing in the book booth, I snuck off because I was tired and bored. The crowd was wild. Everyone was pushing and screaming and I bumped into someone and—" I couldn't believe she just paused!

"And?" Quigley and I asked simultaneously.

"It was that boy. The boy I always see in the dream, the one with brown hair and glasses."

"Is it the one we always see with the girl and the baby?" Quigley asked. But he was not finished, "The one in the white room?" (N/A: Chapter 3)

Isadora nodded, looking at her feet like they were interesting.

"What white room?" I asked. Were they keeping something from me? There was silence before Isy spoke again, but she didn't answer my question.

"That's not all," she said slowly. "I- I called his name."

Quigley acted so fast, all I saw was a black and blue blur.

"WHAT? HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT!" he cried loudly, grabbing Isadora by her shoulders.

Isy gaped at him and pushed his hands off, "Hey, take it easy! I'm telling this as calmly as I can."

Quigley shrank back into his seat. Isy sighed, "I don't know. I just, just don't know. The word just came out of my mouth. It's like some sort of reflex I can't explain."

"What's his name?" I asked. She looked up at Quigley and me, "Klaus."

All of a sudden, I felt a jerk in my head and I saw something…

The boy with brown hair and glasses was pulling as hard as he could at a car door from outside. From the inside, it was being tugged by a woman with a powder white face. Another woman was holding me and Isadora tightly inside the car. She was covering our mouths. There was quite a struggle inside to be clear. My sister and I were kicking and pounding. I tugged away the woman's hands called to the boy outside, "Klaus, if something happens. If anything goes wrong—"

It ended there. So it was true, the boy's name was Klaus. Wait, Klaus what?

"So, what's his last name?" I asked.

Isadora shrugged and stood up, "I don't know, but I wish I do." She went to the window.

"Do you think what I saw isn't real? Or are they really out there?" she muttered depressingly.

Quigley got up and put his arm around her, "Hey, cheer up, Isy. If they really are out there, maybe they are also finding us." It was a comforting thought. But what if they weren't looking for us, whoever they were?

"Do you think these people are—are our friends and what we are seeing are not just visions but—"

"Flashbacks," I said, finishing her sentence for her. Friends, flashbacks…memories? What does this mean? Does this means that there are people out there that actually know us? That are looking for us? The vision I just saw displayed the boy trying to get us out of the car, probably rescuing us from a terrible faith. Or does this mean our memories are starting to return? It was just unbelievable.

"If that is so," Isadora said, "then…" Her voice trailed off and was replaced by a happy smile, one that I haven't seen in a long, long time.

"This means there's some people out there who are actually our friends," she finished, her voice fading as she say the last words of her sentence. Quigley looked out the window too, with a twinkle in his eyes I had never encountered, the whole 2 years we lived in this orphanage. 'What's the big deal?' you might ask. Oh it's a really big deal for us.

Even if we were in a safe haven like this, life wasn't as good without your beloved memories. It's like the first few years of your life never happened, it hurts beyond anything and it's unexplainable yet there's nothing we can do about it. But as my siblings and I look out the window, even if it was just a comforting thought, we know that there's still hope for our lost past.

NOTE: It's done. Short? I don't know about this chapter, I don't really like it that much. Not too much importance to the story, but I have to post something before the "main" events. Just tell me what you think anyways.