Hello, my little chickadees. My, aren't we all looking lovely this morning?

Alicia followed the doctor to a staircase, and for a moment she thought she saw something in his pocket, but quickly talked herself out of it.

Stop being so paranoid. You're not at home, you're at St. Ives! her mind reminded.

As she walked down the stairs behind the doctor, taking note of all the bare pipes and how damp the cement walls around her were, she took careful notice not to ask the doctor what was wrong with Katie.

This is the basement, it's probably the mental ward! Or, it's the place they store all the people who won't wake up. Coma. That's what it's called. Poor Katie must be in a coma!

The more she walked, the colder she became. Alicia soon was shivering, but noticed that the doctor didn't seem to notice the chnage at all. Either it was her own imagination, or the doctor was just used to it. Soon, the stairs were gone, and the two just stood in a basement.

"Not much farther." the doctor told her, not looking the scared looking Alicia in the eye. She noticed that his hair was cut shorter than George's, but was not a buzz cut. He seemed to be a very casual person. Lookwise at least. The two went down a short hallway, and the more she walked, the more Alicia could hear the blood pounding in her ears.

Alicia really didn't know much about the muggle medical world, but she had a feeling it was not a good sign when many people layed on metal tables in a cold room, covered in white sheets.

A small feeling of relief went through Alicia's body as the pair kept walking, but didn't feel much better as the doctor stopped the pair in front of a large, metal door.

"I feel that it's only right to ask you if you think you can stomach going in here...although, I suppose it's a little too late." he asked, professional concern danced across his face.

"Let me in," Alicia stated, "please." The doctor nodded, taking a key and unlocking the door.

Inside the room, there was only one metal table, and a person covered in a white sheet.

"Is that her?" Alicia was on the brink of tears, but didn't show it.

"I need you to tell me that." the doctor answered, pulling the sheet carefully from the girl's face.

It was Katie. No doubt, it was Katie.

"How long has she been here?" the tears stayed at bay.

"About two months."

"She just looks like she's sleeping...but grayer. She's the same Katie, just so gray and still..." still, no tears. "Did you use a preservation spell?"

The doctor looked up at the question, eyes big with surprsie.

"I saw your wand." Alicia answered the question he didn't ask.

"I'll go get Jane Do--Katie's things for you." the kind doctor stepped out of the room.

Alicia heard the door click closed, but didn't move. She just stood there, standing over Katie. She was sure she had been ready to face anything when she would find Katie. Katie could have had more secret children. A husband. A wife. She could be a man, and it would have been okay.

Anything but dead! her mind screamed.

Without even thinking about it, Alicia put a hand on Katie's forehead, and was shocked at the waxy feel.

It's like she's not even human anymore...her mind continued. Her stomach couldn't handle what her mind was processing, and she had to turn away so as not to throw up on Katie...

After a few moments of trying to breathe, Alicia used a scourgifying spell and tried to calm down.

"What did you do?" Alicia whispered at the girl on the table, "What did you do!" she finally screamed.

"You were supposed to be there! After Hogwarts! Why did you do this? Why did you let yourself die? Did you do it on purpose?" she had started pacing around the room.

"How could you let this happen? How could you do this to me? How could you do this to yourself! Do you not realize how many people you've let down just by dying?"

Alicia's voice was shaking with tears, but she kept talking despite.

"You let so many people down...Your mum, your dad, your biological mum. Sure, she's mad, but she needs you! Just like she needs your dad! And you've both left her! You left more than her! Your sister, who's raising your child! And what about your child? That little girl who looks just like you! Who needs to know you!"

Alicia had to stop at this point, letting a sob release from her throat.

"Jordan won't know what to do." her voice dropped to a whisper, as if the sob had taken her voice. "He's still hung up on you. He loved you first, and he'll love you last. You might be the only person who he'll ever love, and you just had to get up and die. Why is it so hard for me to be mad at you?"

By this point, Alicia could no longer stand on her own. She had leaned back on the cold, stone walls. Her body was already so cold she didn't even notice the fact that a chill was sent through her.

"Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" Alicia asked, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks, "I would have listened, I promise. I could have been there...I should have been there..."

She was out of words. Alicia couldn't think of anything else to say, nor did she feel the need to. She just took a few deep breaths, and tried to remain a bit calm.

A moment later, the old door let out another click and the doctor who had taken Alicia down there returned.

"Ma'am?" he asked, he never did her name, "are you okay?"

"Yeah...I think so." Alicia answered.

"I have--her things, if you're ready." the doctor had already forgotten Katie's name.

"Yeah...I'll just write down her parents address, they'll know what to do." The doctor nodded curtly, and stepped out of the room. Alicia followed, giving one last glance at the girl on the table.

"This is all she had when she was brought in." the doctor pointed to a cardboard box that wasn't particularly full.

"Who brought her in?" Alicia questioned, standing over the box.

"Ambulance, she was already gone."
"How'd she die?"
"Overdose. Drug overdose."
"Was it on purpose?"

There was a pause as the doctor glanced at his hands, uncomftorably.

"No way of knowing. We had always hoped that when someone finally came for her, they'd know. Even on this side of town we don't usually have bodies waiting that long." Alicia's face fell, and the doctor noticed, "I didn't mean it like that! It's just that--well, you did come for her, that's got to account for something. When you're ready, there's some paperwork I'll need you to sort out upstairs." the doctor, quickly slinked out, regretting what he had said.

Alicia bent down and peered into the box. A pair of ripped, almost shredded faded blue jeans. A t shirt that advertised some unknown band, also worn thin with time. Her tennis shoes looked second hand, and there were no socks to be seen. At the very bottom, was this brown leather jacket. It was so old that it could barely be called leather anymore, and it happened to be the softest jacket Alicia had ever seen. All the front pockets were empty, but the inside, sometimes called secret pocket, had something in it.

It seemed to be a piece of paper, but with closer examination, it was a photo. After even closer examination, it proved to be of a baby. The picture looked old, but it seemed more worn with handling than time. The baby had dark eyes, and equally dark hair. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, and was being held in some woman's arm.

On the back of the picture, Katie's handwriting was clearly still on there. It read:

Kamryn, age six months

Don't go back, you'll only hurt her. Never hurt her.