Well I firstly need to say something. While (I think) Fuitloop Trooper used the American dub name Kamiya for Taichi and Hikari. I'm afraid that I'm going to use Yagami. I usually (if not always) use the Yagami surname so it's easier for me.

And this may/may not be a Takari. It could, of course, turn into a completely different shipping all together.

Disclaimer: You've heard it before. Don't own, can't sue, don't flame because I will use them to roast marshmallows.

Mmm…roasted marshmallows…yummy…

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Taichi awoke the next morning with a feeling of anxiety and worry. There was a dull pain across his left cheek and his knuckles felt as though he'd been punching a brick wall.

There was a soft groan and he looked down at the brown-haired beauty who was lying on his arm.

"Morning," he said, kissing her forehead lightly.

"Morning," she said back softly. She ran her hands across his bare chest and smiled slightly. "Sleep well?"

"Best night I've had in a long time," he said. "You?"

"Same," she said. "It's good to have you back." He kissed her hair softly.

"I love you, Mimi," he whispered.

"I love you too."

They stayed on the bed for a while before Taichi let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Mimi asked, sitting up and looking at him. The quilt around them fell away and Taichi couldn't help but smile at the large, yellow, smiley face in the middle of her pink two-piece pyjamas.

"I don't know," he stated. "I just woke up this morning, a little before you did, and I just had this really bad feeling, y'know? Like I know something bad is gonna happen." She nodded.

"Well I'll fix you some breakfast and then you can go investigate," she said. He nodded and got out of the bed, feeling his old flannel pyjama bottoms around his legs. He always got too hot in bed so he had a tendency to sleep with no shirt. Mimi didn't mind in slightest, and if she did she never mentioned it.

He pulled out a white tank-top from the clothes that Mimi had kept (he was, for once, glad that she was extremely sentimental) and quickly put it on before leaving to go to the front room.

"Daddy!" A small blur tackled him, and it was almost enough to knock him over.

"Aren't you getting a little old to be calling me that?" he asked, ruffling her hair. She shook her head as he picked her up off the ground.

"Nope!" she exclaimed proudly. He smiled and lifted her high into the air before spinning her round and placing her on the sofa. Miko giggled a little before going back to the kitchen that her mother had just walked into.

He walked over to the sofa and watched the children's cartoons that were showing. He sat just as one started the credits. By the time the credits finished a voice broke him out of his trance-like manner.

"So what do you think is wrong?" Mimi's voice sounded so close. He whirled around and then brought his hands to his skull as it impacted with his wife's. "I always forget about that." He laughed a little.

"Well I don't know exactly, but I think it has something to do with Kari." He paled slightly and a hand reached to his cheek. He stood up quickly and headed for the door. "I think she was – possibly is – in trouble. I'm sorry, Mimi, but I've got to go. I've got to find her and-"

"You won't help anybody if you pass out from hunger," Mimi said sternly. "Sit and eat."

"Mimi I've lasted weeks without-"

"Eat." She ordered. He turned to the kitchen and found a plate with two slices of bacon and a fried egg. Two slices of toast lay on the side, both lightly toasted and heavily buttered. Just the way he liked it.

"Mimi how did you make all this?" Mimi smiled brightly.

"Oh I didn't," she said. "I think you'll find you need to thank Miko." The young girl smiled sheepishly as she came out of the kitchen.

"You can cook?" he asked. Miko nodded.

"Mom taught me," she said softly. Taichi sent a final, pleading glance at Mimi, who stared back with ordering eyes and he sighed. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, aware of the two pairs of eyes on him. He took a bite of the bacon and looked quite impressed.

"You're cooking is better than your mom's," he said as he turned around to address Miko. Mimi walked over and cuffed him over the head before going back into the kitchen. Miko smiled and sat next to her father at the table, simply watching as he ate.

'Yes,' Taichi thought, 'it's good to be back.'

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She opened her eyes slightly, slowly, and the snapped them back shut again as the harsh light of day burned through her pupils. Her body ached all over and she had a throbbing, pounding headache.

Despite the silent – yet painful – protests of her body, she rolled onto her side and pushed herself up onto her arms as much as she could. She opened her eyes and saw green grass staring back at her. Footsteps neared her and her heart raced in her ears, but she didn't care.

"Whoa, easy, easy," a voice said softly. It was a female voice, and she caught a glance of lilac hair dangling down out of the corner of her eye. "Stay as still as you can, ok? I need you to just relax for me. All right? Now I'm going to have to take off your cloak, ok?" She saw two hands reach around to undo the clasps that held her cloak on. "So if I just-"

"No!" she yelled, although it hurt her ears. A pair of hands, to strong to be females, gripped her shoulders softly but firmly.

"Easy there," the boy said. "Look we're just trying to help. We can't do anything if you've got your cloak on. We need to check to see if you've got any bad wounds." She tried to yell out again but her head started feeling as though it was going to cave in and her voice got lost in her throat. The cloak was taken off and she closed her eyes in anticipation. Now whoever was trying to help her knew who she was and they would most likely tell everyone in the city. She would have to move again. She hated moving.

"Hikari?" the boy whispered and she saw a glimpse of the corner of her cloak being placed infront of her. Her eyes opened in fear and confusion.

"I-I have to g-go," she said hoarsely. She quickly raised herself to her feet and she grabbed her cloak. She started to walk off but swayed sideways. The two people caught her and a third took her cloak from her hands.

"It is, it know it is," the young man on her left said.

"Let's get her to Takeru," the woman instructed. "He'll know what to do with her." She felt herself being dragged forwards a few steps and then they stopped.

"This isn't working," a third voice, a male's but slightly younger than the one on her left. "There has to be another way to get her to Takeru's."

"I got it," the elder boy said. She felt herself shifted and soon felt the familiar position of a piggy-back ride. Her brother had given them to her all the time when she was younger.

"Hurry up, Dai, that cut on her cheek is gonna get infected real easily," the girl stated. She felt the boy, Dai, nod.

"Then let's get moving," Dai stated. He started walking and the people helping her started a quiet conversation. But the pain in her limbs and her head was soon too much and she passed out.

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Takeru sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television screen but his mind not registering what he was seeing.

"What's wrong? Have I done something? If I have then I'm sorry-"

"No, it's not you. It's me."

He had been so taken aback by her statement that he had almost forgotten how to speak. After all she had been through she still chose to bear the weight of her world, and everybody else's, on her shoulders.

But she was still afraid of what everyone else thought of her. She had told him, indirectly, of the fact when they had had the talk last night.

"The cloaks hide our identities when we used our powers, and then we could go through the same village without fear of discrimination."

It still mattered to her a great deal what people's views were of her, even if she didn't know them.

There was a sharp knock on the door and he jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound.

He got off the sofa and went to answer the door. He paled considerably at the sight.

His friends Miyako, Iori and Daisuke all stood before him, Iori with a dark, smooth cloak in his hands and Daisuke with a sleeping girl on his back.

"Can we come in?" Daisuke asked. Takeru nodded and stepped out of the way so the others could enter.

Daisuke carefully placed the sleeping (or rather, as Takeru noticed, unconscious girl on the sofa) and Iori placed her cloak under her shoulders to stop her neck from becoming sore from the angle it would have been.

As soon as they were finished, Takeru pulled them to the side and immediately rounded on them.

"What the hell happened?" he hissed.

"Chill, man," Daisuke started. "We just found a signal on our digivices and followed it. She was just coming round when we got there." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"No other clues as to how she got like that?" he asked. The others shook their heads. He then turned to Daisuke and patted him on the shoulder. "Davis…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started on you like that."

"We're cool," the other replied in his typical, casual manner. Takeru nodded.

"Well, you take care of her, T.K," Miyako said as she headed for the door. The two boys followed. "We've only just got her back. I don't want to lose the opportunity of a new friend again." With that she sent Takeru a wink with a wide grin and left the apartment, the two boys still following.

He stared at Hikari for a few seconds before realising that he had to do something. He had to get in contact with Taichi. Yes. He'd know what to do.

As he darted to the phone he realised that he didn't know any way to get in contact with his former (self-appointed) leader. So he phoned the next-best person.

"Sora Takenouchi speaking."

"Sora, I've kind of got a little problem," he started. "It's T.K by the way."

"Hey T.K. So what's the problem?" He then explained the situation to her and she, thankfully, stayed silent as he talked. When he was finished he thought about the information he had just told her.

"So you want me to come over and see what's wrong," Sora summarised.

"If you could."

"I'm not making promises. Sure I was with her nine years but she was still pretty enclosed. I'll try my best though."

"Thanks, Sora, it's really appreciated." With that they shared goodbyes and hung up. He sent a glance at Hikari who was lying on the sofa, her eyes closed and her face portraying untold innocence.

To take his mind off the beautiful problem in his front room he went to the kitchen and started to cook his breakfast.

Just as he sat down to eat there was a knock at the door. He sighed, took a quick bite of his bacon sandwich and then went to answer the door.

Behind it stood a worried Taichi accompanied by Sora who stood slightly behind.

"Is she here?" the elder boy asked. Takeru nodded.

"Come in," he motioned. He then headed for the front room. "She was just-" But he was forced to stop abruptly as the young woman and her cloak were both gone, leaving only a small piece of folded paper addressed to him. He walked forwards slowly and took it.

Dear Takeru

Thank you for caring for me for a little while, but I do not wish to impose upon you any longer than I have to. I will see you later.

Hikari

He scrunched the note up in his hand and let out a heavy sigh.

"What does it say?" Sora asked, placing her hands on his shoulders. He passed her the note and then collapsed on the sofa.

"When will she learn?" Taichi asked himself softly. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Takeru. I need to go and find my sister."

"You're not going without me," Sora said immediately. Takeru looked at Taichi who caught his gaze. The blonde shook his head.

"I have something urgent I need to do," he stated, "I'm sorry Tai."

"That's ok," he answered before turning to Sora. "You're gonna have to fly."

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She hadn't gone back to the hotel. She had wanted to, but she hadn't. She had other things to do first.

She landed outside the Odaiba cemetery and she walked in. She looked around a little before she realised that she had no clue as to where she was supposed to be going.

Sighting one of the guards she walked over to him. He stopped raking the leaves and looked up at her, his ages face showing no compassion as she hid her face under the cloak. Removing the hood she spoke softly to him.

"Do you know where I can find the graves of Mr and Mrs Yagami?" she asked. He looked at her with a soft face.

"Aye, I do," he said. "They did this city a good deed. Now I'm not Christian, but may God bless them."

After a moments thought her gave her the directions. She gave her thanks and headed off to find her parents.

She followed the directions but, when she got there, she saw an unfamiliar woman dressed in black clothes place a bouquet of flowers down. Looking around Hikari noticed that the graves that were, apparently, her parents' had more flowers than most others.

"Thank you for what you did for this city," the woman was saying as she placed the flowers down. "You gave us hope when it was lost. Your children must be proud of you." She stood up and dusted herself off before turning to leave.

She caught Hikari staring at her and she bowed slightly, her blonde hair moving in a gentle, rogue breeze. Hikari glanced past her and looked at the names on the stones.

Jeri YagamiLily Yagami

1965-20051967-2005

For the hope he gaveFor the light she gave

Odaiba, may he restOdaiba, may she rest

in peacein peace

The gravestones were nothing spectacular, simply a pair of grey slabs with names engraved upon them with dates underneath. That's all you really were when you were dead. A memory to some, but just some carvings to others.

"Excuse me," she called after the woman. The blonde turned around and faced her with a smile.

"Yes?" she asked. Hikari walked over to her.

"Erm…I don't mean to be rude or anything…but what were you…um…this sounds so horrible," she stated. She then sighed. "You know what? Forget it. I just-"

"You wanted to know why I was at the gravestone," the woman said. "I hope I don't offend by this but where were you when Myotismon was here?"

"I…I was studying abroad in America," she lied. "I got into a car crash and I've only just come out of an eight-year coma. I don't really know much about what's going on." The woman nodded.

"Eight years?" she asked. Hikari nodded. "It's good to see that you're ok. Many wouldn't have survived eight years. Well Mr and Mrs Yagami had two children. One boy and one girl. I was lucky enough to have known their son, Taichi, prior to the dark incident. He and my eldest son were close friends. Anyway the digimon appeared and both my sons and Taichi were sent to save the world.

"But Myotismon came through to our world and started taking over Odaiba in search for what he called 'the Eighth child'. My son was visiting his father out of town and was, thankfully, out of the mess when it started.

"Nine years the terror continued and the Digidestined, Taichi and my boys as well as some other children around their ages, started a rebellion. Taichi sent my eldest son and his friend, Sora, away from Odaiba with the Eighth child when the mess started so that they would be safe. I think if he hadn't then I would only have one son at the moment.

"Mr and Mrs Yagami always had hopes that everything was going to be all right. Their daughter had disappeared and they had no clue as to where she was, so they only had their son. Nevertheless they always made people happier. They had their own burdens and yet they pushed them aside to help others. When Myotismon rounded everyone up in the convention centre, they started a rebellion that helped us break free. Myotismon didn't try to take us captive again; he just turned into an epigone of a ruler.

"The Yagamis always stood up to him. They started rebellions and strikes and took it upon themselves to help stop Myotismon. They didn't have digimon partners, like the Digidestined, but they had just as much of an impact.

"Then one day Myotismon decided it was enough. He found them and killed them." Hikari let out a little gasp. "But that wasn't the worst of it. He made their only remaining child watch as they died. It was terrible. I personally am glad that the young girl was not here to witness that.

"Anyway nine years after it started the Eighth child returned to Odaiba. The mess was ended but the young boy died. Hikari, their daughter, did return, but rumour has it she's completely disappeared now. She's got no family because both parents were only children and her grandparents have all died as well. I would honestly be surprised if she's carried on after all this time. It would show a real, true spirit if she had. It was two years ago when she came back. I would sincerely like to meet her." Hikari was silent for a few moments as she took in the woman's words.

"I've missed so much," she finally whispered. The woman nodded sadly.

"But you must have parents, right?" she asked. Hikari shook her head and gestured to the tombstones.

"My parents lie there," she continued, her voice extremely quiet. The woman raised a hand to her mouth in sadness and horror. She started to speak but Hikari stopped her. "Please, don't. I don't need sympathy. You've…you've really helped me today. You've told me just what I've missed while I was away. Thank you." She sent a silent goodbye to her parents before turning and walking away.

"Wait!" the blonde woman called after her. She stopped and turned around. "Listen my husband and I are divorced and my eldest son used to live with him. He's got a place of his own now. So I have a spare room. My younger son is trying to set up an apartment for himself so it's only me at the house. Would you like to stay with me for a while? I mean until you have yourself on your feet. You shouldn't be alone at a time like this."

She wanted to shout and scream at the woman for invading her private life. She wanted to yell that she was fine and that she didn't need any help. She wanted everyone to leave her alone for once, and she wanted to yell that to the world.

But instead she simply said "Yes, that would be nice, if it's ok with you." The woman smiled widely.

Her life had hit rock bottom.

"Well I'm Nancy," she stated, "Nancy Takaishi."

'Takaishi!' she thought.

"Yagami Hikari," she replied, bowing slightly.

Yup. Her life had hit rock bottom. Now she was starting to dig.

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Yamato was back in Odaiba. He hadn't been in a long time, two years in fact, and he had lost time with his friends and family to make up for.

The death of Taichi had scarred him mentally, and he had still not fully recovered. Just when he thought he was getting over it something came along to jog his memory and stir forgotten emotions.

When Hikari had left he had been hurt worse. Over the nine years he got to know her one would think that he would come to love her as a sister. That would be a wrong assumption.

She had never been an open person and had rarely spoken of her inner demons when they were together for nine years. She had kept things to herself, but had taken up teaching herself gymnastics. With no books nor teachers it would be an obvious assumption that she would fail or stick with the easy things. But the sand had always been soft to her if she fell and she had learned things quite easily. He had always watched her while she practiced, noting the way she moved with apparent ease and the way she handled challenges easily. Back then it was as if nothing could faze her.

He had seen her mature, watched her grow and he had learned, through her, to open his heart of ice to love. Of course, she had been talking about Sora. But it was her that he was always thinking about.

He realised that he had walked subconsciously to his mother's apartment building. All he had to do was cross the road and he would see the maternal figure he had missed for most of his life.

His eyes were drawn to the entrance where a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair was walking with a girl younger than Yamato, who had brown hair kept back in a plait that brushed the back of her knees. They were not dressed extravagantly nor were they especially conspicuous, and the only reason he could think of that he had pinpointed the pair would have been because he knew them.

He recognised the blonde woman as his mother. She had changed while he had been away with his father and his band, but she was still definitely his mother. The younger woman with her, however, he could not place a name to, but he recognised her.

'Maybe if I could just see her face,' he thought. He glanced both ways to check the road was clear before running across to greet them.

There was a lane a little way up the he had forgotten about. A red Ferrari tore out of the lane and down the road, straight into the blonde.

There was a screech of tires and the car swerved to the left. It clipped Yamato who fell to the ground, hitting his head hard on the concrete road which left him unconscious. The car, acting as though nothing had happened, continued on down the road and out of sight at a fast pace.

The last thing Yamato saw was the faces of his mother and the brunette leaning over him before he passed out.

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"Do you know where she is?" Sora asked. She was riding piggy-back style while Taichi was flying. She looked down and saw the road was empty except for a speeding red Ferrari driving out of Odaiba.

"I'm trying to sense her, but I can't pick up anything. Tracking people is more Hikari's area of expertise," he stated. "Wait a minute." He started flying faster and Sora realised the way they were heading was towards the cemetery.

He flew over his parents graves, pausing a little, and then shaking his head before doubling back on himself.

"I sensed her there, but she must have already left," he explained.

An ambulance with sirens and lights flashing drove at speed on the road underneath them. Taichi flew at a distance but followed.

They landed in a nearby alley and Taichi took off his cloak before the two left and went to see what the pandemonium was.

By the time they got there the ambulance crew were loading a familiar blonde onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. A blonde woman, quite a bit older than the young man in the ambulance, was being helped in by the ambulance crew and a brunette girl, but neither of them were close enough to see what was going on or see the girl's face. They saw the conversation between the girl and the blonde woman and the paramedics said something else, but over the noise of the crowd Sora and Taichi couldn't hear much.

The young girl nodded, said something to the blonde woman and then the doors closed. The ambulance started up and the crowd parted to let it out. The brunette girl ran from the crowd and into a small place behind the apartment block that was on the left of the road. The two lost sight of her. Had they continued to watch where she went, however, they would have seen a cloaked figure flying off into the distance.

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She concentrated hard, trying to pick up on Takeru. She didn't really know him that well, and that made it a little harder, but her desperation to keep going made her continue her search.

He was in the park.

She swooped down when she reached him and picked him up under the arms. She lifted them both into the air and carried on towards the hospital.

"Takeru, it's only me," she said as he started to tense up. He relaxed a little. "I know you hate flying but something's happened to Yamato and we need to get to the hospital. I figured this was the fastest way."

"What's happened to him?" Takeru asked.

"He's been in a car accident," she stated, "hit and run incident and he hit his head hard. Wow. That was a lot of 'h's."

"Is he ok?"

"He and your mum are in an ambulance on their way to the hospital. We should get there just after they do." With that she picked up the pace as much as she could and flew flat out.

They arrived just as the ambulance pulled to a stop and Hikari placed Takeru down before landing next to him. She removed her cloak and grabbed the blonde's hand.

"Come on!" she said, pulling him after her.

"Mom!" he called. Hikari let him go and he ran into the arms of Nancy. Hikari ran up to them.

"Did he change in the ambulance?" she asked. Nancy shook her head.

"No, but he hit his head pretty badly on the ground and he's unconscious," she answered. "I'm really worried about him."

"Don't worry, mom, he'll be fine," Takeru reassured. "Let's get up there and make sure." He looked around and noticed that Hikari had already gone.

The brunette was hurriedly following Yamato as he was pushed through the building. The paramedics had slowed down to let her catch up and she had gripped his hand when she had got to him. It was surprising just how cold he was, but she hadn't let go. She didn't care about anything else at that moment, she just wanted to make sure he was ok, but the care went beyond friendship and beyond family-type love.

And then she realised it.

She had fallen for her friend.

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The pair landed outside of the hospital and immediately rushed to the front desk.

"Ishida Yamato," Taichi stated breathlessly. "He's only just been brought in. Where is he?"

"Are you direct relations of Mr Ishida?" the woman behind the desk asked.

"We're close friends of the family," Sora stated, before Taichi could say anything. The woman nodded.

"Room 318," she stated. The two thanked her and took off.

When they finally reached room 318 (after many wrong turns and questions for directions) they walked inside and hesitated at what they saw.

Hikari was sitting in the chair next to the blonde on the bed, her feet resting on the edge of the seat while she rested her head on her knees, not taking her eyes off the unconscious boy and barely blinking.

"You don't think…" Sora started and then gestured to the pair through the window.

"Well I wouldn't be angry," Taichi replied. They then knocked on the door slightly before entering.

Hikari looked at Sora, who entered first, and smiled meekly, but her face turned to stone when she saw Taichi. This fact didn't go unnoticed, either.

"Are we the only ones here?" Taichi asked.

"No," Hikari answered, her voice a little icy. "Takeru and his mother are here too, but they've gone to get some drinks." She stood up and started to walk off. "I think I'll go and join them." She smiled at Sora when she pashed but completely ignored her brother.

"What's up with her?" Taichi joked lightly. Sora shook her head.

"I think you need to go and talk to her," the other said, handing Taichi his sister's cloak. "And now before she gets too far." He nodded and left the room, leaving Sora and the unconscious Yamato alone. He had a feeling that she wanted not only for him to talk to his sister, but to say some private things to the blonde the she wished him not to hear.

He caught the tail end of his sister's familiar plait disappearing around the far corner at the end of the corridor. He sped up a little so he was almost jogging and he rounded the corner to see her a little way down the corridor. He passed the many glass windows that let sunlight stream inside and sped to almost a running pace to catch up with her. When he did he called her name, and she ignored him.

He tried again. No response. He kept on trying and trying and he received strange glances from people passing by.

Eventually she answered.

"I'll talk to you when we're outside," she said coldly, still not looking at him. "I don't want to embarrass myself infront of everyone." He nodded and they both silently descended the steps.

When they were outside and in the deserted courtyard, Taichi started (or tried to start) a conversation.

"Hikari, please talk to me," he said. "It's not healthy for you to keep everything inside." She stopped and turned around to face him. One look at her face told him that his words had been a mistake.

"How dare you say something like that!" she screeched. "You've been through something at least ten times worse than my experience, and you didn't even have the audacity to tell me! How could you?"

"Hikari what are you-"

"Our parents, Tai," she yelled. "Myotismon made you watch as he killed them, and you kept it a secret. You told me they were dead. You never said anything about you watching. You think my nightmares are bad. I can't imagine what yours are like and yet you're not telling anyone! You're a hypocrite, Yagami Taichi, and that doesn't bode well with me." She grabbed her cloak out of his arms and turned. She took a few slow, well-paced steps forwards while she put it on and then kicked violently off the ground, shooting off like a rocket.

Taichi was seething inside. Not over what had been said (although it had hurt him) but over the fact that she had found out about something he had been hiding from her for two years. The longer he had hidden it from her, the harder it had been to tell her as he knew that she would blow up on him.

He watched the black dot in the sky that was her figure for a while until her was unable to focus on it. He then returned to the building and headed back to check on Yamato.

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She didn't want to stay in Odaiba. It had too many painful memories, and now her brother probably hated her because of what she had said. She hadn't intended to say half the stuff she had, but instead she had blurted everything out, shooting her big mouth off.

A twig snapped behind her but it was quiet enough so she could get away with physically appearing to have heard anything. Inside, however, she heightened her hearing and tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

There was a rustling behind her and she whirled around. When her eyes caught those of the figure infront of her she paled and gasped loudly.

"You!" she exclaimed. "But…how? We got rid of you!" But that was all she could manage before a large, burly man grabbed both her arms and delivered a blow to her head large enough to knock her unconscious.

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H-4-T: Ok, this ending was random. I still don't even know who the bad guy is yet, this ending just happened. I think I'm onto something though. I won't know if you like it or not unless you review!