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Frank was all grins in the morning. Joe eyed his brother and asked, "Where were you last night?" He then noticed that Frank was limping. "And what happened to your ankle?"

"I fell out of a tree."

"You did what?"

"I fell out of a tree. Well, to be honest, two trees."

"What were you doing that made you fall out of two trees?" Joe listened to the entire story and tried not to laugh. He couldn't picture his brother taking such a risk, but then again…

Taylor was smiling when she came down to breakfast the next day. Vachel-Thiery looked up at her and asked, "Schlafen Sie gut"? Sleep well?

"Ja Mentor". Yes, mentor.

"Ich sehe. Ihr Hund war ins Haus ziemlich früh. Ich habe Sie erzählt, dass er kein guter Wachhund war". I see. Your dog was in the house rather early. I told you he wasn't a good guard dog.

"Er ist nur ein großes Hundchen, Mentor". He's just a big puppy, Mentor.

"Ein 'großes Hundchen' das kann auch nicht eine Katze ab dem Eigentum, viel weniger ein junger Mann mit einer Gitarre behalten". A 'big puppy' that can't even keep a cat off the property, much less a young man with a guitar.

"Mentor, ich haben Frank zu nicht gefragt. .." Mentor, I didn't ask Frank to...

"Ich weiß, Kind. Ich bin nicht böse an entweder von Ihnen. Eigentlich hat es mich denke an Ihre Eltern gemacht". I know, child. I am not angry at either of you. In fact, it made me think of your parents.

"Ist Mentor, alles in Ordnung?" Mentor, is everything okay?

"Ja. Wir sind vor Zeitplan, deshalb habe ich gedacht, dass ich Sie ein paar Wochen ab geben würde. D.h., bis nach dem Versuch". Yes. We are ahead of schedule, so I thought that I would give you a few weeks off. That is, until after the trial.

"Vielen Dank, Mentor". Thank you, Mentor.

"Sie sind willkommen, Kind". You are welcome, child.

Taylor hummed to herself as she went to the phone. Once, just once, she could pretend that she was like everyone else. For a few weeks, she could really pretend that she was Taylor Westbrooke, normal English girl. Picking up the phone, she called Frank, "Good news, my uncle has forgiven me."

"That's great."

"I was thinking that we could…go for a walk. I could bring Killer."

"Sounds like fun." Hanging up, Taylor whistled for Killer. The Siberian Husky came running at the command from its mistress. Taylor had long given up on training Killer to be an attack dog. A loveable puppy, Killer failed to understand the ideas of 'attack' and 'kill'. Taylor kept him and refused to rename him due to the fact that he was exactly the opposite of his name. At the Hardy residence, Killer leapt up on Joe and proceeded to lick his face. Taylor tried to pull him off, laughing the entire time. "He thinks that it's his job to clean any one that he sees. Other animals are no exception." She explained. Joe eyed Killer and said nothing. Killer tilted his head to one side and eyed Joe in return. Frank joined them and Killer pounced yet again. After Taylor pulled him off they left.

Taylor felt completely free as they took Killer for a run in the park. She watched as children played with the dog and seemed to enjoy the puppy baths. 'Is this what it's like to be a normal person? Is this the life that I was denied for so long?' She tried to banish the thought, but was barely able to. Biff was jogging by when he saw Frank and Taylor together. He walked over and was promptly greeted by Killer. Petting the dog, he asked, "So, what's this guy's name?"

"Killer." Biff raised an eyebrow and said nothing. As the day wore on, Killer seemed to enjoy himself as more kids either petted him or rode his back like a pony that they could get on and off with no trouble. It wasn't long before the press caught wind of where Frank and Taylor were. Taylor felt Frank tense next to her. Before she could ask him what was going on, Frank apologized to the kids and led Taylor away, Killer following. Just as they reached a safe distance, the press sprang at them and started in with questions. Taylor was surprised as photos were taken of her and Frank together. Killer moved in front of Taylor. Due to his size, reporters and cameramen refused to get closer. Taylor looked at Frank and they caught on. Taylor told them that she was now taking her guard dog with her for safety and that Killer would protect her from anything. Catching on to the words 'guard dog' and 'Killer', the press backed off even more and one brave reporter asked, "Has he ever harmed any one?"

"No, but he did stop a would be kidnapper when I was a child. My…guardian never reported the incident because it was far too embarrassing for the poor man."

"What happened?"

"Killer had him stuck up a tree, missing the seat of his pants." The press caught on and left them alone.

Frank waited until they were alone before asking, "Did that really happen?"

"Yes. What I failed to mention was that Killer was trying to play tug-of-war with the man." The two started walking again, content on being with each other.

After an hour, Frank suggested that they visit Chet. When they arrived at the Morton farm, Chet was glad to have some company and was impressed with Killer. He then told them that he was thinking about getting a dog for the farm. Taylor looked thoughtful and went to make a private call on her cell phone. For the rest of the visit, she glanced up at the dirt road that led to the farm. Just as they were getting ready to leave an hour later, a truck came, and the delivery driver got out. "I'm looking for Chet Morton."

"That's me." Chet signed the clipboard and looked confused. The deliveryman left a box with air holes. When Chet opened the box, a Siberian Husky puppy jumped out and began to jump around before Chet. Taylor looked embarrassed as Chet thanked her. When she returned home, Taylor found herself thinking, 'Will I be able to continue as a normal girl until the end of my mission? Will I have to give up this life?'

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What's going on in Taylor's mind? Why is she starting to think like this? Is Frank rubbing off on her?