Time to go back to Alex, Zoe, and I at the house were I have no clue of location. This has a bit of Alex and Zoe's history in it. Or the whole chapter may. In the 7th chapter, I may have met the curate but in this one I found out she is one.

Alex came out with wet hair. I was playing a card game with some cards I found with Zoe next to a candle. "Do you have a three?"

"No. Do you have a three?"

"If you don't have a three, why call it?''

"Because I've always had a three." I stared at her smiling. She was laughing at the way I look. So was Alex.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked Alex. "You tried to knock me out with a bat."

"You were too." She looked at the game we were playing. "What are you playing?"

"Go Fish," Zoe blurted out.

"I use to play this with my dad." She sat on the bed where we were playing.

"Do you have a king?" It was my turn.

''No."

"Yes you do," Alex said looking at her cards. Zoe shushed her. Alex took a small orange book from her pocket and began to read.

"What are you reading?" I asked.She held it up. I read the title which was the New Testament of the Bible. "Cool. A pocket Bible."

"I got it at my church. My dad was the pastor there."

"Really? I loved going to church. We always got memory work every Sunday and everyone was at something different. I was tied with a girl for the most memory work completed. Until the last time we went. She got mixed up and stayed on the 8th Commandment while I moved to the 9th." Zoe got tired of playing with some one who wasn't and went to sleep (it was still night).

"My dad would talk about one Commandment every Sunday and tell how to put it in our everyday life. I have a picture of him." She reached in her pocket and took out a picture and handed it to me. Light shown on it and I looked out the window to see the sun coming up. I could see things more clearly now. I looked back at the picture and saw her dad. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. I looked at Alex and found that she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Did you get your mom's eyes and hair genes?" I asked.

"No. I was adopted. And his wife died before he adopted me when I was three. He said it was because he was lonely and needed some one with his intrests. But he would say he couldn't wait to join God.'' I handed back the picture and she took it.

"Where is he now?"

"Heaven. With God like he wanted. But he didn't want to die like he did."

"He ran, didn't he."

"Yes but he but not for his life. Mine. He told me when we were running that I was to young to die. He put me in the sewer where I would be safe for then. When I got in, he burst in flame. He was hoping to die of old age." A tear ran down her cheek.

"At least you know what happened to your dad. My parents could be dead or on the other side of the world. Its torture to not be sure." My blue eyes stared into hers. "Don't be sad because you aren't alone now."

I was thinking about leaving that day but everyone seemed tired, even me. So we stayed for the day and tomorrow we decided to leave. While the girls were asleep, I looked around upstairs and found the bedroom that Alex led me to the night before. It was a nice room with its own bathroom. I examined the room and looked in the dresser were I found boy clothes. I closed the dawer and on it I saw dirt. I looked at my hands and saw they were dirty.I took a shower. When I got out, I tried on the clothes in the dresser and found they were a bit big but fit anyway.

I went downstairs and found that Alex and Zoe were awake and eating breakfast. "So you guys, girls, ready to leave?" I asked them.

They looked at each other then faked a yawn. "Boy, I'm tired!" Alex said faking another yawn.

"If you didn't want to go today, all you had to do was say you didn't want to,'' I told them.

''We don't want to," they said together.

"Fine. But we're deffinitly leaving tomorrow." Alex and Zoe started talking to each other and I sat down with them.

"How did you end up with, what's your name?" She looked at me.

"Jean. Spelled J-e-a-n.''

''It's french?"

"Yeah. I'm not french though. My dad named me after Jean Luke Picard from Star Trek."

"My dad loved that show.''

"Hey. Weren't you talking to me?" Zoe asked her.

"Yeah. How did you end up Jean?"

"My dad blind folded me."

"And said they were playing a game but really didn't want her to see the tripods." I cut in.

"Hey! I was talking!" Zoe yelled. "But they were in a crowd and lost me. Then he came with an army guy a couple days ago. Now we're on our way to Kansas to find them!" Alex stared at me, surprised that I made that promise.

"You two do know the chances that they lived are like a million to one? OW!" I kicked her under the table but it was to late. I looked at Zoe and she started to tear up.

"But Reginites," they looked at me quizical, "Martians came to Earth when the chances were a million to one that they wouldn't." Zoe brightened up at that.

"So we're still going!"Zoe shouted.

"Yeah, we're still going," I said, thinking what I should do if we couldn't find them.

That is my ninth chapter, finished at 8:30 exatly. Weird. But I made a website on that's not really good because I didn't use html because I suck at it but its about War of the Worlds stuff. I will add stuff on the website too. Oh, and its http/ Don't add the (.).