(Authors Note) : Hi! Sorry it's taken so long to update you guys but I do have good reason. I've recently moved from my home in Pomona, Ca. to my college dorm in Santa Cruz, Ca. (UCSC) and it's taken a while to get adjusted to my new life and to find the time to actually sit down and write. Even more pathetic, it's a small chapter. Easy read for you though. I hope you enjoy it and I ever so appreciate the comments. Thank you very much! Enjoy! ( that is a command).

Chapter 2: The Missing Frame

Oh dear, could you imagine? It is only chapter two and already, I've failed as the author of this story…

You ask why?

Well, if you don't know, then maybe I shouldn't tell you…but then that would be rather dreadful of me, now wouldn't it.

Let me ask you, do you know what Reese Moira Angela Darling-Montgomery looks like?

Do you know anything about her father (who is just as important as her mother who I've already introduced)?

Is she a good student? Does she know what she wants to do with the rest of her life? Is she naturally smart? Does she think herself brave? Is she tall? Does she treat her body as a though it were a temple? Is she healthy? Does she have a boyfriend? Is she the type of girl who believes in abstinence?

No, you don't know…well this just will not do!

You see, Reese is certainly one of those girls whose character seems to exude a uniqueness that attracts adventure, excitement, and happy endings. Imagine her as a modern day, more functionally sane Alice (the one who went to Wonderland, not mother Alice), or one of those once-upon-a-time, happily-ever-after girls that people seem to like so much.

Physically, Reese was attractive (if she wasn't, we would probably have a problem since stories about ugly people are rarely entertaining). Her hair was of an auburn color that could change drastically depending on the lighting she was in. It was long since she was afraid of the commitment short hair takes, and stayed straight unless tortured with a red-hot curling iron to do other otherwise. She was tall, taller than her mother or grandmother, but not so freakishly tall that she could easily be spotted in a large crowd at a county fair.

She had her mother's noise (small, suiting to her face, and just a bit pointy at the end) and her father's eyes (they were hazel, which meant sometimes they were green, or blue, grey, or brown, though were usually a nice mixture of all four).

If you ever saw a picture of Wendy, you would notice Reese had her lips. The lips were puffy and pink, though during cold days they became a sweet cherry red, and pretending to be perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner was a kiss that neither Wendy nor Reese ever really realized they had.

Reese was slender, never one to overeat, and was, of course, healthy since to not be was very childish. Her hips, waist, and bust were that of a woman, yet sometimes, in her face there was a trace of the disappearing child she didn't want to keep around. It happened to come out when she very relaxed and very happy, but only when she wasn't thinking to hide it. When the child in her did come out, it did so in her hazel eyes, pink lips, and a right-side dimple that was determined to remain with her forever.

Her sense of style was rational. She liked blue jeans in non-formal settings and dresses when the occasion called for them. Her choice of tops ranged depending on the weather and she usually bought only what was fashionable for that season. She could be extremely sexy or boringly conservative and all was done with the contents of her closet.

The girl was good at school, there was no denying that. She would be the one at school who would always be top of the class, who would always turn in her homework on time, if not early, who would always understand the teacher even when the teacher didn't understand herself (assuming the teacher was a her, though the educator could just as well be a he).

This "good-student" mentally Reese had always had (from day-care as a three year old to her senior year of high school) came from her father, James Edward Montgomery. He was well educated, wealthy, and from one of those "old-money" families in southern America. He loved his daughter dearly and was very fond of Alice though, because of long hours at work, seemed to be completely unable to keep hold of the love he had once had for her. They both knew it and it was a shame that neither tried to do anything about it. Reese wondered what would happen after she left to study at her University, and knew there was a good chance that the relationship would break apart completely after the glue that held them together (meaning her) was removed.

He was extremely proud of his daughter who was able to be virtually perfect and mature. While his friends at the office complained of confused, depressed, misled, angry teenagers at home he only had good things to tell and heard "You are so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter," more than any other father in the world.

Like always however, the office was in serious need of him and so he could not accompany the two ladies of his life on their trip to London town to see his dear mother-in-law.

Reese wasn't mad however. She was past being mad. There was no point to it anyway.