Ding.A timer went off and a sweet smell filled the home. Sam loved that tasty scent, it reminded her of her grandmother's kitchen, if her grandmother had been a vegan. Still vegan cookies smelled so delicious. Had she not been waiting around the tv and searching through the infernal laptop she would have been hovering around Davey.

He entered the living room with a plate of vegan cookies and two glasses of soy milk. "What did you do you sweet chef you." Sam smiled as he took his seat beside her and put the food and drinks on the table.

"You love my cookies." He teased."And hey if I have to sit through a whole two hours of "angels" then I might as well be eating something good to take my mind off boredom."

"I'm not sure whether I should be insulted or grateful." Sam said as she switched on the tv and grabbed a cookie."So I'll be a little of both." She took a bite."No wait, I am more grateful." She flashed him a smile and closed the computer.

Davey laughed and made himself comfortable as did Sam. The show was an interview with six couples who lived spread across the Western half of America. None of them knew each other or lived in the same state.The last couple was the last to see the mystery boy, the lived in Nevada.Sam watched as the last woman spoke of her interaction.

"My husband my daughter and I were driving home that night from a Fourth of July party. When we got home we noticed that our dogs were out back in the field surrounded by a few coyotes. My husband was sure that one of our colts had fallen and our dogs were protecting them. So we turned on a light and ran out to the field with a shotgun. My husband shot it off to scare the coyotes. But what we found was not one of our horses but a boy who looked to be about eighteen.He was wounded. But the nearest hospital was three hours away so we called a doctor friend who had a clinic in town which was thrity minutes away."

Sam's mind went off as the woman began to explain the grueling trip to the doctors. She'd learned that all of them found him injured in some strange way as if he'd been attacked. And almost all the time they found him unconscious but alone. This all seemed so familar to her.

"We took him home and we expected him to stay for a few weeks due to his near fatal injury, buta week in a half later he was fine. The wound had completely scarred over and had been practically gone. He thanked us for our kindness and then the strange boy named Danny left. We dont know where he came from but the only idea we got to where he was going was that he was looking for his "dreamgirl." My twenty year old daughter who is a professional paintermade some sketchings of him while he stayed. She claims he seemed almost ghostly at times."

The camera zoomed in on the paintings and drawings of the mystery boy. Sam jumped up at them and looked freaked out. "THATS DANNY!" She yelled.

Davey squinted and studied them then pulled out a picture from the coffee table drawer. He glanced back and forth at them and nodded. "It does look an awful lot like him." Davey agreed.

"Are you kidding me it looks JUST like him!" She shouted with excitment and anticipation.

The interviewer looked at the woaman. "So do you know where this Danny is?"

"No, we dont. But if he's out there we'd like to hope he's alright and that he's found his dreamgirl. My daughter thinks that he is a spirit who lost his girlfriend in an accident or he died without saying something to his crush and is roaming the land looking for her. But I guess we wont ever know what he is."

"I do I do!" Sam shouted at the tv and she began to rant of the stupidity of the people as the credits rolled. Davey listened only because he cared about Sam.

"I just gotta find him, did he make it to California? I gotta know." She sighed finishing.

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Sam worked for months on her search, completely ignoring her band and slowly slipping into a depression. Davey wasn't around since he and his band AFI were recording a new cd. While he was walking with Jade towards the guitarist's motorcycle he talked about Sam.

"I dunno what to do anymore. She's getting so depressed and frustrated. She's losing sleep, and hardly eating." Davey explained as he put on a helmet.

"Well," Jade said hopping onto the bike and Davey seated himself behind him. "I think I should take her for a ride tomorrow, all day. You know to clear her mind. Some fresh air will do her good."

The next day came and Jade came in the house and woke Sam up who was hidden beneath dark black covers with papers sprawled out around her. She opened her purple curtains and threw a black helmet with purple roses on it at her.

"Get up sleepy head, we're going for a day trip."

"Jade." She moaned as she looked a the man who had skater style brown hair with blonde tips. He wasnt very tall, but he had muscular arms.

"No moaning. You cant keep doing this. So get dressed."

Sam got into a black mid-drifttank top simalar to her high school one, and a pair of black hip hugging bell bottoms. She put her combat boots on and her fake leather jacket. She met Jade outside who was leaning against his black and blue motorcycle. She put on her helmet and he put on his.

"Ready?" He asked, she nodded and he revved the bike and took off.

Hours passed as they rode through Los Angelas and Sam had cleared her mind. She finally relaxed and just enjoyed life. Well her tranquilty was short lived when out of no where a bullet whizzed by them.

"Jade I thought those guys were in prison!" She shouted.

He gritted his teeth and thought about the men who hated him and had shot him in the arm. "They were." He shouted back. "Sam hold on!"

Sam gripped his waste, and they did a wheelie and sped through traffic. Dodging cars and nearly turning the bike over a few times. "We're gonna die." Sam said negatively.

"No we arent. I can handle this."

Jade turned off to a back road that went through a forest. It was safer than main roads although they would be secluded with those maniacs. But it gave Jade a better opportunity to maneuver.

There were two men on dark green bikes that followed, each had a gun. They couldnt get a clear shot but Sam was sure that a few bullets had whizzed past her head. But she trusted Jade with her life, he wouldnt let her get hurt.One of the men careened off the road as a mysterious motorcyclist came up behind them.

He had a black helmet with green writing on it, it hada tinted visor so his face was unseen. His bike was black with white streaks and he was adorned in all black with some white stripes on his jacket.

"Who the hell is that?" Jade asked aloud.

"I sure he's here to help." Sam responded as she held tighter to Jade.

Jade didnt look back, with this new mystery biker to distract the psycho man, he was able to get ahead. Finally they only heard one bike coming up behind them. And a loud explosion followed. Jade looked behind him to see the new rider. Jade flashed him a smile as the person rode up alongside him. He in turn gave him the thumbs up.

Another engine started coming closer, and in a second the guy in black was shot. He was unable to control his bike and he went off the road and down a hill that led to the woods.

"We have to help him!" Sam shouted.

"I know as soon as I take care of this bozo."

The second psycho rider was not as smart as the other before him. Jade did a sharp U-turn which caused the man to look back and hit a tree, his already damanged bike landed on him. Jade turned off back to the place where the mystery man had gone off. He parked his bike on the side of the road and ran towards the wreckage.Sam grabbed a cell phone out of the saddle bag and called 911.

Jade saw the man that the motorcycle was on the guy and he pulled it off and looked at the lettering on the man's helmet. It said Fantom. 'What a strange way to spell it' He thought. The man was alive but Jade had to see if he had any head damange and if he was still conscious.

He pulled off the helment and looked at the man, he recognized him immediately. "SAM!" He called. "I think you should see this!"

horaay, another chapter. lalala I am happy and right now half asleep so if its a little repetitive, well sorry I just didnt wanna lose my thought.and yeah I realize it's not so secret who the biker might be, and if you didnt know who it was before you probably do now. or maybe I'm just razzing you and I'm gonna put a twist on it, well I guess you'll just have to wait. Reviews I love them.