Days and weeks passed. Bobby helped me get back on my feet. My leg had been pretty badly injured, but nothing had been broken thankfully. I figured out walking. I learned the layout of the house. I gained a better conceptual understanding of the world around me and words associated with it. We were in a… a community. Many people lived in this community. They were refugees. Men. Women. Children. They were hiding from angels. It made me wonder if I was too.

I didn't learn anything about myself. I mulled over my name quietly. "My name is Kylie Dillinger. My name is Kylie Dillinger. I am Kylie Dillinger." I would repeat those words over and over again to myself until they felt weird in my mouth. They didn't feel like mine. They didn't feel right. I believed Bobby, I believed him completely, but that didn't make it any easier to accept the name as my own. What sort of identity was supposed to go with that name? Bobby had told me I was a good person, but… That's not what I was looking for. What did Kylie Dillinger like to eat? What did she do every day? Why does she have short hair? Why would she pick such a deadly fight? What kind of life did Kylie Dillinger live?

The easiest answer came from Bobby. "Whatever life you want." But that wasn't the answer I was looking for. I wanted to know what I had done, who I had been, what my history was. I wanted to know how I responded to things before. I wanted to know me.

But me was whatever I wanted me to be. That's all Bobby would tell me. He wanted to give me a chance at remembering on my own. "I don't want to alter the truth to you." He said. I didn't understand what that meant. He didn't explain it.

So I cleaned the house while he went out and did whatever he did outside of the house. He usually was only gone for a few hours, but he told me that this time he would be gone for a few days. He didn't necessarily say I wasn't supposed to leave, but the idea was implied. I wasn't so certain about going on my own anyways. I didn't know this place. I didn't know anything. I didn't even have a weapon, much less know how to use one! I'd probably die.

In all honesty, I'd come to depend on Bobby. This experience would be a terrifying one on my own. Having someone to help made it easier, I believed. Easier to learn. Easier to heal. Easier to be a person.

But I wasn't certain if I was being me or not.

"My name is Kylie Dillinger." I whispered again. Bobby had already been gone for about three days. I was beating out the sand and dirt from a blanket, and re-organizing the food and water stores. "My name is Kylie Dillinger." I wanted to feel something with those words, but all I felt was the need to cough. "I am Kylie Dillinger." A name, but it meant nothing. An identity that had yet to be filled in.

As I re-organized, I came across… I wasn't certain what it was. A box, definitely. But a flat box. It held something. It was a… a… a frame.

It was face-down on the floor to the store room. I hadn't seen it there before. I picked it up cautiously, unsure of what it would hold. A picture, more than likely. I understood the concept of those. Bobby had had some in books and explained it to me. But this one…

I couldn't help it. I flipped it over, and let out a gasp.

It was… It was me. Me and Bobby and someone else. I had longer hair, then. I was younger too. I was just… Just different.

I looked happy.

I was in a… a dress, holding hands with the third person I didn't know. The picture was an old and faded square in itself, with a large white rectangle at the bottom. It was small, but I could see that we all looked happy. The other person, the one I didn't know… They were male. They were looking at me with happiness. He had hair a little shorter than what mine is now, and it was black. His skin was tanned. His face was full of delight.

He looked like he knew me.

Bobby was in the picture too. Bobby would know. Bobby would know, and he would tell me.

"Kylie?" Speak of the man. I brought the picture with me, walking towards the front door. I could hear Bobby speaking in low voices with someone else, but as to who I wasn't certain.

"You're not serious." A new male voice.

"I am." Bobby.

"There's no way it's her." A female voice.

"It is." Bobby again.

"Then what's wrong with her?" A second female voice.

"It's hard to explain."

"How is it hard to explain?" I came around the corner at that point, holding the frame by my side. The conversation between Bobby and the other people stopped then. There was another man, and two women. One woman was quite obviously older than the other. She looked close to Bobby's age. Her hair was longer than mine, but not by much. She looked kind. The younger woman was a little shorter that the elder one, though not by much. Her hair was shorter too, and a little more wavy. She was skinny, and I could see something forming in her eyes. The new man was just a little taller than Bobby. He was built very much so like a solid block, and his eyes reminded me of the hardness of the walls around us. He still looked shocked, though.

Then again, they all looked shocked.

"Hello." I said quietly. Bobby pressed his lips together, looking between the two of us.

"Kylie, these are some good friends of mine." He said slowly. "This man here is William Harvelle." The man in question nodded shortly.

"Call me Bill." He said. Like how Bobby's name was Robert. I could remember Bill.

"This is his wife, Ellen." The older woman raised a hand.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"And this young lady here," Bobby didn't get to finish his sentence. The younger woman ran towards me. I raised my hands automatically, afraid by this encounter. The woman wrapped her arms around my waist, constricting me slightly.

"It's so good to see you." She muttered, increasing the squeeze slightly. I looked over her shoulder at Bobby in concern, uncertain as to what to do. He motioned for me to mimic her actions. My response was too late, however. The woman pulled away quickly, wiping something from under her eyes. "Sorry. I… You probably have no idea who I am. I'm Jo. Jo Harvelle."

"Your name is Jo Harvelle." I repeated. As I spoke, she took a few slow steps back. "That's Bill, and that's Ellen." I pointed at the two people in question as I said their names. "You're all good friends of Bobby." Repeating the information was a good trick Bobby had taught me. It helped me make sure I remembered it; made sure the information was solidified in my mind. I didn't want to forget anything new. "It is," what was the phrase I had read? Bobby had given me a book about a boy named Dick, a girl named Jane, and their dog Spot. It had looked old and worn, but it was still readable. I understood the idea of reading, which was nice. But there was a phrase in there that it had said… "It is nice to meet you." That was it. That was the phrase. It is nice to meet you.

"What do you have in your hand, Kylie?" Bobby asked. I remembered the picture. It was still held by my side. I had to ask, now. I held it up to show them.

"I… I found this. It was in the storage room." I explained. "I… I'm in the picture. She looks like me." Ellen's breath caught a little as she looked at the picture. Jo took more steps back towards her family and looked away. Bill kept looking on, but he looked sadder. "What? What's wrong?" I asked. "Is this a bad picture?"

"No," Bobby assured me. "Just an old one."

"Why am I in it?"

"You're not ready to know that yet."

"Bobby, she deserves to know!" Jo argued. "Please. I want my best friend back." Best friend? I understood the two words on their own, but put together… They seemed confusing. How is one friend better than another?

"Jo, quiet." Ellen ordered.

"But what if it's her?" Jo asked, looking back at me. "Look at her! Tell me that doesn't sound like her. Tell me that doesn't look like her."

"Joanna Beth, listen to your mother." Bill said the words firmly. "There are things you don't know."

"There are things that she deserves to know!" Jo… Joanna… Jo said as she pointed at me. Her voice was getting louder. It was scaring me. Obviously showing them this picture was wrong. I upset them. They're good friends of Bobby, and I upset them.

"I should put this back where I found it." I stated, my eyes flickering to Bobby for help. "I'm sorry."

"I think a few things need to be explained." Bobby said quickly. "Kylie, why don't you go back to the store room for a moment." I still looked on with fear. What about this picture had caused such a response? "I'll come for you in a minute. It'll be fine." His voice was rough, like normal, but also weirdly softer. It made me feel better. I offered him a small nod before heading back to the store room.

That didn't stop me from hearing their conversation through the walls, though.

"That… She looks just like…" Jo sounded very upset. "I'm sorry. I just saw her and I thought it was her again. I forgot for a moment."

"It's alright, Jo." Ellen assured her. "We all wanted it to be her when we saw her."

"Is it her? Is it Kylie?" Jo asked. There was silence for a moment. It felt… heavy.

"What aren't you telling us, Bobby?" Bill asked.

"I don't know if she's the same Kylie. I don't think she is, but I can't tell for certain." Bobby admitted.

"How is it not the same her?" Ellen asked. "I gotta side with Jo on this one. Besides the obvious amnesia and the new haircut, it looks just like her. What other options are there?"

"Look, there's something you guys don't know." Bobby said. "There's… There's another universe."

"What?" Bill asked.

"I know, I know. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." Bobby stated. "But it exists. I've seen people come through a portal of sorts, all gold and shimmery-like." Gold. I remembered gold. Had I seen this portal?

What was another universe?

"Look, to make a long story short I met another Kylie. It was about six months back."

"How in the hell could you keep this from us, Bobby?" Ellen sounded angry. "She was just as much a part of our family as she was yours."

"Because she's not the same Kylie. Not in the other world." Bobby said. Other world, other universe. Was this other universe like where I was now? "That other place is different. It's better than here, though." He almost sounded wistful.

"We'll come back to that later, Bobby." Bill said. "What do you mean that she's not the same Kylie?"

"The other her was… She was a witch." I didn't know what that was. It sounded bad. "She could do magic. She could cast spells. She used it here to close that portal and try to trap Lucifer on this side."

"Lucifer is dead." Ellen pointed out. "Michael killed him."

"Not in the other universe."

"So why didn't you tell us this sooner, Bobby?" Bill asked. He sounded angry too.

"Because you don't go messing with things like that." Bobby's voice sounded solid. "You don't go messing in alternate universes where things are different, especially in one that you're supposed to be dead in."

"What about us, then?" Jo asked. "Are we… Are we dead in that other universe?"

"I don't know." Bobby admitted. "But if you aren't then two of you in there can't be good either."

"So which one is she then?" Bill asked.

"I can't tell for certain. In case you haven't noticed, her head is just a wee bit scrambled at the moment."

"Give it your best guess." Bill replied.

"I don't know. Probably the other world. I haven't seen her do anything magic-y or something, though, so I can't be certain at all."

"Well what are you certain of then?" Ellen asked. "Bobby, you brought us here for a reason. Why?"

"I'm certain that it doesn't matter which Kylie it is." Bobby's words made me feel… good, in an uncertain way. "She's still my family. I already lost her once, I ain't about to lose her again."

"Then why are we here, Bobby?" Jo sounded almost scared. "I want it to be her, but she doesn't remember any of us. What if it's not her? Or what if she never remembers?"

"Then we make do." Bobby said decisively. "Just like we always do."

"I hate to ask this, but does Kevin…" Ellen's words stopped abruptly, as though she wasn't comfortable with continuing.

"I don't know." Bobby spoke after a short pause. "I still haven't seen him since he walked off." The pause was much longer after that. Whoever Kevin was, he had been cared very much for by these people.

"Can I go see her?" Jo asked hesitantly. "I… I want to apologize to her." Apologize. Make amends. Say sorry. What did she have to apologize for? I was the one that upset everyone with the picture.

The same picture that was still in my hand. I looked down at it again, down at the mystery man I was holding hands with. We both looked happy. We both looked like we cared a lot for each other.

I wished I could say that I recognized him.

"It'd be best if I went and got her first." Bobby decided. I looked away from the picture. "She trusts me. I'll bring her out here again, and we can all sit and talk calmly. I think that'll work."

Bobby came in after a minute or two. "Hey, kiddo. You doing pretty alright?" He asked. I wasn't certain how to answer. I had just learned so much new information.

"Am I from another…" What was the word he had used? Not world, the other one. "Universe? Am I not from here?" Bobby's face fell a little as I asked that question.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "All I know is that you're still my family."

"I am?"

"Yeah, you are." He promised. "You mind grabbing some waters, coming out here, and talking with our guests?"

"Am I going to learn about who I am?"

"Yes."

"Which… Which me am I going to learn about?" Because apparently there were two options.

"We'll tell you about both." He decided. "Are you OK with that?"

"I think so." I looked at the picture still in my hand. "Which… which me was this?"

"That was the you that the Harvelles knew."

"Can I… Can I ask questions about it?"

"Yeah. We'll just take it one step at a time, alright?"

"Alright." I agreed. Together we got a few bottles of water, some hard tack, and went out to join the others.