Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't posted in a while! I've been out at field school doing archaeological research, and had no time to continue with this (or any good internet, for that matter). I'm back now, though, and will continue to post updates as regularly as I can!

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"You found me next to another opening?" I asked. Bobby nodded.

"Yeah." He said.

"There's a portal thing, open out there into another universe, and you didn't think that was important?" Ellen asked. Bobby shook his head.

"Of course, I thought it was important, Ellen." Bobby argued.

"Then why aren't we over there protecting it?" As Bill asked that question, I felt something nagging at the back of my mind.

"Because it closed." I answered slowly. I looked over at Bobby for confirmation, and he nodded.

"Kylie, how did you know that?" Jo asked. I looked back over at the Harvelles.

"I don't know." I said honestly. "I just kind of guessed." Jo examined me closely at those words, but said nothing.

"Well, you guessed right." Bobby stated. "I watched it happen. Seeing the thing and watching it close is actually what brought me to you." He looked concerned as he spoke. "If I hadn't gotten the alarms I wouldn't have known to go. I watched it close right in front of my eyes. When I looked down," he stopped. Bobby was usually quite certain with his words, but this time he didn't look as sure. "I saw your hand sticking out of the ground."

I knew the rest of the story he'd told me. I was half-buried, and my head had had a nasty gash. Bobby had been impressed I was still alive.

"Do you know how you got that head wound?" Ellen asked. I shook my head.

"I didn't even know it was there until Bobby told me." I could feel something tugging in the back of my mind, but I couldn't quite get a hold of it. It was important, though. It was… About my head? About the Rift? About me? I didn't know. I tried reaching for it, but… it was gone.

I didn't know.

"Alright." Bill said. "Let's do some tests."

"Tests?"

"From what I've heard, there should be some easy ways to tell which you that you are." He said calmly. "Whether or not you can use magic is one. Another could be if you know sign language. A third… What about blades?"

"Blades?"

"Angelic blades." Jo said, smiling. "Our Kylie, she knew how to throw them. She knew how to use two."

"Did the other Kylie?" I asked. Bobby shrugged.

"I think she just favored magic."

"So knowing sign language, or magic. Throwing blades or spells." Bill said simply. Jo shook her head, though.

"She wouldn't know sign language." She said. Ellen and Bill looked confused. Bobby looked like he'd just remembered something. "She had to learn it because she was hurt. She couldn't remember a lot of words, but she remembered hand movements. If she doesn't remember anything, but can speak normal…" Jo shrugged. "She might remember it, but I don't think so."

Bobby nodded. "Fair enough." He agreed. "It'll be worth checking anyways, but you have a good point Jo."

"Wait, wait, wait." I said quickly. "What if I don't want to know?"

"What?" They all asked.

"What if I don't want to know?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's a chance I'm the Kylie from here, and a chance I'm not." I said. "And in all honesty, with a Rift being that close to where I was, chances are pretty high that I'm not the one that you want me to be." All of them looked dismayed at that. They'd all been thinking. None of them had wanted to say it though. "What if I don't want to know which one? What if I just… just want to be me?"

"We need you, Kylie." Bobby said. "We need your help. You were the best at keeping the angels away. And the other you… she's powerful. Either way, we need you."

"So why can't you have me, and not know?" I asked. "Who says I can't be useful, even without knowing?"

"Because…" Bobby took a deep breath. "Because I…" He shook his head. "No. No, you're right. You're right." He took another breath. "You don't need to know. We, technically, don't need to know. We might find out anyways, your memory could always come back to you naturally. But right now," he looked around at the others. "We don't need to know." He was firm as he spoke.

I looked around at the others too. They looked like they wanted to disagree, but couldn't. They… They wanted to know which one I was. They wanted to know how useful I could be. They cared too, yes, but… They cared about which one I was. They would care about one more than the other.

But not Bobby.

I looked over at Bobby, and could see he just wanted one thing. He wanted his family back. He looked at me and saw… Saw family. Family he had cared for. Family he had watched grow up and get married. Family he had watched die.

He just wanted that family back again.

"Fine." Ellen agreed. Bill nodded begrudgingly with her. From the looks of it, I could see they weren't happy with the decision. They would probably talk to Bobby about it later.

Nobody said much to anyone after that. We all just sat around in silence. Eventually, though, Jo broke it.

"I need to go for a walk." She said decisively. She stood up, offering a hand to me. "Wanna come with?"

"That sounds like a great idea." Ellen agreed quickly. Bill nodded with her. I looked over at Bobby, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I could handle these people with Bobby around. I trusted Bobby. But with one of them, one-on-one? People I didn't even know, might have not ever known in the first place, but who definitely knew me.

Or at least, one version of me.

Bobby offered me a kind nod. "It's alright." He promised. I could see the words were hard for him, though.

I got up and followed Jo. We walked out of Bobby's home, and down into the woods a ways. Jo didn't say anything for a while. Neither did I. She was probably trying to gather her words.

I just didn't know what to say to someone that knew you.

Jo's footsteps were purposeful. Wherever she was going, she knew exactly where it was. I followed her uncertainly, my feet shaking and stumbling over the uneven terrain. We stopped at a spot eventually, though. It seemed like more forest, save for one difference.

A pile of rocks.

Jo looked at the pile, and let out a sigh. "I know you're not her." She finally said. She didn't look at me when she said it, though. She just looked at the rocks.

"You do?"

"Yeah." She sounded bittersweet as she spoke. "When I first saw you, I'm sorry for scaring you. I wanted you to be her. But…" She shook her head. "I should've known."

"How?" She looked over at me then.

"Your eyes are different." She said. "You look more hopeful than she ever did."

"Hopeful?"

"Look around." Jo motioned to the forest around us. "Nobody looks hopeful here. Bobby looks a little more hopeful because he wants you to be… Our Kylie. Our Kai."

Kai.

"What's your name?"

"Kai."

"No last name?" I was talking to someone. I couldn't see them, though. I couldn't see anything. It was just darkness. I heard a noise, howling.

"No." I said. I felt scared, but my voice was a little more firm. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Jo asked. I turned back to look at her, realizing I'd spoken aloud. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just…" I wasn't certain how to explain it. Jo knew, though.

"You remembered something." She said. She sounded excited.

"A few words." I admitted. "I… I went by Kai at one point, I think. I was talking to someone. A man."

"Marv?"

"I don't know." I said. "Who's Marv?" Jo let out a sad smile.

"Sorry. I thought that… if there was another you, there might've been another him; that you might've known him." She admitted. "Marv was an old friend. He… He died too."

"Oh." Lots of people died here. I had a feeling that lots of people died on the other side, too.

I looked at the pile of rocks, and had a thought. "This is her grave, isn't it?"

"Yeah." She said. "We went back for her body a few days later, after the dust had settled. Brought it back and gave her a proper Hunter's funeral, but… It wasn't enough. We wanted to have something to remember you – remember her – by. Something that we could come back to. Kevin and Bobby used to come here a lot. They'd talk to the stones." She smiled a little at that.

"Did you?"

"No." She was still smiling as she said the word. "No, I… It didn't feel right to me. Making the grave, yeah, sure. But talking wasn't ever her favorite thing. She got better at it for us, but usually if she could just use her hands or her actions she would. And she wasn't a big feelings person. She was a soldier, like the rest of us." Jo looked back on the grave, a hint of longing in her eyes. "A damn good soldier, and an even better friend."

"She sounds like someone I wish I was." I admitted. Jo whirled back on me at that, automatically shaking her head.

"No." She didn't sound angry, just… I couldn't place the emotion. It was passionate, though. "No. That's disrespectful to her memory."

"I'm sorry." I started off. She shook her head again.

"Don't apologize." She stated. "To Kylie it was important to know who you were, and to come to terms with that. I know you don't know who you are, and I know you're still trying to figure all of that out, but don't try to be her for our sake. Don't try to be her because you wish you were her, or because you want us all to like you more. Be you." She said those last words firmly. "Kylie believed in a few things in life. Know your enemy. Don't be afraid to fight for what's right. Never give up when it's worth it. Don't be afraid to be you." She looked at me hard, as though trying to convey another message I couldn't understand. "You're here. You look like her. But you're probably not the her that's from here. We can both accept that. So, don't try to be who you're not. Be you."

"What if… What I don't know how to be me?" I asked. Jo looked away from me for a moment, digging at something in the nearby tree roots. When she turned back, she had something in her hands. It was a bundle, wrapped in fabric. She unraveled it carefully, taking a moment to look at the items before giving them to me.

They were two weapons, identical in every form possible. Silver blades, with their length from end to tip just a little shorter than my forearm. They looked sharp and deadly.

They also looked strangely familiar.

"You'll figure it out as you go." Jo promised. "The other you did, and told me the same thing." She looked down at the blades a little and smirked. "You may not be her, but she would've wanted you to have these anyways." I reached forwards carefully, and picked up the daggers. The weight felt good in my palms. It felt familiar. It felt right. I looked back up at Jo, smiling a little. She smiled back. "How much do you wanna bet that in both universes, you knew how to use these?"

I turned from her, glancing at one of the trees. On instinct – or was it memory? – I threw a blade at the tree. It hit dead-center in the middle.

I could feel another memory, in the back of my mind. Practicing. Endless practicing until I could do that right.

I looked back at Jo. She was still smiling. "I think that you're probably right." I said. Jo laughed, an honest and real laugh, and I couldn't help but laugh with her.