Shaggy didn't tell the others he spoke to Lydia the next day. He decided it was best if he kept it to himself. That day the gang split up to do their own things. Velma went to the public Libary, Daphne decided to go shopping at the mall, Fred spent his day tinkering with the Mystery Machine. However, while Scooby was downstairs in the kitchen Shaggy was upstairs drawing. What was he working on? A picture of Lydia. He couldn't shake her from his thoughts. She was hurting and wounded. She was a mystery to him. This was one of the times he was completely and utterly invested in a mystery. He liked solving Mysteries but they were getting old because they were all the same. This one, however, was different.

Lydia was different.

Miles and miles away from Coolsville there was a house on a hill. This house was owned by a woman named Clara Baxter but she didn't live there her niece Lydia did. Clara knew what Lydia had gone through. After seeing all that had happened to their daughter Lydia was sent away. So in this house, Lydia lived determined to hide from the public. She sat in the living room covered in an old quilt trying not to think of the past and trying not to look at herself in the mirror. Finally, in an act of frustration, she put her hood back on and rushed to her room. She proceeded to sob into her bed covers her whole body shook with sobs. She hated what she had become absolutely hated it.

Later That night Shaggy waited anxiously for Lydia. As soon as she arrived he let her in.

"What would you like to hear?" Lydia asked quietly.

Her hands were shaking. Shaggy noticed the veins. Lydia realized he was staring and shoved them in her pockets.

"Sorry I didn't mean-"

"It's okay Shaggy it's understandable" Lydia replied.

"Where do you live now?" Shaggy asked as they sat down.

"In a house hidden from everyone"

"You really don't want to be found do you?"

"Yes I don't want to be found"

"Why were you there that night at the amusement park?"

"I've been following your cases. I wanted to see a mystery in action so I researched and thought you might be there. When I saw you and Scooby fall I didn't think I acted"

" It's a good thing you were there"

"I agree"

"Lydia?"

"Yes?"

"Would you be willing to talk to the others?"

"Yes but not here and not now" Lydia replied.

"Where?"

"My place"

Then Lydia pulled out a paper and handed to Shaggy.

"Come whenever"

"We will"