Kimiko felt Raimundo's hand on her arm as she stepped out of the car, holding up her. She pulled away, showing she could do it herself. Raimundo got the hint and picked up her bag. It was surprisingly light. Then again, what would she really need in the institution?

"This is home," He said, as she looked up at the house in front of her.

"Interesting," Said Kimiko.

"What is?" Asked Raimundo.

Kimiko didn't answer, but stepped forward, pulling her sleeves down over her scarred arms. She wasn't used to moving in jeans anymore. She would have to get back into the habit again. She sighed; this was the last situation she wanted to be in. Going to meet the fiancé was going to be difficult.

"Kimiko?" Asked Raimundo.

"Why do you do that?" Asked Kimiko.

"Do what?" Asked Raimundo.

"Call me Kimiko?" Asked Kimiko.

"Well … it is your name." Said Raimundo.

"You used to call me Kim," Said Kimiko, looking back up at the house.

Raimundo didn't answer. He rolled his eyes and shifted her bag on his shoulder. This was the last situation he wanted to be in. The fiancé meeting the ex was going to be difficult.

They walked up to the door and Raimundo pressed the doorbell. Sara opened it and stood back to let them in, smiling brightly.

"Kimiko! It's so nice to meet you!" She said, holding out her hand.

Kimiko looked at her, down at her hand, back up and then at Raimundo.

"She's blonde." She said, a look of disgust on her face before walking past her.

"Kimiko! What's your deal?" Said Raimundo.

"Don't be angry with her Raimundo, it's not her fault." Said Sara, "She's not herself."

"That's what she's like normally." Said Raimundo, "She's herself alright."

"Oh …" Said Sara, watching Kimiko look around the room.

Raimundo put Kimiko's bags down and shut the door. The lights flickered slightly. He looked at Kimiko who didn't turn around.

"These dodgy lights!" Sighed Sara, "I'll have to have words with the technician."

"Don't bother," said Raimundo, watching Kimiko closely.

"Are you hungry Kimiko?" Asked Sara.

"A little," Said Kimiko.

"Well come with me to the kitchen," Said Sara.

As Sara led Kimiko away, Kimiko looked back over her shoulder. Raimundo stood with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. A look that simple stated 'Behave yourself'.

"So you're from Japan originally?" Asked Sara.

"Tokyo." Said Kimiko.

"What's it like there this time of year?" asked Sara.

"Not sure," Said Kimiko, "Been a while since I was there."

"Well … yes." Said Sara.

Kimiko walked into the kitchen and turned around to face Sara, leaning against the surface.

"What would you like to eat?" Asked Sara.

"Can I ask you something?" Asked Kimiko suddenly.

"Of course." Said Sara.

"Are you afraid of me?" asked Kimiko.

Sara was slightly taken aback. She blinked for a moment and then leant against the surface opposite Kimiko.

"No," She said, "I'm confused, taken aback, but not afraid. I'm hoping I can over come my confusion in time."

"Thank you …" Said Kimiko, "for being honest with me."

"I won't lie to you." Said Sara.

"Do you realise you're the only person apart from Rai who is honest with me?" She said.

"Well Raimundo never strikes me as someone who wouldn't be honest." Said Sara.

"Really?" Asked Kimiko, "So what do you know about him?"

"How do you mean?" Asked Sara.

"What about his past? Where he met me? What happened to his friends?" Asked Kimiko.

"I …" Sara was lost for words.

"Didn't think so." Said Kimiko, "And you know how I knew?"

Sara shook her head. Kimiko leant in and Sara leant forward to hear her. When she was done Kimiko walked out of the room.

"I'll find my room now." She said.

Sara glanced over her shoulder as Kimiko left, the whisper still echoing in her head.

"Because if you knew, you would be afraid of me."

As the clock ticked three o'clock in the morning, Sara still lay awake, staring at the ceiling while thinking.

"What's wrong?" asked Raimundo, rolling over.

"You always know when I'm awake." Said Sara softly.

"Call it a sixth sense," Said Raimundo, "Why can't you sleep?"

Sara rolled over to face him.

"Why don't I know anything about you?" Asked Sara.

"What do you mean? You know everything about me." Said Raimundo.

"No … I don't." Said Sara, "I don't know anything about who you were before I met you."

Raimundo stroked her hair gently.

"I wasn't worth knowing before I met you." He said.

"I still want to know." Said Sara.

"You don't need to know." Said Raimundo.

"But I do." Said Sara.

Raimundo shook his head and rolled over.

"You don't. Leave it at that." He said angrily.

Kimiko sat at the window, staring at the stars. When was the last time she had seen stars? … She remembered. She had seen them just after.

Suddenly she was standing. She looked around at the burning ruins of the temple and looked up. Through the flames she could see the stars. She looked down at her hands. Blood dripped from the ends of her fingertips. Some of it hers, some of it not … all around her, people on the ground. The monks, her friends, Wuya, Jack … only Raimundo and Chase Young were still standing. Chase Young was stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder. Raimundo was calling to her, but she couldn't hear him through the roaring flames. As she breathed in the smoke, her head spun and she felt sick. She stared up dazedly at Chase Young. He was smiling at her. Why? What had she done? Why couldn't she remember?

"Well done Kimiko," He said, "Now go to him. I'll be back for you."

"What have I done?" She asked.

"No remorse Kimiko." Said Chase Young.

"No! I need to know! What have I done?" She asked.

He was walking away. She tried to grab his arm, but she fell forward … and hit the wooden floor of the spare bedroom in Raimundo's house.

She got up and looked around. Fear filled her and the lights flickered again. She took a breath and she calmed down, looking around. She sat back on the chair and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she remember?

(A/N) Hello! Look! I'm back two weeks running! Good start, even though it was close this week. I'm not sure where I'm going with this story … or how I got here … or why I suddenly threw Chase Young into the mix … well he's hot that's why, but seriously, I need to think of a story line.

Tell me what you think.

Lots of luv,

Becky.

XxX