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Blair's mouth simply fell open.

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"K-Kira Chloe?" Blair stammered, her mouth still hanging open in disbelief.

"Yes," the female police officer said, a little bit of annoyance etched onto her face. "Can we please see the owner?"

"Wait," Blair denied, ruffling her raven black hair uncomfortably. "What orphanage is Kira from? And…do you, uh, have any leads?"

"No," Officer Smith butted in, "and we can't tell you what orphanage she's from. It's classified. Except to people that could be potentially useful in this investigation."

Blair sighed, and took a slow step towards the two officers, her hands on her hips. "I might be useful," she said irritably.

"I doubt it," Officer Smith said curtly, a slight mocking smile raising his mustache. "You're just a kid."

"Yes," Blair agreed unwillingly, her mud brown eyes narrowing at the ignorant officer. "But I—"

"Excuse me," said a scratchy voice from behind Blair. "Can I help you two officers?"

Blair glanced backwards to see Mr. Fisher, looking a little exasperated. He shot her a warning glance, and looked expectantly at the two police officers.

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" questioned Officer Smith.

"Yes, I'm Dan—Dan Fisher."

"All right," the female stepped in. "Could we speak to you—" her eyes trailed over to Blair for only a moment—"alone?"

Mr. Fisher nodded, offered Blair another ominous glance, and led the two officers into the far back of the restaurant.

As the officer's retreated, Blair stood at her post, tapping her foot in suppressed curiosity. Kira had been her friend—it had been a short-lived relationship, but a relationship nonetheless.

But then Blair remembered a key point about Kira—she had an untapped past. She'd resisted answering questions about where she lived, or her family when Blair had asked her. But why?

And now Blair had found out that she was a runaway orphan? Really? What if the officer's had made a mistake? Kira couldn't have been a runaway orphan…no way….

But Blair had seen that picture. That was Kira, all right. That was her face, eyes, and hair. Unless she had a long lost twin—which was especially doubtful.

Before Blair knew it, she'd become so wrapped up in her thoughts that there was an endless line of people, shouting and cursing angrily at her to snap out of her trance.

Blair glanced at the crowd abruptly, her eyes widening. "Er—sorry—" she murmured. She looked at the first person in line, and sighed, "Welcome to Dan's Diner"—she hesitated—"how many?"

Later; Logan, Kayla, and Blair's home; Dinner time

"So," Kayla said, breaking the silent barrier that had existed throughout dinner, "how was—er—work with Danny?"

Logan's expression darkened at the sound of Danny's name, but he didn't comment. Blair looked up from her salad, which she had practically buried her face in.

"What?" she said quietly, not catching Kayla's question.

Kayla raised her eyebrows, looking concerned. "How was—was work with Danny?" she said curiously.

"Not bad," Blair said slowly. Then she sighed and pushed her plate away from her. "I'm not hungry." She stood up from the table.

"Hey," Logan called to Blair, as she began trudging to her bedroom. It was the first word he'd said to Blair since she'd gotten home an hour ago.

Blair sighed exasperatedly, stopped in her tracks, and glanced sideways at Logan. "Yeah?"

"What's the matter?"

Blair shook her head. "Nothing," she lied shakily. "I've just got to—to go upstairs and think."

Logan's nose twitched. "'Bout what?"

"Er—homework," Blair lied again, sprinting up the steps before Logan could remark.

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Blair sat on her bed in her room, her arms huddled around her knees. She couldn't fathom the fact that Kira had been a runaway orphan—and she had no idea why. Why was that so hard to comprehend? What was so difficult about that fact?

Blair, Kira was a runaway orphan—okay? Okay…

But Blair just couldn't seem to accept it…. Why hadn't Kira wanted her to know? Why had she run away in the first place?

Blair remembered the first time she'd met Kira—after she'd had a spasm attack and collapsed, then when she'd become conscious again, Danny had noticed a pair of bright yellow eyes in the bushes—which, in truth, had turned out to be an amber color, not yellow.

Fortunately for Blair, she had a curiously accurate memory (she always thought it had something to do with her perplexing powers)—and could remember what Kira had said word for word—the very first time they came across each other.

"It's not that far—by foot it'll take about two days to walk there, and then you'll have to find a way to cross the water and actually get onto the island. I could help you with that, if you'd like. My or—I mean, my parents own a boat. It's docked not too far from the island."

My or—I mean, my parents own a boat.

She had almost said orphanage….

Blair buried her face in her pillow, and tossed her fuzzy purple covers over her head, blocking out the sounds, sights, and smells of the world.

Unfortunately, she couldn't escape her thoughts—

Which is why it took three hours to drift asleep.

Monday Morning; 7:45 AM, fifteen minutes before classes begin

"Arrgghh," Blair moaned, slamming her head violently against her locker. "I. Hate. School—especially Mondays."

Danny held back a fit of snickering, and tore Blair's head away from her locker. "Blair—don't hurt yourself."

"Maybe if I do—I could go to the nurse's office, and get out of class for the next few days." She faked a smirk and glanced at Danny curiously. "What do you think, Dan?"

"I doubt the nurse would fall for it—let alone Logan," Danny teased. "He'd probably make you home school for the days you were out."

"But what if I really hurt myself?" Blair joked, nudging Danny's shoulder. "Seriously—this locker could do some damage."

Danny couldn't help but to chuckle. "Masochistic much?"

Blair shrugged innocently. "Only slightly."

"Oh Blair—willing to hurt yourself to escape your awful grades? Tsk, tsk—maybe you should see a therapist," said a drawling, preppy voice from behind Danny.

Blair knew the voice well. She knew she should've ignored it—but she was too stubborn to allow herself to.

Sighing, Blair glanced over Danny's shoulder, and faced the disturbance.

"What the hell do you want, Meghan?"

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