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Chapter 2

It's all in the eyes. They get mad a lot, but Charlie can tell when they're really mad just by looking at their eyes. Today was one of the days when they were really mad.

Charlie was actually scared. The way the gang – Ericka Armstrong, Darlene Schmidt, Burt Sullivan, and Eugene Anderson, the meanest kids in the orphanage who were all older than Charlie and Stormy by two years – was looking at her and Stormy was truly terrifying. Charlie's hand gripped Stormy's tightly as she searched desperately for a way out of this.

Seeing an opening via a locking supply closet down the hall a bit, Charlie pointed behind the gang and yelled, "Look, chips!"

They fell for it and all turned. Charlie and Stormy ran into the closet and locked the door firmly. It was a testament to how determined the gang was this time that they didn't even try to rush the door or some such nonsense. They simply waited.

After a few hours, when they had played all the card games they could think of and were quite hungry, Charlie finally cracked.

"I can't take this anymore!" she cried, standing up and reaching up to the ceiling. She pulled the string that attached to the ladder which led up into a tiny storage attic, and turned to Stormy.

"I'm not waiting any longer," she said firmly, her green/blue eyes flashing like traffic lights. "Come on, Stormy. We're running away."

Stormy jumped up, eyes wide.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." Said Charlie, starting to ascend the ladder. "There's a little window that opens out right next to the gutter. We can climb down using that and the ivy."

"Right," agreed Stormy, following her up. "And hopefully we'll live to tell the tale."

Charlie rolled her eyes and crossed to the window, stepping over boxes and tools as she did so.

"Okay, give me a boost." She said after forcing it open. Stormy did so, and soon Charlie was hanging tightly to the strong ivy that clung to the side of the orphanage. Stormy followed her out, breathing heavily and looking anywhere but down. He was a bit scared of heights, and they were five floors up after all.

Slowly the two thirteen-year olds crawled down the wall, avoiding the windows and trying not to slip. Then suddenly…

"Charlie," hissed Stormy. "did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Charlie demanded crossly, trying to find her next foothold.

"Listen!" Stormy said.

And then Charlie could hear it. Two voices from inside the entrance hall, just two floors below them. One was Mrs. Potts, and the other sounded vaguely familiar…

"I'm sorry, sir, but I've no idea where she and that Owens boy have gotten to. I can assure you that we have much nicer and more well-behaved children here, if you'd like to–"

"Mrs. Putts," said the other person (Stormy and Charlie both snorted back laughter at this). "I do not want just any child. I am looking for my daughter, and nothing is going to keep me from finding her. Do I make myself clear?"

Stormy and Charlie exchanged wide-eyed looks. They felt as if they were in a dream. It must have been some sort of coincidence…

But could this possibly be the man they had been waiting for since they were three? Could this be the mysterious Doctor?

Of course it was. It would have to be, right? Who else would claim Charlie as their daughter? Who else would even know of her?

At once, both children looked down. A man in a tweed suit was speaking to a slightly annoyed and nervous-looking Mrs. Potts.

"That's – oh my god, that's him!" Charlie gasped, wrapping her arm firmly around a vine and pulling out her necklace. She opened it and said, "Look, Stormy! It looks just like him! Even the same suit!"

"I can't believe it!" Stormy said, shaking his head. "It's – it's really him!"

Below them, Mrs. Potts and the man with the bow-tie were still arguing.

"Children don't just disappear!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "What sort of a children's home are you running where you can't even keep track of them?"

Mrs. Potts now looked angry. Her grey face was turning red from fury (usually a reaction only Charlie could provoke from her).

"Excuse me, sir," she said, putting her wrinkly hands on her hips. "But I have over a hundred children here. I don't have the time to worry about two worthless brats."

The look on the man's face was terrifying.

"Listen very carefully, Mrs. Parks," he said in a low and dangerous-sounding voice. "Every single person has worth, and if you ever dare to speak about anyone – most of all my daughter – that way again, I can arrange for something quite unpleasant to happen to you. Do you understand?"

Mrs. Potts nodded, eyes wide and scared. Charlie and Stormy, high above, shared a look. They liked this man more every second.

As he and Mrs. Potts argued on the ground, Charlie and Stormy began edging around the side of the building.

"We'll climb to the side, then down," instructed the red-haired girl in a whisper. "then we can walk around to them and pretend we were just hiding."

Stormy nodded. "Good idea."

They only made it a few inches before a loud EEECK interrupted the bickering down below.

"Oh no," said Stormy softly, eyes wide. He was looking at the wood nailed to the side of the building that someone had long ago encouraged the ivy to grow on.

The nails were slipping out of wood.

Before anyone could react, the wood detached from the wall and Charlie and Stormy were sent tumbling backwards, screaming all the way.