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"No," the word felt funny in my mouth and I backed away from D her hand still outstretched. I still completely disoriented and not completely believing what D had told me.

D's eyes widened having likely not expecting that response from me. If this had been a book or movie I would've said yes. If this were a book or a movie I wouldn't have this much trouble understanding how I had gone from point A time 1 to point Z time 26.

I took another step away from her, and felt my heart rate pick-up speed when D took a step towards me simultaneously. "Go away," I shouted, tears appearing at the corners of my eyes.

D froze, startled by my outburst and then took a step away. She stood on the edge of the roof and glanced back at me, "if you want help go see the others."

I didn't move, and D continued softly looking at the ground, "I only know a few; Bleu, Fai, Sam, Emily, and," she paused and laughed slightly, "Linda." She looked up at me with eyes as cold as stone, "If you need me I'll be finding N."

She walked to the edge of the roof, "I'm going to find a way home myself." She looked back at me one last time with an expression of pure need, begging me to come with her. I stood still in shock, and she let a single tear fall before turning away from me and leaping to the next building…and the next… and the next.

I turned away, and sat on the edge of the roof, trying to regain myself. For a long time I sat still, staring at the sky and trying to remember what had happened the last three days, and even more importantly; what R was trying to warn me about.

As reached its peak I decided I needed to change my appearance. I felt the familiar thrum or a glamorous amount of energy within me, and smiled slightly.

In the end the most I could accomplish without the skill to change or add materials to my own chemical and physical make-up was to decrease my hair length by three feet to a boy's style, and changing my outfit also to that of a boys.

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In all, it wasn't that much of a change but when I looked at my reflection in the window of a store I find myself in awe by the difference. And slightly angry. The best thing was that I looked like a boy; the worst was that I actually looked like a boy.

I walked around the city and thought about D and the names she had told me. Did I even trust her enough to seek out those people?

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"Bleu, Fai, Sam, Emily, and Linda," I muttered under my breath as I walked down the streets. Most were rather common names and I wondered how hard it was going to be to find five people in all the countries of the world. It could take me years to find even one of the people.

As I rounded the corner I smashed into a familiar blonde. How did he keep turning up everywhere I was?

I hurried to my feet and tried to avoid his gaze, wondering if he even recognized me. "Sorry," he said, brushing a bit of dust off his clothes. I didn't respond, too scared my voice would give me away.

He stopped dusting off his clothes and looked at me, an expression of recognition flashed across his face, but it quickly faded and I tried to ignore my fears. "Aren't you going to apologize?" He sounded a bit irritated. I nodded, but still said nothing.

"I don't have time for this," he growled and pushed past me, my eyes trailing after him a moment before I continued, happy my disguise worked.

I took a few steps forward and stopped suddenly, a frown settling across my face. Didn't Ed have an armored brother? I turned around and scanned the street, but couldn't see the blonde kid anywhere.

With a shrug I pushed aside the nagging sense that something was not right and walked down the street, determined too…I stopped walking. What was I going to do? Where was I going to go?

Before I met D, I would look for adventure or manipulate someone. Now…now I felt bored, but at the same time as though I don't want to do anything. I felt strange and awkward, and I really wanted to close my eyes and remember.

I sat down on the curb, strangely people not even noticing me. It seemed as though my emptiness was turning my invisible to others as well.

My thoughts scattered. I wondered how D had destroyed my memories, why, and what had happened during that time. I wanted to know how my ability worked. But more than anything else I wanted something to do. Anything to make the feelings of uselessness and boredom fade. I wanted D.

"No!" I shouted in frustration getting the attention of a few people passing by who gave me an odd look and continued on their way. How could I be thinking about D? She meant nothing to me. I was certain I had long convinced myself that during my days at the Wellington hospital. I didn't need D, and I couldn't trust her even if I did want her.

Maybe I could go back to the hospital. Then I instantly voided the consideration remembering that one of the rules of the house was that once you left you couldn't come back. I looked around, wondering if the reason people didn't notice me was because I looked like a boy. God people are sexist.

Then I laughed a bit, realizing I was sexist even considering that.

A girl and a boy walked past, the girl was laughing at her boyfriend and he looked genuinely terrified, "Sandra I'm not kidding, that woman…"

Sandra suddenly stopped laughing and grabbed her boyfriend by the shirt, stopping his progression down the street. A look of anger crossed her face, "stop being so superstitious, Tim! So what if that fortune-teller knew your name. You know that whole thing is a sham!"

Tim opened his mouth to respond, but the Sandra's glare made him freeze. "You know," she continued, in a smart-alecky tone. "I'm sure she saw your name somewhere or she heard me call you by name. I mean, geez." she threw her hands in the air of dramatic affect and I raised my eyebrows and continued to watch.

Tim appeared frustrated, when he couldn't respond; he merely pushed her aside and stormed down the street. Sandra looked hurt, her face still flushed from her outburst. She remained still for a moment than sat on the curb and buried her face in her hands, weeping.

Slowly I stood and walked over to her, "hey, are you alright?"

She shook her head and then raised it, her eyes red and her cheeks tear-streaked, "How could I have said such things to him?" She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "I guess that woman scared me a bit too, and I just don't want to believe that my Tom could be so…"

She broke off into tears again and I stood still, not quite sure what to say or do to make her feel better. "What woman?" The words were spoken before I had even considered Sandra's feelings.

She looked up at me, "her name was Bluma."

I looked down, what had I been thinking? That woman was probably just another gypsy, nothing special, nothing near to me.

The woman spoke suddenly, "yes. I believe there was a boy there too. I don't know his name but she called him Fai. Some sort of girlish nickname I suppose."

I leaped in the air and let out a shriek of pure joy and happiness. The woman took on a look of horror from my outburst. She stood quickly and said a quick goodbye before hurrying away with uneasy glances back at me; her boyfriend completely forgotten.

As I leaped up and down, laughing and grinning like an idiot realization dawned. I had absolutely no idea where the fortune teller or Bleu were. I looked around for the woman but she was long gone.

With a sigh I sat back down on the curb, back to square one.

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After awhile I stood and began walking around again. On a street corner a man stood in a kiosk selling newspapers and snacks. I hurried towards him and he gave a friendly smile as I approached.

"Do you know where I could find the fortune-teller, Bluma?" The man lost his smile the second the question left my mouth.

He took on a frown, "Don't go looking for that place."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not scared of some fortune-teller hag, and I'm not superstitious like the rest of you."

The man shook his head quickly, "that is not what I worry about, lad. The woman is more scholar than gypsy. And a gossip too; she knows everything about everyone." He paused and looked anxious, as if his current memories troubled him. "Her brother is who I fear. He is so accurate to his forecasts, it is…frightening."

I shrugged again, "Just tell me where I can find them."

"Aye lad, they reside on the corner of Oakswood Dr. and Pinebeach Rd., but be warned." He gave me a ghostly look and I had to hold back a fit of giggles from his rather funny accent.

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I stood in front of the small house. It looked rather normal compared to what I had imagined. With a fist, I knocked loudly on the door, but heard neither footsteps nor voices from within. I knocked again, a bit louder but still nothing.

"Hello? Anybody Home?" I shouted smashing my fists fiercely against the wooden door.

The sound of someone crashing to the floor came from inside, followed by a string of curses. I waited patiently as the door opened and a pretty girl a few years older than me looked me up and down, rubbing a bump on her head gingerly.

She said nothing and finally, after a few moments of impatience I spoke up, "are you Bluma?"

She nodded, "and you're…" I opened my mouth to tell her when she cut me off, "Caroline…C…you're Creation aren't you."

The phrase was more a statement than a question. My eyes widened, "how did you…"

She cut me off, looking amused, "I assumed you would know if you came looking for me."

"Sorry, I…"

She cut me off again, "You came for my brother, F, Future."

I nodded, "So you're…"

I felt a bit angry when I was interrupted for the umpteenth time, "Bleu, most people call me Bluma. I'm B, Brain."

She gave me a bone chilling grin, "come in, Caroline. I can explain everything."