Yumi searched for an escape, but couldn't find one. No one else was in the hallway, there were no doors she could hide herself inside. She froze and waited for him to reach her.

"Can you tell me where the bathroom is?" He asked quickly, bouncing in a 'potty-dance' (you guys know what I'm talking about, don't you?) Yumi sighed in relief. He hadn't recognized her. She smiled.

"Down the hall and two doors down on your right." She pointed down. He nodded a thanks and ran at a full sprint to his destination. Yumi giggled and shifted Jude in her grip. Then, she grew solemn again. Who had invited him back here? Where was Ulrich? She walked by, room by room, checking to see which guy had visitors.

She had checked all three except for Lars' room. Harley had been alone, reading silently. He had stood when she arrived, taking Jude.

"Go," He insisted. "You need to see him." Yumi pecked him on the cheek. She watched Harley bounce Jude on the bed, then slipped back out, knowing that he was in capable hands. The other two had visitors, but they were all women. She sighed. What pigs. But she stopped at Lars' door and prepared herself, making sure she didn't have spit up on her. She breathed and checked, barely cracking the door. It was silent. She opened the door all the way to find no one there. She cursed, now knowing that he was probably wandering and was anywhere. She turned at the sound of footsteps and glared as Lars bit into a banana.

"What?" He asked, lifting his gaze to find her staring at him.

"Did you invite two guys back here?" She asked, her voice cold. Lars lowered his banana, knowing he was in trouble.

"Well, yeah, but why . . ." She cursed and didn't reply. She was gone before Lars could understand. Once he did, he felt extremely guilty. He too, searched the halls in means to find them and make them disappear, to let Yumi stay in her perfect bubble, away from her past. But that bubble had already popped . . .

She ran back to the halls, racing for Harley's room. He wouldn't let Ulrich in, he couldn't let him. He knew better. Yumi trusted him. And yet as she opened the door, two faces looked back at her, one not being her son's. She strode in meekly, Harley grinning at her. Ulrich only stared at her, then at his warm up she was wearing. Yumi stuck out her hand in a attempt.

"Hello, I'm Miana. And who are you?" She asked, shaking his hand, a dazed look on his face. He didn't answer her question, which she already knew the answer to. He instead asked a question of his own.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that warm up? I used to have one just like it." She giggled nervously.

"Oh, this old thing? I got it at some thrift shop ages ago, in this town in fact, I think. I personally like it, it's the most comfortable thing you'll ever wear." She cringed at her horrible American accent, but she had already slipped into it, and it would be suspicious to slip back out into a different tongue.

"Oh, um, I'm Ulrich." He let go of her hand and she strode over to Harley, giving him a death glare while she was behind Ulrich's back, out of sight. She picked up Jude and held him close. This was definitely Ulrich's baby. If he had looked close enough, there was no mistaking it. She only prayed he hadn't as she gave a nod and stepped out, shutting the door gently behind her.

She quickened her pace as she shut the door, hoping she could make it to her room and lock the door before someone came after her.

"Is that your baby?" Ulrich asked Harley, suddenly doubting this girl was Yumi. Her appearance had changed, the way she walked was different. There was a shy confidence that flowed around this girl that Yumi never had.

Harley choked on his water and made an excuse to change the subject. He didn't want to bring Jude into the picture just yet.

Yumi lay on her bed and could only hear the sound of hers and Jude's breathing. She stared at the moving ceiling fan and sighed. The reunion was in two days. She didn't want to go. She'd need an escort. Ulrich would be there, so would Sissy. She'd have to see her old friends that she left, without an explanation. Ulrich would remember the night she came back and ask her about it. And she wouldn't lie. Not again. That was it, she thought as she sat up quickly, instantly feeling dizzy. She wasn't going. That was final. She rolled over and tugged the covers over her shoulder, forcing herself to sleep.

It wasn't fifteen minutes that had gone by before Ulrich and Odd said their goodbyes to the band. It was already nearing three o' clock, and Ulrich had practice the next day, along with a date with Helena. He sighed as they began to walk out. This event had only reminded him of how much he missed Yumi. He'd even brought himself to believe this popstar was Yumi. But he knew better. Yumi was most likely somewhere far away, hiding herself from the world and living quietly in a corner like she did best.

He stopped at the last door, knowing it was the one that Miana was in. He opened it slightly, as if to see this girl one last time, to assure himself that it wasn't Yumi. But both she and this baby were asleep, so he crept in quietly. He hoped she wouldn't awaken and find him leaning over her. He looked at her face. It was like Yumi's, only it had seen more trouble. Understandably, he thought, she has a cradle right next to her. Their hair color wasn't the same, but that could have easily been changed. The one thing he definitely noticed was her smell. It was the same fragrance that Yumi had. He walked over to the baby that squirmed in its dreams.

He somewhat gasped when he saw it. It looked a lot like . . .well . . .him. But that was impossible, he convinced himself, he had never slept with an international celebrity. He sighed and walked back out, giving up hope. Yumi sat up after she heard the door click and felt her heart flood with relief. He hadn't seen the picture of them on her dresser.

So. . .What did ya think? I'm so sorry for my horrible time issue! I am officially sneaking on to this computer and working it at one in the morning! So please don't yell at me! (hides in corner then gets hit by a rock) ow! lol. So review! six more before i will update! oh and SOMEBODY REVIEW MY PHANTOM OF THE OPERA STORY! i have no reviews on that . . . and i really like that story . . .sniffle

Affectionately yours,

-Rae-