Author's Note:Sorry everyone for the MAJOR delay, we got caught up in our lives(and writers' block). But we're back! Tell us what you think. And sorry for the shortness in this and the previous chapters.

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Chapter 3

My life just couldn't get any better? First Rob shows up (But is that a bad thing? I haven't decided.) Then I get my powers back. And to top it off, my boss wants me to work an extra shiftnext week. (I swear, the man lives to torture me.) I moved Sam, much to his disappointment, and did something I haven't had to do in over five years, call the hotline under the missing person's picture.

I dragged my feet until I eventually reached the phone, and dialed.

"1-800-WHERE-R-YOU, this is Rosemary, how may I help you?" I couldn't believe that she was still working there. (I mean, it had been over 8 years since I had called!)

"Hey, ummm, The girl currently out on your milk carton ad is at 2809 Short drive…" I stated the address that ad been on the letter from my vision.

"And I will need a name to give to the parents and authorities in case of a reward and suchlike," Rosemary inquired.

'Oh this could complicate things, but what the hell.' "Jess Mastriani"

"Okay Jess, thank you for your help, have a nice day."

"You too Rosemary," I hung up.

I hope she doesn't give my name to the FBI again, then what would I tell Jacob? It could turn out to be a repeat of Indiana somewhere along the line, and I didn't want that. Ever. Though truth be told, I had kind of missed the whole saving kids from abusive parents/tracking serial killers thing. Oh well, I can't go back and change it now, so might as well live with it.

Sam's mews shook me from my ponderings. (I swear, that cat is ALWAYS hungry!) I fed him, then decided with all the stress I had been through; I deserved a long, steamy shower, a cup of coffee, chocolate, and a movie. I grabbed my robe, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turned on the hot water until it almost burned. (You know when it's so hot it hurts, but still feel really good.) I undressed and got in, letting the scalding water take my stress away. How long had it been since I had felt this relaxed? Oh, about, 5 years, thanks to a certain someone. (Cough, cough) I let the water soothe my aching muscles, but, unfortunately, I had to actually get clean. ( And I had used up almost all the hot water.) For some strange reason, I used the strawberry shampoo the Rob had always loved, weird I know. But what can I say? After all the hot water was gone, I stepped out of the shower, dried off, put on my pj's ( The one's with the cats that remind me of Sam on them) and my robe, and went to make some coffee. Sometime on the way to the kitchen, I decided that hot chocolate would be better. (And I hadn't had any in a while.) I put the milk in a pot on the stove, and grabbed a chocolate bar from the pantry. As I waited for the milk to heat up sufficiently, I watched Sam play with a catnip mouse. It was incredibly cute, and oddly amusing. (When they throw the mouse away from themselves and race after it) Finally, the milk was almost boiling; I put the chocolate into it, stirring slowly. A few minutes of stirring later, the hot chocolate was done. I poured it into a cup, (didn't spill a drop, go me!) and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped the channels until I found something good. "Ever After" was on again, so that's where it stayed. (I wasn't always into such mushy films, just…well fine, it was hormones. Stupid things.) I finished my hot chocolate, put the cup in the sink, brushed my teeth, and laid back down on the couch to finish watching the movie.

"MEOW! MEOW!" Sam was back, and it looked like it was Sunday morning.

"All right sweetheart, give me a second to restart my heart," I said as I stroked him. I slowly sat up, knocking Sam off of me, and made my way into the kitchen. "Sam, please move, I don't want to step on you." (He had kept walking in front of me.) I put food in his bowl, put water in the pot for coffee, and got another bowl of cereal. I took my cup of coffee and breakfast and sat down at the kitchen table with yesterday's newspaper. After I was done, and Sam had stopped demanding that I pet him (such a DEMANDING cat), I opened the apartment door and grabbed today's newspaper. I had until about three o'clock to relax, and then I had to go back to the establishment of torture that I must call a job. (It's not a bad job, but it's not what I really want to do.)

When I got to work barely in time (I don't know why I was almost late, it just seems to happen) and Boss-head (whose actual name isMr. Johnson) stuck his head out of his office and yelled "Mastriani, get your butt in here!"

'Uh-oh, not good.' Nothing good ever happens if you're called into his office. I trudged into a room where, considering my recent performance at my job, I might be fired. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks. Standing around Mr. Johnson's desk were two people I never thought I would have to see again, Agents Smith and Allen. (A/NWe COMPLETELY forgot their names; so if they aren't Smith and Allen, please tell us)

"Good day to you, Ms. Mastriani," Agent Smith said, "It's been a while."

"If you would excuse us, Mr. Johnson, but we have some private, urgent matters to discuss with Ms. Mastriani," That was Agent Allen. (I had kind-of zoned out in shock.) 'WHY ARE THEY HERE?' I thought that I was through with them, but apparently not.

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