I, once again, do not and never will own Foster's home for Imaginary Friends.

Before I start this chapter I would like to thank Tall T, Imp168, and Scharr Ikor for their generous reviews.

Chapter 3:

Frankie slaps her head. "AArgh why didn't I think of that?! I should have thought of everything before I just took off."

"You looking for a place to live? What did you lose your job or something?" A stranger approaches her and she backs into the wall just in case.

"Uh something like that" She replies nervously.

"Well there is a job in New York. You get to live in a penthouse apartment and all you have to do is control your business on that laptop of yours." Frankie immediately pictures herself in her own little cozy office checking her email in front of a huge window showing all of New York. She sees the email that has Nyson accepting her job offer. She waves it off and deletes it very arrogantly.

She gets a twinkle in her eye and starts violently nodding her head. "Yes I'll take it." Even if it is a hoax, it's all I have right now. Frankie thinks to herself. "So where do we go?"

"Oh just follow me he says, don't worry I'll pay for the plane ticket." Frankie shrugs and they're off.

Apparently, the stranger was head of a large business and was in her town away on business. So, when they got to New York he revealed his identity and Frankie lived in a penthouse apartment but it was grimy and rundown. She worked for a large corporation being personal assistant of the owner. In other words, grabbing meals, coffee, reading and answering his email, answering phone calls, you get the idea. It wasn't as bad because she was used to much worse than that at Fosters. The only problem was that this man was ungrateful and selfish, he yelled at her all the time and didn't say thank you. It was like working at Fosters but only for Mr. Herriman. She was devoted to working at Fosters because of the few thankful friends who give her love instead of the cold shoulder like this guy. She even shed a tear one day in a taxi about to go pick up his dinner.

How sad! I bet you want to know what'll happen next huh?