I left Amelie out the same door that Oliver and Richard had exited. Walking down the hallways, I searched for Richard. Eventually I found my way to the main room, where a secratary was sitting behind a desk.

"Do you happen to know where Richard is?" I asked.

The woman looked up, confused. Then her face showed recognition and she sputtered nervously. "R-right through that door, ma'am." She told me, then smiled.

I went to the door that she pointed to and knocked. "Come in." Came Richard's voice.

I entered the room and sat down in the only seat available. The name plate on his desk read 'Mayor Morrell'.

"Mayor, huh? Aren't you a little young for that?" I asked.

The calm expression that had been on his face when I entered disappeared. "It's a long story, but yes, I suppose I am a little young to be mayor." He said, a sad expression coming over his face. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

"My name's Emma. Emma Rainn." I told him, and extended my hand. He took it in his large hand and shook.

"It's kind of freaky, you know that?" Richard told me, searching my face. "Almost completely similar. Except you look a little younger. And the eyes, they're different."

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I was told that if anyone found out, things might get dangerous for me and I wanted to ask you-"

"Not to mention it to anyone? No problem. One good thing about growing-up in Morganville is taht you know how to keep a secret. Secrets can be deadly in Morganville." He said with a slight smile.

"One other thing. Do you have a bathroom in this building? I can't leave looking like this. One that preferably allows me to leave without the secretary out there seeing me?"

"There's a bathroom out this door to the left. There should be a window big enough for you to climb through. That's the only way I can see you leaving without her knowing." He told me.

I stood up and headed out the door. "Thanks." I said to Richard with a smile on my face. I was definitely going to be coming up with fake reasons to see the mayor. He was just too cute.

After pulling down my hair and running my hands through it, making it go back to it's slightly wavy state, I wiped my face clean of the makeup. Then I took off my shoes. There was no way I was going to be able to climb through a window in those heels. The window its self was located right above the sinks. I guess I would be climbing onto those.

I put the shoes in the trash can, not wanting to leave anything behind, and pulled myself up on top of the first sink. Then I reached up, opened the window as far as I could, and popped off the screen. Next, I grabbed the ledge. This was the hard part. Pulling myself up, I managed swing my legs out the window, so that I was sitting on the ledge.

One thing Richard hadn't mentioned: it was a long way down. I looked around for anything to soften the fall, but there was nothing.

"Are you going to sit up there all night?" Came a voice from below. When did Jason get there? He was leaning against a tree, staring up at me. I quickly made sure that he couldn't see anything up the skirt I was wearing.

"What's it to you?" I asked, feeling defiant. I was not going to let him bully me any longer. "I'll jump when I'm good and ready."

"Let's hope that happens soon. I've got places to go and we need to get you home so I can do that." Jason started walking towards where I was while talking. "Jump."

"Is this some sort of trust exercise? There's no way I'm going to try that with you." I told him.

"Suit yourself. I just wanted to get us out of here more quickly. Go ahead, then. Jump. I'll stand back here." He said, starting to walk away.

I bit my lip, thinking. "Wait." I called. He turned around. "If you drop me, I will kill you."

Jason smiled. "I'd like to see you try. Okay, I'm ready when you are." He said, outstretching his arms, waiting to catch me.

I slid forwards so that only my arms were holding me on the window sill. Then I quickly let go, closing my eyes quickly. Within seconds Jason's arms were around me, and my feet were hitting the ground. I hit hard, but not nearly as hard as I would have it Jason hadn't been there.

"Thanks." I said. I noticed Jason's arms were still around me. Then he let go and pushed me gently away from him. He turned and headed towards the front of the City Hall building. The car was still out there. He climbed in, and I followed.

"So, what're we doing now?" I asked as we drove out of the founders square.

"Well, first you go home and change out of the outfit. Then you can do whatever the hell you want." He said without looking at me.

"What about you?" I asked. He'd mentioned having things to do.

"None of your business." He told me, sounding annoyed.

Again with the attitude. We staid quiet for the rest of the drive. I wasn't going to be the one to speak first, not after the way Jason treated me last time. He definitely didn't try to strike up a conversation. When we arrived at my house I got out of the car without a goodbye to Jason.

"Emma, is that you?" Mom called when I walked in the door.

"Yeah, mom." I called back.

"Can you come here a moment?"

I followed her voice to the kitchen. She was sitting there drinking a coffee, a beer bottle in front of her.

"That's not yours, is it?" I asked, tempted to walk over and take the bottle away. She was pregnant.

"Of course not. It's Barrels." She said, annoyed. "Where have you been? You didn't come home last night."

"Oh, you noticed?" I asked, the harsh tone in my voice unintentional.

Mom looked embarrassed for a moment. "Actually, no, Barrel mentioned it to me this morning." She said. Figures! She didnt' care about anyone but stupid Barrel anymore.

"I was at a friends house." I told her.

She just nodded, not interested in what friend, or what we did. "Do you mind making Darrel something to eat? He's been complaining for an hour, but I'm just too tired."

No way! "Of course mom." I said instead. I didn't want to deal with the argument.

I made macaroni and cheese for mom and Darrel than headed up to my room to change. After putting on a pair of jean skirt and a red t-shirt, I went back downstairs to talk to my mother.

"Mom, can I ask you something?"

"What is it, Emma?" She replied. She was watching T.V. with Darrel.

"Do you have any pictures of dad?" I asked.

She looked up, surprised. "Why? You never ask about your father." She answered.

"I know, but I've never actually seen a picture of him." I said.

"Can it wait?" She asked. "I'll get them later."

"It's kind of important, mom." I said, insisting.

"Fine. They should be in a box in the closet upstairs." Said said, and waved me away.

"Thanks."

I went upstairs and took out all three boxes. After searching through the first two, I was getting discouraged. Maybe she had accidentally thrown them out. Maybe they got lost in the move. It wasn't until the third box that I actually found them. They were in an old photo book that I'd never seen before. There was only two pictures. I took both of them out.

I could see that family resemblance, of course. The shape of my eyes, the full lips. His eyes were more of an ice blue, though. His hair was grey so I had no way of knowing if we had the same hair colour. I doubted it, though. I had my mothers curly blonde hair. I flipped both pictures over. The first one was blank. The second one had a single word written on it: Bishop.

This chapter was... hard to write, to say the least. I originally had a whole other chapter that was completely different from this one done, which had about twice as many words as this one. Buuuuut, I didn't like it. So, this is what you get. Hope it was good. I definitely like this chapter MUCH better than the original.

Review please, people! Tell me what you loved, or, you know, hated. Any feedback is good feedback.

Also, is anyone surprised by the ending of the chapter? :D