A/N: Okay. So. Ummmm... Sorry? *Ducks from bricks being thrown at head* I know this is short but I'll try to update again on Monday. Enjoy!

Cammie POV

"Zach! Zach! No! Please, no!" I was running as fast as I could, trying to get to him but he was getting farther and farther away. Then suddenly Catherine appeared behind him and held a gun to his heart and fired. Zach's body sunk to the ground, unmoving and I couldn't move. All I could do was stare at Zach. Then she started walking over to me. "This was your fault, your fault he's dead! Your fault!" Her scream echoed off the walls.

I jolted awake and looked around. I realized I was still on the plane and that is was just a dream. The person beside me looked over at me, raising his eyebrows, silently asking if I was alright. I nodded back in response and he turned away. I began to wonder how much longer it would be until we landed. I looked at my watch and saw that there was only half an hour left. I gathered all of my stuff and waited.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first thing I noticed when I got off of the plane was that D.C. was crowded, very crowded. 'Perfect' I thought. I knew I couldn't just wander around, I needed a place to stay so I walked around until I reached the baggage claim then walked around until I found the exit. I hailed another taxi, crossing my fingers that I wouldn't run into another COC agent. I got into the cab and said to the driver "Take me to the King County Public Library. (A/N: I don't know if there's a such thing as that but I just made it up.) I remember when I was younger my mom and dad would take me to this house in D.C. and leave me with a babysitter while they went to a 'meeting' and my babysitter would take me to this library near there. When I got older, I found out what my parents were actually doing and I remembered that it was a sort of safe house. My parents had lots of houses all around so my mom might not even remember about this one.

The driver looked at me weirdly, probably thinking 'What kind of person goes from an airport to a library?' but he started driving.

After about 20 minutes (19 minutes and 39 seconds) he stopped in front of a brick building.

I handed him a couple of bills and then got out. When I made sure he was gone, I started walking in the direction I knew the house would be. I walked until I got to this neighborhood and turned inside it. There was nothing special, nothing to suggest there would be spies here and that was what made it so safe. I reached the house and lifted up the doormat and there was the key. Cliché, I know, but it works.

When I walked in, I was flooded with memories from when I was younger, when everything wasn't so complicated, when I believed everything was normal. I then went up to my room, or the room I stayed in when we visited here. I unpacked a laptop I bought at the airport and searched up a school that was only a mile from here then hacked into their database and entered myself as a new student starting the day after tomorrow. Then I collapsed onto the bed and was out.

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