Alex laughed at the joke Molly told her as they waited in line for food. Molly was a new arrival and the staff had asked her to watch out for her and make sure she was taken care of. Alex was glad to help.

Molly was also very protective of her. One of the other residents of the shelter made a leering comment and Molly immediately stepped in front of her. Whatever look she gave had scared the man and he quickly moved off.

Molly had apologized but said it was how she was. Alex had accepted the apology and sighed.

Alex was also nervous because she wondered if she'd see that girl again. She looked as far as she could see and suddenly she saw: She was there again.

Alex felt really nervous as they made their way up in the line. Finally, she was right in front of her. The girl looked at her in wonder and said, "Hi."

"Hi. Why do you look like me?"

The girl shook her head. "I don't know. After you eat and I finish here, can we talk?"

Alex was really nervous. "Where?"

"I'll ask the head of the shelter to use the office. You can bring your friend there," Zoey nodded to Molly, "and she'll make sure I'm not some weirdo."

The two nervously laughed. "Okay."

Alex could barely eat. Finally she asked Molly. "What do you think?"

Molly shrugged. "She seemed nice. She can't be too bad – helping out at a shelter."

Alex nodded, conceding the point. "You don't mind coming with me?"

Molly smiled and said, "You couldn't keep me away."

Alex finally saw the girl from the line finish up and look over at her. She gave a small wave and motioned her head toward the office. Alex nodded back and the two women got up and moved that way.

Finally, the three met at the main office door and the head of the shelter said, "Hello, Zoey. The office is ready. Take your time."

Alex said, "Thanks, Mr. Simmons."

The man chuckled and said, "I told you, it's Bob."

The three entered the outer office and sat in three chairs. The woman who was with Zoey waited outside.

"As Bob mentioned, my name is Zoey."

"I'm Alex."

"It's nice to meet you." Zoey paused. "Kind of weird looking me, right? Like it's a mirror."

Alex laughed nervously. "Yeah."

"Do you think we might be related?"

Alex shrugged. "I don't know. My mom died years ago … hit by a car. No one ever found other family and I grew up in and out the system."

Zoey sighed and then said, "I need to tell you the truth: I knew that."

Alex was slightly defensive. "How did you know?"

Zoey looked at her. "Do you know who I am?"

Alex shook her head.

Zoey reached into a pocket and pulled out a folded piece of newspaper with a picture on it. Alex took the picture and was surprised when she recognized the man. The caption said, "President Bartlett and his daughter Zoey on her first day of College."

Alex was shocked and wide-eyed as she looked at Zoey. "Your Dad is the President?"

Zoey ruefully chuckled. "Yeah. And when I saw you last week I was shocked because I had never seen anyone who looked like me. I got the Secret Service to check you out to see if we were related."

Alex was scared to ask. "Are we?"

Zoey looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know." She paused. "But would you like to find out?"

Alex considered that. "How would we do that?"

"DNA test."

Alex thought about it. "Isn't that expensive?"

Zoey shook her head. "It won't cost you anything. There are perks to being one of the First Daughters. Worst case? We're unrelated. But maybe we can get you a job as a double for me. Best case? We're family, and suddenly you have a whole lot of people to love you. What do you say?"

Alex looked at Molly who nodded at her. "Okay. How do we do this?"

Zoey looked a little guilty. "Well. Actually we have it all set up already. Let me get Ron." Zoey knocked on the door to the inner office.

The door opened and out of the inner office walked two men in the traditional Gman suit. He pulled out his wallet and let Alex read over his ID. It was official and impressive and Alex accepted it as the truth. She also looked at the other man's ID. He was named Sam.

"Alex. My name is Ron Butterfield. I am in charge of the President's security. When Zoey came to me about you, I did some checking. Circumstantial evidence leads us to believe that you might be related to the first family. As soon as we found out there was a chance, we put an agent in place to make sure you were kept safe."

Alex's eyes grew wide and she looked over at Molly who looked slightly sheepish. Molly waved. "Yes. Molly is one of ours."

Molly pulled out a wallet from her sock and showed Alex her own Secret Service ID. "We didn't want to take any chances with your safety if we were right."

Alex was really curious. "Does the President know?"

Zoey shook her head. "Dad has relapsing recurring Multiple Sclerosis. Extra stress is bad for him. I didn't want to get his hopes up and find out we were wrong."

Alex was shocked by that. "Do people know about that?"

Zoey chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Congressional hearings and everything."

Alex thought about it. "But he's okay? I've seen people who died from MS."

Zoey nodded. "He doesn't have the acute type. As long as he takes care of himself, he's okay."

Alex had to ask another question. "You think he'd be hopeful that he might have another relative?"

Zoey laughed. "Oh, yeah. Believe me. If we're right, Mom and Dad and going to be overjoyed."

Alex looked around and saw the older agent nod his head in agreement. "I don't think Zoey is overstating it at all. She might be understating it … a lot."

Alex sat back and considered. "So what do we do?"