Ben and I are lying outside in the grass, looking up into the dark sky and the stars. We're lying side-by-side, holding hands.

When we came back from our trip as a couple Remi was ecstatic. She said she had been waiting for it for a long time.

"I was an orphan, as a human." Ben said suddenly.

I looked over at him, "Really?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I never had a family before the Jones's."

"Isn't that a good thing?" I asked, "That way there's no pain of losing them."

Ben shrugged, "I don't know, maybe. I've always wondered what it would've been like if someone had loved me. Maybe I wouldn't have been dying."

I frowned in confusion.

"I'm sorry. Here, I'll start at the beginning."

"It was 1961, and I had just turned 17. Being an orphan, I lived in an orphanage all my life. I was so happy I only had one year left there. But then I got sick.

"Being raised in a poor orphanage didn't exactly help you build up the best immune system. I got influenza, and it all went downhill from there. It was a really bad strain, and I couldn't fight it. After several days, I asked one of the caretakers about my parents, knowing I couldn't fight the sickness much longer. She said she didn't know, but she would find out for me. The only information I ever received about them were their names. William Baker and Maria Fleming."

"That's horrible! Why didn't the lady tell you?" I asked.

"She would have, I'm sure, but Kevin got to me first." He explained.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. So you want to know who they were?"

He nodded, "Yes. I've spent decades wondering about them. And I can't help but think, maybe if they had loved me, I wouldn't have gotten sick. If they loved me I wouldn't have given into the sickness, I would have fought harder."

"So you need closure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So let's get it." I told him.

"What?"

"Let's get you some closure," I repeated. "You helped me get closure, so it's only fair I help you."

He raised his eyebrows, "How am I supposed to find out about my parents? They're long dead, there's no way anyone knows anything about them."

"Sure there is, come on."

I stood, pulling him up with me. I dragged him into the house and to the nearest computer.

"All right, where did you live?"

"Uh, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania," he told me.

I typed in the address of the site I wanted and then typed Philadelphia, Pennsylvania into the search box.

"Date?"

"For what?" He asked.

"Hm….Let's try 1961" I said, more to myself then Ben.

I typed it in, but I didn't receive what I wanted. It did, however, say something about Ben.

"Look, it's your death certificate!" I said, pointing at it.

Ben smirked, "There's something you don't see every day."

"That's for sure." I muttered.

After thirty minutes, I finally found what I wanted.

"I found it!" I said happily.

"You did? I don't see anything…..What are you ever looking for?"

"There, look. 'William and Maria Baker', I guess they got married." I said.

"'Will Baker and Maria Fleming started dating sometime in late 1943. Maria, after eight months together discovered she was pregnant. Young and scared, they put the child in an orphanage after he was born. Nothing more is known about said child. They soon got married, and had several more children, two sons and a daughter, together. In 1950, the two were traveling to Philadelphia, for reasons unknown when their car malfunctioned and drove into a lake, where Will and Maria drowned. Their now orphaned children were left to the care of their grandparents.'" I read.

Wow, how depressing I thought.

"I had two brothers and a sister. I had a family, and they didn't even know about me, nor I them!" Ben said.

"How could they do that to me?! They left me in an orphanage while they went off and had more children, forgetting about me."

I put a comforting hand on top of Ben's.

"That's not necessarily true. I'm sure they wanted you."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, just think about it," I said. "You were in Philly, they were traveling to Philly, it fits."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But why would they wait six years?" He said.

"Maybe they were trying to build up the best environment as possible before going to get you."

Ben sighed, "You're probably right."

"It's not the best, but at least it's something."

"Yeah" He smiled, "Thanks Reagan."

I smiled back, "You're welcome."

We both stood up and went to the living room.

"What website were you using?" Ben asked.

"A friend of mine showed it to me when I was human."

"Well it's certainly very handy."

I nodded in agreement, "Definitely."