Yes these stories will intersect at one point. Didn't plan on another crossover, but it's kind if turning out that way.

Maya Watson was inconsolable. Her beautiful daughter was missing! The first person to be questioned, of course, was the newcomer to the island, Mayor Blake's father. But he professed to know nothing about where the girl was. Maya knew there was more than meets the eye with his story. However, the detective sent to the island seemed to have other ideas. He seemed to think that Dakota was just another runaway teen.

"I don't think you understand!" Maya shouted."Dakota is not the type of girl to runaway."

"Mrs. Watson, I understand. I work all the small islands around here, and there are many times that young teenage girls decide they no longer want the boring life they lead, and head for the mainland. I can tell you that once she runs out of money, or decides that life on her own is too hard, she will undoubtedly come back."

"Detective Cranston! My Dakota is not like that!" Dirk decided against arguing with the the mother of the missing girl. He knew from experience that most mothers insisted their daughters were not like that. He had seen this story many times, but because Dakota Watson was only 16, he would have to investigate her disappearance.

"Mrs. Watson, I assure you I will do whatever I can to try to find your daughter," Dirk replied.

"If that were the case you'd be going after that Hamilton!" Maya insisted.

"Mrs. Watson, there is nothing to indicate that he had anything to do with the disappearance of your daughter," Dirk replied.

"come on detective! It doesn't take a genius to figure that out! He comes to the island for a few days, hits on my daughter during her shift, then all of the sudden she disappears?" Maya asked indignantly.

"Mrs. Watson, I understand, but I've questioned him thorougly-"

"At least don't let him off the island!" Maya shouted.

"I have nothing to hold him here on," Dirk explained.

"If this were your daughter how would you feel?" Maya asked. "I have a feeling you'd be trying to find a way to keep Hamilton Blake in custody!"

"Maya honey," Chase soothed. "Yellling at the detective is not going to do any good."

"You! I don't even want to talk to you right now! Why did you not make her wait and walk home with you after she had told you her concerns about that man!" Maya screamed. Chase had thought that many times since he'd come home that evening to discover his daughter missing. Maya didn't need to berate himm, he already felt guilty enough about it.

"I'm sorry," Chase murmered, realizing that an apology would mean nothing to his hysterical wife at the moment.

"Mr and Mrs. Watson, I imagine you are both tired, why don't you go home and get some rest. I assure you I will keep you updated on what I find out when I can," Dirk replied. Maya glared at the detective. She didn't believe he was going to what he could to bring her daughter home. In his mind, Dakota was a runaway. But it was true that she was exhuasted. She knew she was not going to get much sleep, but she needed to be home in case Dakota called.

Detective Cranston was happy to see the young girl's mother leaving the small Town Hall in Waffle Town. He needed to think of a strategy. A pink haired woman walked through the doors of Town Hall.

"Are you Detective Cranston?" the woman demanded.

"Yes I am," Dirk replied.

"Why in goddess' name are you letting my father in law leave this island?" she asked.

"You would Mrs. Blake?" Dirk asked.

"That would be me. Everyone knows he had something to do with that girl's disappearance!" Dirk sighed, this was going to be a long night.

Hamilton was in a state of panic, he needed to get off the island, and to his captive. He had called in a favor to get her off the island. Kidnapping Dakota had been impulsive, but now he was in too deep to go back. Thankfully the idiot detective had believed him that he had nothing to do with the disappearance of the young girl. He could see that the detective thought of her as another runaway. But either way he needed to get off the island fast. He had everything packed and ready to go for when Pascal took his ship across to the mainland for the last time this evening. He didn't trust his associate in the city. He needed to get back to the mainland so he could continue his search for the girls. He only had two more weeks to find them until he would be fired from his job.

As he was waiting on the dock he saw the young girl's mother storming towards him. He groaned. The last thing he wanted at this moment was a confrontation with Dakota's mother.

"You tell me where my daughter is you bastard!" Maya yelled at Hamilton. She marched up to him and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. Chase attempted to pull his wife off Hamilton.

"I have no idea where you little girl is," Hamilton said.

"Liar!" Maya yelled.

"Maya honey," Chase said. "Please think about what you are doing."

"I know exactly what I am doing! If you were any type of man you'd be doing the same thing!" Maya shouted. She turned her fury back to Hamilton. "If you hurt my little girl you will be sorry!"

"Mrs. Watson," Hamilton said. "I assure you I am very sorry to hear that your little girl has gone missing. But I have had nothing to with it."

"Maya, let's go home," Chase pleaded. Maya glared at Hamilton, then turned to leave. He let out a sigh. Hamilton had perfected the art of lying a long time ago. He knew that Maya had not bought his act, but her husband certainly seemed to. He checked his watch, only twenty more minutes until he could get off the island, and away from the scrutiny of the people who lived there.

OOOOO

"There's a cooking contest in two days!" Claire exclaimed excitedly. " Can we enter?" Jill looked at her sister amused. As much as she loved Claire, her sister was not able to cook. Jill did most of the cooking for the duo.

"You want to enter a cooking contest?" Jill asked.

"Well of course you'd probably need to cook," Claire said.

"Ah there it is," Jill said. Claire smiled impishly.

"Jill your cooking is the best!" Claire insisted.

"Well, I wouldn't quite say that," Jill answered. "But yes we can enter."

"Yay!" Claire shouted clapping her hands together. Jill loved seeing her sister so happy. Ever since they had decided to leave their old lives behind and come to this small village, she had blossomed into her old self again. That was what was so amazing about Claire, even on tour through the seediest of cities, and being hit on by the sleeziest of men, Claire could maintain her innocence. Jill had long ago lost any sense of innocence. The years of being on tour had made her cynical. She would never fault Claire for maintaining her innocence, and some ways she envied her twin sister.

"So just what do you suggest I make?" Jill asked.

"Fried noodles!" Claire shouted excitedly. Jill felt a small pang in her heart. That had been their mother's favorite dish. She had perfected it over the years. She had taught both Jill and Claire the recipe, but only Jill had been able to catch on to cooking. She had not made the recipe in quite a while.

"Yes, I can make fried noodles for the cooking contest," Jill replied. Claire wrapped her arms around her sister.

"Thanks Jill," Claire murmured.

Jill made her way towards Mineral Town, to get their she had to pass Vesta's Farms. She scanned the yard looking for a glimpse of the handsome farmer. She felt a little ridiculous, almost like a school girl with a crush. She scanned the beautiful fields wishing that their fields could look that beautiful. She knew it would take a long time before their fields looked like that.

"Looking for something?" A voice asked close to her ear. Jill jumped. She turned to see the man she had been looking for standing behind her.

"N-no," Jill stammered. "I was just admiring your beautiful fields. Ours look nothing like that."

"It takes a lot of work," Marlin replied.

"I know," Jill said. "I grew up on a farm."

"I meant no offense," Marlin said softly. His voice had an almost melodic quality. "What brings you here besides admiring our fields?"

"I was on my way to Mineral Town, I have to go to the supermarket to buy some supplies for this cooking contest," Jill informed.

"Would you mind if I tagged along? Vesta sent me out with a list of stuff to get from there too," Marlin said.

"Um... yeah... that would be... yes, you can tag along," Jill said. Marlin chuckled. Jill chastised herself for being so tongue tied. It was rare that a man would make her nervous. Marlin seemed to have that effect on her.

"So I thought you were from the city," Marlin said. "But you said you grew up on a farm?"

"Oh that, yeah our mom got sick a while ago, when she got sick we had to sell the farm. When she died, we decided we'd had enough of city life and bought this farm," Jill explained.

"I'm sorry, how long ago did she pass?" Marlin asked.

"Six months ago," Jill replied. She looked away from Marlin so he wouldn't see her struggling against the tears.

"Sorry, we can talk about something else," Marlin said.

"It's ok," Jill replied. "There are just some days that I miss her so much. I did everything I could to get her treatment."

"Including going on the road and performing in those ridiculous clothes?" Marlin asked. Jill's heart skipped a beat. How did Marlin know about that? Did everyone else know about it too?

"What?" Jill asked.

"It's okay. I am the only one who realizes it. I realized it that day in the bar when I saw the picture that Muffy had hanging up. I looked at the photo and then your face. When you saw the photo you had a look of horror on your face, and then I put two and two together. I have to tell you, I've been to one of your shows, you put on a good show," Marlin mused.

"Please don't let anyone else know," Jill pleaded. "Claire and I are trying to get away from that life."

"Like I said," Marlin said. "Your secret is safe with me." Jill let out a sigh of relief. When she had heard him admit that he knew who she was it had terrified her. She knew that Hamilton by now was trying to figure out where they had gone.

"Thank you," Jill stated. She placed her hand on his arm gently. Marlin smiled easily.

"I have to say you actually look more beautiful this way than you did in that getup," Marlin said. Jill found herself blushing at his compliment.

"I always hated those outfits," Jill admitted. "It was our manager's idea. He was the one who said thjat sex appeal would sell better." Marlin chuckled softly. It surprised him how much depth this girl had.

"So I gotta ask, those powers, are they real or were they stage effects?" Marlin asked. Jill considered his question for a moment. She wasn't sure how to respond to that question. It would be easier for her to say they were stage effects and not have to deal with the fallout of him finding out she was different.

"They are real," Jill admitted. She looked away, not wanting to see the look of horror that was sure to cross Marlin's face.

"Really?" Marlin asked. Instead of sounding disgusted, he sounded genuinely interested in the answer. Jill turned to look at the man walking with her. His face showed no sign of disdain or disgust.

"You don't find that odd?" She asked. "You don't think I am some kind of freak?"

"Well it is a bit odd, but that doesn't make you a 'freak' as you say." He lifted his fingers in quotations when he'd said the word "freak."

"Please don't let anyone else know," Jill pleaded.

"It's alright," Marlin mused. "Like I said before, your secret will be safe with me."

OOOOO

Claire settled down to watch the evening news on the small TV set in the farmhouse. This had become a nightly ritual for her. For a while the news had been about their disappearance, and how people were shocked that Cleo and Josette would suddenly leave without a trace. Luckily for both her and Jill, people here didn't seem to care about the famous duo, except for the blond bar maid Muffy. Muffy had not seemed to put two and two together yet, which was good. Molly suddenly saw an orange haired woman across the screen crying. For some reason the woman seemed to be calling out to her.

"I just want my daughter returned home to me safely! Please help us!" the woman pleaded. "Her name is Dakota. Hamilton Blake if you have her, just return her to us. We just want-"

The transmission was cut off. A news anchor started talking, but Claire heard none of what the anchor was saying. All she heard was Hamilton's name. Hamilton had done something to this small girl? She couldn't help but wonder why he had done this? Was this a direct result of her and Jill disappearing? A photo of the girl in question was flashed on the stage. Claire gasped as she heard the anchor announce the girl was from Waffle Island. That was where her mother had been born. Had Hamilton been looking for them, then ran into this girl instead? Claire scrambled and out of the house, she had to tell Jill.