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Who We Are
Part 5

By N. J. Borba

Emily stared blankly at the newly waxed hospital floor. The ambulance had transported her mother as far as Potomac Hospital in Woodbridge. And according to her father, who'd ridden along, Elizabeth had woken up long enough to protest, claiming the Potomac was an inferior hospital and demanding to be taken into DC to a proper facility. Emily had spoken to her father briefly upon arrival, but that had been nearly three hours ago. She was trying to trust in the old saying, no news is good news. When she looked up, Derek was striding toward her. He'd insisted on driving her, Anna and Michelle. And he'd barely left her side.

"I just talked to Hotch and he said for you to take as much time as you need," Morgan approached her with two cups of steaming coffee. "The rest of the week if necessary," he added. "Apparently you were already meant to be home resting after your swan-dive yesterday," Derek noted, handing her one of the cups.

"Thanks," Emily wrapped her hands around the warm cup as they walked down the long white corridor. There were windows along one side and a mural on the other that depicted a river, no doubt the Potomac for which the establishment was named. There were also several trees and birds scattered throughout the painting. It was rather cheery, but Emily still gave an involuntary shudder as they rounded the corner and headed back to the waiting area. "I hate hospitals."

Derek blew on his coffee. "I don't know that anyone really likes hospitals," he voiced.

She nodded her agreement to that. "Well…" Emily drew out the word. "As far as first meetings with a child that you haven't seen in forty years goes, I think that went rather well… aside from the fact that I gave my mother a heart attack."

"First off," Derek paused for a moment at the end of the hall. He'd easily caught the sarcastic undertones of her comment and faced her with a serious countenance. "I've seen people suffer heart attacks before and I'd have to say your mother more than likely had a panic attack," Morgan hoped he was offering a small bit of comfort by making that observation. His voice grew softer as he continued. "Second, even if it was a heart attack, you had no part in bringing it on."

Her lips shifted to one side. "Oh, I'm sure she'll find a way to blame it on me," Emily resumed their walk, not wanting to slow down for too long. It was a motto she'd used throughout the years; just keep moving so no one can see you're hurting.

"Do you want to stop that?" he asked.

"What?"

"Pretending that you're not worried about your mother," Derek challenged.

She should have known he'd be the one to see through her tactics, but Emily wasn't going to give up without a fight. "I'm not worried," she maintained the status quo of covering up her true feelings. "I'm… angry. I am so pissed at her right now." Those words were certainly true.

"You were the first one at her side," Derek pointed out as he continued to break down her barriers. "I could see and hear how worried you were," he took a slow sip of the dark liquid in his cup and watched her for a moment. "She made a mistake, Emily, but she's still your mother. It's okay to care about her."

"A mistake?" Emily shook her head and picked up more speed as they rounded another corner. She wasn't surprised when he stayed at her side. "That wasn't just a mistake, Morgan. What she did was unforgivable. And if Anna… Charlotte… whatever the hell her name is, hadn't walked into the BAU five days ago my mother would have gone to her grave keeping that secret. But, hey, that would have been okay, right? Because I never would have known any different."

They stopped outside the doors to the main waiting lobby where Anna and Michelle were still sitting. "You're right, what your mother did was hurtful," he agreed with her. "And you have every right to be upset with her," Derek conceded. "But, can you even imagine what your parents have been going through all this time?"

Emily hated how he always managed to open her eyes and see the other side of things. She starred through the small windows in the double doors and spied Anna and Michelle reading some books provided in the lobby. "How did I miss it?" she whispered.

He put a hand to her shoulder. "You didn't, you actually thought Anna might be your sister before you even knew you had one."

"But I dismissed it after my mother lied to my face," Emily lamented. "I didn't even see my father in her, but it's pretty obvious isn't it?"

Morgan did have to admit that he'd seen some resemblance between her father and Anna, even a tiny bit of Elizabeth Prentiss in her as well. "Sometimes we get too emotionally involved to notice the most obvious things. Or we're so emotionally involved that we try to dismiss things because we're hoping to protect someone we care about," his second statement was a veiled apology, but he finally voiced it aloud. "I'm sorry I ever put doubt about Anna into your head."

"Don't be sorry for that, Derek," she turned to face him again. "I know it's hard for you to let others get close. And, yes, I do realize that was a very hypocritical thing to say because I do the same thing," Emily admitted. She leaned against the wall and sipped her coffee. "Do you think dreams can be memories?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer Emily let her scattered thoughts pour out. "In Anna's dream she said someone was crying, and in my father's recount of that night he said I was crying. In the dream I've been having recently all I remember is feeling completely powerless to stop something from happening; helpless, like a… like a baby."

Derek had read a little about dream meaning and interpretation, though mostly he debunked it as gibberish, kind of like his view on astrology. But what she said did seem highly coincidental. Not to mention that Anna showing up after forty years was what most would call a miracle. "I suppose anything is possible," he replied.

Her mind jumped from one thing to the next. "You know, on one hand it pisses me off that my mother lied, but it also makes a lot of sense."

"It makes sense that she lied to you?" Derek was curious about her new train of thought.

"No, not that," she pushed away from the wall. "I just mean that she was always so closed-off from me and strict. Maybe she was protecting herself by not showing me that she loved me," Emily reasoned.

He thought his heart might break hearing her suggest such a horrible thing. "Maybe she did, but that doesn't make it right, Emily. When my dad died I grew even closer to my mother and sisters. The four of us all clung to one another as we grieved," Derek recalled.

She shrugged. "Not everyone reacts to death the same way."

The cup in his hands radiated warmth the likes that he wished he could lend her. "True enough," he agreed. "But I still don't see anything that justifies ostracizing one child after the death of another. It feels like a punishment to me, and you never deserved that," Derek insisted, hoping that line of thinking would end for her. Toward that end, he tried to change the subject a little. "Have you talked to Anna about any of this yet?"

"No, when have I had time?" Emily replied. "I don't even know what to say. If I tell her that she might be my long lost sister, but it turns out she's not…"

Morgan wasn't sure how much upheaval one person could stand in a single day, but he had a feeling Emily was testing the boundaries. "Whatever happens in the end, you need to be honest with her right now," he said.

Emily sucked in a breath and let it out slowly before she nodded and pushed open one of the waiting area doors. The room was large with blue padded chairs and some smaller tables for kids. Groups of family members huddled in various areas, some looking excited about an impending birth, others who wore the anguished faces of those who knew death was imminent. She and Morgan walked to the far corner where Michelle was snuggled up beside her mother.

Derek squatted down in front of the girl. "Hey, sweetness, how would you like to go on an exploration of the hospital with me?" he asked. "I think there is a gift shop, and probably a café. Maybe we could get a treat," he suggested.

Michelle looked to her mother with twinkling eyes that easily relayed her desire to take Derek up on his offer. "May I?" she politely asked.

Anna agreed, but as Emily slid into the seat beside her she could see that the woman was having second thoughts. "She's never been out of your sight before, has she?"

"Only when I knew she was with Eric."

"Derek would never let anything happen to her," Emily promised as she leaned forward and sat her coffee down on the table in front of them. "And I thought maybe we could talk?" she posed it as a question, not wanting to push the woman. Emily was already grateful that Anna had wanted to come to lend her support. "I'm really sorry about earlier. That was quite an introduction to the Prentiss clan," she tried to make light of it. "Actually, I'm surprised you haven't run away yet."

"I heard much worse shouting growing up," Anna revealed in a stiff tone.

Emily wanted to kick herself in the butt. Every time she started to lament about her childhood, all she had to do was recall what she'd read in Eric's journal. He'd never gone into detail about the sort of things that had been done to him and Anna over the years, but the emotional undertones had been enough to tell Emily it had been bad, very bad. "You really stuck your nose in it. I was grateful," Emily observed with a note of thanks.

The woman smiled graciously. "You seemed quite upset by it, I only wanted to help."

"Growing up, I always wished I had someone to step in like you did," Emily revealed. "I was never brave enough to do it myself."

Anna placed a hand over one of Emily's. "I'm sorry. I always had Eric to step in for me. He endured far more abuse than I ever…"

A sigh the size of a tsunami rolled past Emily's lips as Anna trailed off. Again she felt ridiculous for thinking ill of her childhood. "Anna, there's something I need to talk to you about, but I have no idea how to explain any of it to you." Emily smiled knowingly. "Guess now I understand how my father felt earlier," she added before diving in head first. "Anna, when you came to us looking for your family I honestly thought it was a long shot, at best. I never imagined…" she sighed again.

"I am afraid you are not making much sense," Anna said.

"No kidding," Emily mumbled. "None of this makes much sense." One more cleansing breath was swallowed before she finally laid it all on the line. "My parents were arguing because they never told me that I had a sister. She was kidnapped almost forty years ago and they pretended that she was dead, but they never actually found her and…" Emily remembered that she was still holding on to the picture her father had given her. She pulled it from the back pocket of her slacks and presented it to Anna, pointing out the people. "That's my mother, and the baby she's holding is me," her finger then rested on the four-year-old. "And this is my sister, Charlotte." Emily looked Anna in the eye as she spoke the last words. "I think she might be you."

Anna zeroed in on the doll in the black and white photo. "I cannot see the colors, but I believe that is the cat I remember from my dream," she smiled.

Emily was somewhat startled by the joyous reaction. "You seem… happy," she observed.

"Why would I not be happy?" Anna asked. "I can understand that this must be a great shock for you, but I have always believed I was taken as a child," she rubbed her fingertip across the doll again. "This is something I never truly imagined possible, but if it is true then I cannot imagine being anything but happy."

"And what if it isn't true?" Emily countered.

Anna's smile remained bright as she replied. "Then I will at least have made a great friend."

Tears pricked Emily's eyes, but she sucked them down and did her best to share in Anna's happiness. They both agreed not to let their thoughts wander too far down the lane of being sisters. Emily hid the picture away and they read mundane articles in cooking and beauty magazines for nearly an hour before Derek and Michelle returned. The girl walked toward them with a balloon in her grasp and the telltale signs of chocolate rimming her lips.

"We found an underwater playroom," she told her mother and Emily. "There was a little girl there with her mom. She has cancer, but the doctors are helping her get better. We played with some shark puppets. It was fun. And Derek got me ice cream," she beamed.

"I can see that," Anna replied, reaching out to swipe the remains of it off her daughter's face.

Joseph Prentiss entered the waiting room a few minutes later and addressed Emily. "Your mother is out in the hall. She's being released."

The group of them marched behind him and spilled out into the hall where Elizabeth was struggling to get free of the wheelchair she was seated in. A nurse stood behind her looking about ready to strangle the obstinate older woman. "Honestly, I can walk out of here. This is a ridiculous waste of resources," she protested.

"Hey, Prentiss," Derek wore a huge grin as he eyed Emily. "She remind you of anyone?" his head made a not-so-subtle nod toward the ambassador. Morgan chuckled when he saw Emily roll her eyes, clearly recalling the time when she'd made almost the same protest while he wheeled her down a hospital corridor.

Michelle bravely stepped toward the woman in the wheelchair and handed over the balloon. "I got this for you. Derek had to pay for it, but I picked it out," she explained. "I saw you at the place Emily works and you looked sad, so I thought you'd like the balloon because it has a smiley face on it." The girl stood there for a moment, not sure what else to say as the woman remained quiet. "My name is Michelle, what's yours?"

"Elizabeth," she managed to push her name past reluctant lips as she gripped the balloon's string with an iron-clad fist. She regarded the child for a long time before her head abruptly turned to her husband. "We should be going."

Emily frowned at her mother's reaction. "That's it? You're just going to leave?"

"I've already spent several thousand dollars here to find out I've had something called a panic attack, which is ridiculous. I'm sure it was probably just heartburn."

"People don't normally pass out from heartburn, mother," Emily's voice grew cross as she continued to stare at the woman as if she'd grown a second head. "Don't you think it might have been a stress reaction to seeing your daughter again after forty years? Aren't we even going to discuss this?"

"This isn't the place," Elizabeth resolutely replied.

"Right," Emily exhaled in exasperation. "And neither was the BAU. So where would be a good place for you, mother?"

The ambassador finally turned to stubbornly stare at Emily. "Do you honestly think your sister is just going to magically reappear in our lives after forty years?" she shook her head in a doubtful manner.

"I know it's unbelievable, mother," Emily pressed forward. "But look at her," she waved a hand in Anna's direction. "You saw her earlier, she looks like daddy. They have the same eyes. I know you saw that," she insisted. But her mother wouldn't even glance Anna's way. "Look at her, mother!"

"Emily," Derek placed a hand against her lower back, hoping to lend some small bit of comfort.

To all of their surprise, Elizabeth slowly leveled her gaze on Anna. Her jaw tightened and she spoke in a calm and even tone. "I have a friend, Dr. McCleary, who has a lab at his DC practice. I'll arrange an appointment so we can have blood drawn and he can perform the DNA testing. I trust him," she took a quick breath. "I'm certain he'll be able to fit us in tomorrow or perhaps Thursday. He owes me a favor after something I did for his wife a while back," she further explained. "I'll contact Emily with the details and she'll get you there," the woman concluded, turning back to her husband. "Let's go."

Joseph briefly caught Emily's eye and flashed an apologetic look. Then they were off down the corridor. And Emily was left to deal with the fallout. She looked to Anna, much the same as her father had just regarded her. "I'm so sorry for the way she…"

"No," Anna stopped her before she could say another word. "Please do not apologize for the things she said. I would like to know the truth as well. She is only trying to protect herself and you. I imagine I would do the same thing."

"It's just, she can be a little abrupt sometimes but I'm sure…"

Again Anna jumped in to stop Emily from making excuses for the woman. "It's alright, really it is. I understand."

Emily nodded acceptance as she turned her attention to Michelle, gently caressing the girl's soft cheek. "Thank you so much for the balloon you picked out. That was very thoughtful of you."

"Do you think she liked it?" the girl asked.

"I'm sure she did," Emily tried her best to sound confident for the child.

Derek cleared his throat and attempted to help Emily further smooth over some of the tension. "Why don't I take you all out for an early dinner? None of us got a chance to eat lunch and we could all use a break from work places and hospitals right now. So, how about some pizza?" he suggested.

Michelle looked up at him with quizzical eyes. "I've never had pizza, is it good?"

His mouth hung open for a second. "Never had pizza?" he repeated the words in a stunned tone.

Anna moved to stand behind her daughter. She ran her hands along the child's shoulders. "We've never eaten in restaurants. Most of our food came from the garden we grew and the animals we raised."

"Well, then it's definitely time to introduce you both to the wonderful world of pizza," Derek insisted. He ushered Anna and Michelle ahead of them while lagging behind a little with Emily. Morgan gently nudged her in the side with his elbow. "A little pizza in your belly will make you good as new," he tried to bandage the open wound her mother had left.

"Great," her eyes rolled skyward. "If I start pacifying my mother's behavior by eating I'm going to weigh two hundred pounds by the end of the week," she scoffed.

"Nah," Derek shook his head. "Pizza is healthy. It has tomato sauce," he playfully noted.

That finally got a small smile out of her as they exited the hospital.

xxx

It was a balmy Saturday morning and Emily was stuck inside, shifting uncomfortably in the chair that was wedged between Anna and her parents. She hated hospitals, which included doctor's private offices like the one they were all seated in at the moment. She also hated feeling like a buffer between her mother and Anna. True to her word, Elizabeth had arranged the blood draws for Wednesday afternoon. Emily had escorted Anna, following Hotch's suggestion of taking the rest of the week off. Her mother had been in silent mode that day, barely even acknowledging their presence. And again she seemed determined to bury her emotions until the doctor arrived.

Dr. McCleary, a sixty-something man of medium height and weight, entered and sunk into the plush leather chair behind his large mahogany desk. He greeted Elizabeth and Joseph with handshakes and a friendly smile, clearly an old acquaintance of theirs. But his eyes grew serious as he looked over the file in front of him. "I know you were anxiously awaiting this, but I took time to double check the results for you. She's definitely your biological child," McCleary finally announced.

Elizabeth clutched her bag and bolted for the door. Emily took after her, a fire lighting her heels. "Mother stop!" she shouted after chasing the woman half way down the carpeted hall. She watched her mother stop, but her body remained rigid. Emily placed a hand to her shoulder and spun her around. "You cannot keep avoiding this. She's your daughter, aren't you happy about that?" she asked. "I'm happy, and I think Anna and daddy are happy too. Can't you be happy with us?"

"Of course I am pleased to know that she's alive," Elizabeth finally admitted. "I'm not a monster, despite what you may think. But you don't know what it's like to believe for so long that your child is dead and then to see her again. I have no idea what to say to her."

Emily relented a little; glad to finally hear some honesty escape her mother's mouth. "Well, she's been gone a really long time, so maybe you should start with something simple like, welcome home. Or, I missed you." She searched her mother's eyes for some spark of emotion. "Or, I love you."

A sound half-way between a sob and a protest rose from Elizabeth's chest. She stopped it before it could become the sob. "But what could I possibly say to her to make her understand why we stopped looking for her? Do you have any idea how that guilt is eating at me?"

"I feel guilty, too," Anna's voice carried down the hall to them. She walked toward them, Joseph behind her. "I feel guilty for forgetting you."

"You were just a little girl," Elizabeth choked on the words. "No one could blame you."

"Your mother is right," Joseph spoke, a hand to Anna's shoulder. "It was out of your control."

Anna was grateful of their comforting words. "Then why do you continue to blame yourself for something that was out of your control?" she asked.

Elizabeth stepped forward and started to reach out for Anna's hand, but she couldn't. "I was getting ready for my reception that night; my hair was done, my dress on, makeup applied. But I couldn't find the shoes I'd picked to wear. I wandered all around the house and finally found them in your room. You were hiding them because you didn't want me to leave. You wanted me to stay and read you and Emily a story. But I told you my party was very important and that daddy would read to you and put you to bed. Then I kissed your forehead. I wished you sweet dreams and promised to come in and kiss you when I got home. But when I got home…"

She could say no more and fled again, her husband once more at her heels. And Emily left with her newly discovered sister; to watch the look of disappointment cloud Anna's eyes. She suddenly felt like her mother, at a loss for words. There didn't seem to be a balm powerful enough to sooth their family's scars.

xxx

Derek peddled his bicycle along the lake path where he and Emily often ran and rode. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl beside him. The pink bike she peddled had been borrowed from a co-worker who had a little girl about Michelle's age. And he'd taken her to the store earlier that morning to pick out a helmet; one she could keep and wear if they were to ever ride again someday. "You're very good at this. I'm guessing you've ridden before."

Michelle nodded. "I had a bike at home. My daddy got it for me and fixed it up and taught me to ride. I would ride all the time on the gravel areas around our house and sometimes through the corn fields," she explained, a reminiscent smile on her face. "We had to leave it at the farm because we couldn't take it on the bus with us," she added with a note of sadness.

"I'm sorry you had to leave your home and everything you cared about back there," Derek sympathized.

She shrugged. "I have mommy and she's the most important thing I care about. Do you know where she and Emily went today?"

"Well, um…" he wasn't sure how much the child had been told about what was going on and didn't know how much he should tell her. "They had some grown-up things to take care of," Derek finally settled on, even though he knew it sounded foolish.

"Adults always say that when they don't want you to know things," she keenly observed. "They don't think kids can understand stuff. When my daddy was sick, sometimes I would ask my mom if he was going to die and she always said: I hope not. But I think she knew he was going to."

Morgan glanced over at the girl and was reminded of Ellie. He wished, not for the first time in his life, that eight and nine year old children didn't have to grow up so fast due to tragic events. "She just wanted to protect you. That's what parents do," he told her as an idea formed that he thought might be a good distraction. "What do you say we make this ride a little more interesting? I'll race you to the end of the lake," he challenged.

"But you can't cheat and not ride as fast as you can so I win," she countered.

She was clearly too smart for him, Morgan realized. "Okay, I won't cheat," he vowed. Derek fudged a little on his promise, but he kept up a pretty fast pace that Michelle was able to almost match. They were both concentrating so hard on winning that neither one saw the giant puddle at the end of their course until it was too late. Mud sprayed up all around them as they skittered through it and braked on the other side. He chuckled heartily as he looked over to find her leggings and long-sleeve t-shirt covered in mud. "I think I might be in trouble with your mom."

"Mommy doesn't care if I get dirty," she assured him. "She says that clothes were meant to be washed, bodies too."

He smiled at that. "You are one of the best bicycle riding partners I've ever had. Maybe I'll trade Emily in for you," Derek joked.

"But you like Emily, don't you?" Michelle replied. "Isn't she your girlfriend?"

"No, she's just my friend," Morgan countered.

"And she's a girl," the child pointed out.

"Very true," he agreed. "But it's…"

The girl arched her brows at him. "It's a grown-up thing you don't want to talk about."

Derek dropped his shoulders in defeat, knowing he'd been called out by an eight-year-old. "You're too smart for your own good, sweetness." He got back up on his bike and they peddled a short distance at a lazy speed until he picked up the pace again. "Race you back to the car," he challenged.

He beat her to the SUV, but only by a narrow margin, and they toweled off some before heading back to Emily's place. Derek left the muddy bikes in his car, planning to hose them down before returning the one. He was about to open Emily's front door when Michelle pointed out the white 8x10 envelope that was tapped underneath the peep hole. He ripped it off, keyed the lock and they entered. Derek dropped the envelope on Emily's counter then looked to Michelle.

"I'm going to see if there's anything to make for lunch. Why don't you wash up," he instructed, pointing toward the stairs. Derek watched her go and then rustled through the kitchen cabinets and fridge. He quickly decided on the easiest thing possible; peanut butter and jelly. Bread, jam and peanut butter were spread out on the counter when he heard the front door open and close. Derek stuck his head around the corner and greeted the two women. "How'd everything go?" he asked, not exactly sure how to broach the subject of DNA test results.

"Where is Michelle?" Anna asked.

Morgan sensed something wasn't quite right, but he nodded toward the stairs. "She's changing." He watched Anna take off in search of her daughter then aimed his attention on Emily as she shed her coat and kicked off shoes. "Is Anna all right?" he finally asked, returning to the kitchen and his sandwich making task. "What happened? She's not your sister?"

"Yes, she is," Emily responded. "The test confirmed it."

He held the butter knife up in a triumphant stance. "Well, that's great news," Derek grinned. In a week's time he had swung from wanting to help a stranger and her daughter, to thinking the worst of Anna and finally to hoping Emily's family might find some peace after forty years of not knowing what had happened to Charlotte. He was honestly thrilled for Emily, but she didn't look as pleased. "So, why aren't we popping open bottles of champagne?"

"Because my mother is…" Emily sighed, shaking her head. "I don't even know what she is. Stubborn, pigheaded, obstinate… pick one."

Derek did his best to tread lightly on the matter. "I think those all mean the same thing," he noted.

She let go of an awkward chuckle and finally noticed the dried mud on his legs and arms. "Good ride?"

"It was, and I think we may have a female Lance Armstrong in our mists," he replied jokily. Morgan spread raspberry jam on one piece of bread and peanut butter on the other. Then he smashed them together and cut the sandwich in half. He handed her one half and took the other for himself. "I figure some sort of toast is in order," his half was held out toward her like one would a champagne flute. "To your sister."

Emily cracked a smile, glad to have someone share in her joy. Even Anna, who had previously been happy to think she might be a part of their family, had become disenchanted by their mother's response to everything. "To Anna," she added as they touched sandwiches. They both took bites to reinforce their salutation. A few more bites later she spotted the large envelope on her counter. "What's that?"

"I don't know," he shrugged while fixing a sandwich for Michelle. "I found it taped to your door when we got back."

She arched a brow and slid it toward her. "I wasn't expecting any deliveries," Emily carefully ran a finger underneath the seal and tore it open. She pulled out a small stack of black and white photographs and her chest tightened as she looked at the images. "What the hell are these?" she whispered.

Derek moved in behind her and looked over her shoulder. He carefully studied each picture as she flipped through them. One showed Emily, Anna and Michelle in a clothing store. Another of them at a book store. He guessed those were from their outings the weekend before. Yet another photo depicted the pizzeria they'd been at on Tuesday night and another showed Emily and Anna walking along a tree-lined sidewalk, which Morgan guessed was from Wednesday when they'd gone for the blood tests. "Someone is watching you," he finally stated the obvious.

"But why?" Emily couldn't fathom a reason. Then she regarded the last picture, which made the hairs on her arms prickle. Anna, Michelle and she were featured in a close-up shot. Anna's head was circled in red ink with a slash mark through the circle and the word: Useless, printed right beside her. Michelle's head was also circled, but without a slash. The word beneath the girl was: Potential. A final red circle had been drawn around her head with a question mark to one side. A single word also adorned her head: Wildcard.

"Put them down," Morgan was on his cell phone the next second. "Maybe we can get prints."

Emily gladly dropped them onto her counter, but she still couldn't imagine what they meant.

To Be Continued…