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I'm sorry for the delay in the update since chapter 1, but I had a little bit of bad news since I updated. I've always been an animal lover and since I last updated, my stepdad's little Jack Russell was mauled to death by another dog and I haven't been in the mood to write. But, I realized I had to get over it so…I updated! So, here's chapter two and please read and review and let me know what you think. (: And again, sorry it's a little short, but I'm still no completely in the writing mood but I did want to update. And I'm trying to make this mystery last as long as I can before letting the cat out of the bag but if you think you've figured it out, go ahead and guess! It might give me another twist to throw in with my plot!

Chapter 2: Learning of a Wedding to Be

It was nearing nightfall as I ran through the streets of the city, looking for the horribly confused raccoon. I darted throughout the alleys towards her apartment but could only wonder if she remembered where she lived. I didn't know how much she had forgotten but the simple fact she had forgotten anything wasn't good. I didn't see that many people in the streets or any sign of Ramona. I weaved in and out of streets while I kept on the lookout for my target. After I had searched the streets for a while I'd decided to check her apartment for her and if I still couldn't find her, I'd go home and just search for her in the morning. I looked up at the rooftops and the surrounding area as I ran, all the while making sure I wasn't caught myself. When I took a short break to catch my breath is when I spotted Ramona casually strolling down the street. I knew that if I approached her she'd make some sort of commotion, I figured that sneaking up behind her and getting her to a quiet place would be the best thing to do.

I waited until she had walked a little ways past me before sneaking up behind her. I checked to make sure no one was around, someone who could accuse me of kidnapping, before clamping a paw over her mouth and pulled her into an alley. Ramona, on the other hand, was taken back by the surprise jumping and trashing around as I pulled her into the alley I had just snuck out of from. I led her about halfway in before pushing her against the side of the building, my paw still clamped securely around her snout to keep her from making any alerting noises. I placed a finger against my lips to signal to her to keep quiet. She nodded and I eventually released her mouth. She growled attempting to swipe the side of my face with her claws. I blocked her attack and tried to get her to listen to me without running away, alerting other people, or trying to kill me.

"Will you listen to me?" I asked harshly after keeping my grip on her wrist.

"No," she spat back, "I don't tend to talk to people who kidnap me!" I sighed and saw this was going to take a while for anything decent to be talked about.

"I didn't kidnap you, Ramona." she growled again.

"How do you know who I am?" her eyes narrowed, "Why do I always get stuck with the stalkers?"

"We're rival thieves, Ramona. Granted we work together on a lot of things but we're still rivals! I've know you since we were kids at the orphanage, remember?" she shook her head.

"What are you talking about? I was never in an orphanage, I lived with my dad until I was old enough to move out." I started at her and tried to shake her statement out of my mind.

"Ramona, your dad's dead, he's been dead since you were seven." She snapped her arm away and shook her head again, "Alright," I said quickly, "never mind that. Just tell me, what happened to you?"

"Nothing's happened to me. You're the strange one, not me."

Everything she was saying was making no sense to me and I could only hope Bentley could find something one what happened to her. It was as if someone had deleted her entire memory and only told her what they wanted her to know or believe. She obviously knew nothing about how her childhood played out and still didn't know who I was. Something fishy was going on and I was determined to figure out what was going on with Ramona and figure out who or what was causing it.

"What's the matter with you? If there is nothing different, what do you do for a living? Making a living to earn money and live in your apartment?" I hoped this would maybe jog her memory.

"Well, I don't live in an apartment or have a job. I live with my fiancé while he works and I take care of the house." And at that comment, I felt like one of the surprised cartoon characters that come on Saturday mornings.

"Your fiancé," I eventually said, "How do you possibly get engaged in one day? You're not dating anyone."

"Are you crazy? I've been engaged for over a year and I'm getting married this weekend. You should know that, you stalker." She muttered out her last sentence and gave out another growl. I glanced down to her paw and sure enough, there was a diamond engagement ring resting on her ring finger. Now I was positive something was going on and it wasn't another one of Ramona's pranks.

"No," I said slowly while shaking my head, "this is all new." Then I got to thinking that her 'fiancé' could be the one who was causing all of this, "Who are you engaged to?" she snorted.

"I'm not telling you. The less you know the better." She pushed me away before taking off down to the other end of the alley. My head was spinning and trying to figure out what was going on. Not wanting to get her riled up even more than she already was, I decided I'd go home and tell Bentley what I had found out. I thought as I started running home and if push came to shove, I'd go to the one person who knew her the best; her twin. I raced down the nighttime streets, ready to tell Bentley the little bit of new information I had found out. I huffed out my breath after I had finally burst through the doors of the hideout.

"Did you figure anything out?" Bentley asked after I had flopped down on the couch.

"Oh yeah!" I said sarcastically as I groaned.

"What is it?" he was still typing away on his computer.

"She's getting married!" his eyes bugged out behind his glasses and I nodded with a sigh. I'd figure this out; someway or another.