A soft whimper awoke Amelia and she felt something wet touch her face. She opened her eyes and saw Hero snuggling beside her. Amelia could see the gentle, concerned look in his brown eyes. She hugged his neck and buried her face in his golden fur.

"I hate dreaming about World War Two. I hate those memories," she said quietly. Hero licked her face again, as if trying to comfort her. Amelia managed a smile and kissed his black nose.

"Thanks, boy." She rested her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. The images wouldn't go away, however, and she found it difficult to go back to sleep. Instead she lied awake and petted Hero's fur. Maybe if she just lied there for a few minutes, her body will be reminded of being tired and she'll fall back to sleep. She glanced at the clock on her desk beside her bed and saw that it was 3:15 AM. The room was quiet, except for the AC turning on outside her door and Hero's soft breathing. The cool air that began to circulate in her room was a bit refreshing. Maybe because she felt warm. She knew that some people will have bad dreams if they get too hot, maybe that's why she was dreaming about the past? Or maybe her mind wanted to be mean and scare her half to death?

She must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing she knew was hearing Andy giggling as he climbed onto her bed.

"Sissy! Wake up, Wake up, wake up!" he cried as he started bouncing on the bed. Amelia groaned and moved her pillow over her head. Andy crawled over to where his sister buried her face and lifted the pillow, smiling as he saw her sleepy face.

"Wake up!" he insisted. Amelia sighed heavily and forced her eyes open to look up at him.

"I didn't sleep well, Andy. Leave me alone, I'm tired," Amelia said as she pulled the sheets over her face and turned on her other side.

"Come on!" Andy said as he grabbed her hand and pulled.

"No..."

"You had all night to sleep," Andy frowned. Amelia found herself staring at her adopted little brother. He wanted her to get up, most likely so she can play with him she figured. Or maybe because he didn't want her to get in trouble with their dad about her being lazy.

"Okay," she said, giving in. Andy smiled and ran out the room.

"Yay! Amelia's awake!"

Amelia was quiet during breakfast and she knew her dad noticed. But he said nothing. Abraham nudged his sister.

"You're quiet. Are you being a Sleepyhead today?" Amelia frowned.

"No, I'm just not in the mood to talk today. Is there something wrong with that?"

"You're usually a chatterbox. Let me guess: someone tried to hit on you again?"

"It has nothing to do with boys. I just don't feel like talking," Amelia mumbled.

"Aw, come on-"

"Abraham," America interrupted, "leave her alone, please."

"Whatever," Abraham mumbled, shrugging. No one said anything to Amelia during the rest of breakfast.

Amelia decided to ask her father about it. She knew he didn't like to mention her, but Amelia had to know the truth about what happened to her mother. However, when she asked him about her, he shrugged.

"No one really knows," he told her.

"But you must know something. Please, Dad, if you know anything, then please tell me," Amelia said. America stared at her a long moment before he answered.

"Well, there are various theories. One suggests that she crashed her plane, the Electra, into the Pacific and commuted suicide. But others believe that she and Fred Noonan had landed on an uninhibited island farther away from their destination. Others also believe that the plane was also not full on fuel, so they crashed in the ocean," he then clinched his fists. "One report even goes as far as believing that she was a spay for President Roosevelt and got captured by Japanese troops. Then they forced her to broadcast herself as 'Tokyo Rose' to American Gls during World War 2! If she was a spy, I would have known about it!"

He forced himself to calm down and turned away.

"But recently, in the last few years they have found evidence on islands. Back in 2012, they found a jar of freckle cream and other findings. But last year, in 2014, researchers at the International Group for Historic Aircraft Recovery found a fragment of the Electra. But to give you a complete answer, no one knows."

"Oh," Amelia said as she hung her head. Then she smiled a bit. "Why don't we go there? Maybe we'll find something that they overlooked?"

"At this point, I only hope we had time travel. Then we could go back and solve the mystery for good. But I'm not even sure if time travel is even possible, and I don't know if it will ever be."

"So you're just going to give up?"

"For all we know, all the evidence could be false and belong to someone else. No one is going to stop looking, even if it's in vain."

"But...I want to help look!" Amelia insisted. "You said once before that you'll never stop looking for her, so I won't either!"

America smiled.

"You know, you remind me of her sometimes. What am I going to do with you?" he rubbed the back of his head and nodded a moment later.

"Alright, let's keep on looking together. Even if it still may be years before we find any solid evidence, that doesn't mean we should give up."

"Of course!" Amelia said, showing a fists pump. America held her close.

"Thank you, Amelia. I think you've given me hope again."

Amelia smiled as she held him close. She felt tears sting her eyes, but she fought them back. She wasn't going to start crying until she found out for sure what happened to Amelia Earhart.

AMELIA JONES END