Leo was taken to an old Tourist Information Block. The man, George, and his wife, Martha, (the snakes, I know) had a friend working here- Harry. (Honestly, I was going to say Hermes, but Harry just looks like him).

"George! Martha! It's good to see you. And look at you guys," Harry grinned at their sons. "If my eyes don't deceive me, I think you've shrunk."

"Oh, don't tell them that." Martha scolded good-naturedly.

"And who's this?" Harry looked Leo up and down. "I know you- you fixed my laptop for me once." Leo nodded and smiled, recognising Harry now. "What's the problem then?" Harry smiled, clapping his hands together.

"Leo's this year's loner." Harry's smile turned sympathetic. "He knows what his girl looks like and wants to know more."

"So, you want pictures of this year's eighteen year old girls then?" Leo nodded admittedly. "Aww… I thought you had a challenge for me, George." George shrugged. "If I get busted, I am so suing you." He pointed at Leo warningly.

"OK." Leo replied calmly. Harry sat at his computer and was quiet for five minutes. Leo recognised the Government seal flickering on the screen- it was a Greek omega - Ω - with triangles coming off of it with smaller triangles between them. A loading screen popped up and Harry typed furiously.

After another minute, Harry beamed.

"Ta da!" He announced, motioning at the screen. Leo looked at the screen, noticing thumbnails of pictures of a hundred girls. They weren't like school photos- these ones were taken from a CCTV camera or something. There were girls shopping, walking around and riding bikes. Harry enlarged the first picture and kept pressing the right arrow key button and flicking through the pictures slowly.

Leo was giving up hope when he saw her.

"That one," He pointed at the screen over Harry's shoulder. "Who is she?"

"Ooh, I know her. Good luck, mate." George looked at Leo pityingly.

"According to this, her name's Louisa Smith." Harry pressed a few buttons and frowned. "That's weird."

"What?" Leo asked.

"All the other girls have files of stuff they like, don't like, job, favourite colour- everything about them. This one doesn't. It just says her name."

"Why's it doing that then?"

"They're protecting her file." Harry looked up at Leo. "Like George said, good luck, mate."