A/N Things are gonna start getting interesting :) *evil laugh*

Alice, Arthur, and Emily walked down the 2nd floor hall of the tiny, three-story motel. Alice led them to a roughly painted wooden door which was covered in chipped white paint and sported a sign labeled B32. She reached into her jeans pocket and grabbed the key card, slid it through the lock, and heaved the door open. Arthur stepped in after her and was immediately impressed. For a place so low-grade, Alice had done her best to make her room look as clean as possible. Everything was neatly in its place, the bed was carefully made, and nothing was strewn on the floor. It reminded Arthur of himself. Alice dragged two chairs and set them next to her bed.

"You can both sit down here. Would you like anything to drink?"

"Pepsi all the way!" Emily shouted, grinning.

"Some tea would be nice, thank you," Arthur said as he sat down. Alice quickly made some tea for herself and Arthur and poured a glass of Pepsi for Emily that she happened to have in her fridge. After she had passed out drinks, she sat down on her bed and crossed her legs.

"Alright, so we should probably discuss this memory business first," suggested Arthur.

Alice nodded and said, "When I first lost my memory, I had no idea who I was or where I was. My mum filled me in on what had happened before. She told me that we had just recently moved from England and that was why I had an accent. She wouldn't really say why we moved though. At least not the whole story, I'm sure. She and dad told me it was to move closer to family and other things. But we never actually visited any family. We were apparently too busy or something else was going on. They would also get really mad whenever I asked if we could visit England. Even if I wanted to travel to any other country, they would get extremely irritated and would change the subject quickly."

"That's pretty similar to my own story," Emily said. "When I woke up with no memories, my dad told me that we had moved from America and he wasn't going to give me the whole story. Both of my parents would get angry if I asked about going back."

"This can't be coincidental," Arthur said. Then he asked, "Alice, how did you get here if your parents refused to bring you?"

"Oh," she replied, looking away guiltily. "I sort of came here on my own. I left a note that said that I was going to Canada for a while." She looked back at them to see both gaping at her, one from astonishment and one from excitement.

"Dude, that's so awesome!"

Alice tried to hide a smile. Emily and Arthur are complete opposites! "I just needed to come here. Here is home."

Arthur sighed, "Well, at least you're here now. And we might need to interrogate some parents. They hopefully have some information to help us solve this."

Emily said, "I live just a few blocks away. I'm pretty sure that at least my mom is home, but dad could be there also."

"Perfect," Alice replied. "Then let's go!"

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Emily called. "I've brought some friends, 'kay?"

"Okay, honey," a woman's voice called from the kitchen. The three headed toward it, but were stopped by Arthur.

"Emily, if you and two strangers come in and start asking her about your past, it will look suspicious."

"He's right," Alice agreed, "we should wait outside."

Emily seemed to consider this for a moment before saying, "Nah!" and dragging Alice and a struggling Arthur into the kitchen.

"Hey Mom, these are my friends Alice and Arthur!" Emily innocently said, gesturing to them. A tall, strawberry-blonde haired woman turned away from the stove and faced them, initially smiling pleasantly.

"Hello, you can call me-." Her smile vanished and was replaced with a mask of disbelief and rage. "You two!" she said, pointing to Arthur and Alice, who were extremely confused by the outburst. "Alice, why are you here? You're supposed to be in America!"

Alice blinked in surprise. "Ex-excuse me? Do you know me?"

Emily's mother ignored her and picked up a phone laying on the counter. Emily, who had strangely been at loss for words, now asked, "Who are you calling? How do you know that Alice lived in America?"

She didn't respond and continued to dial so Emily snatched the phone out of her Mom's hand which awarded her a blood-chilling stare.

"What is going on, Mom?!"

"Just give me the damn phone!"

"Not until you explain! First off, how do you know Alice and Arthur?"

Her mom seemed to calm down a bit and quietly answered, "I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I just can't! I'm not allowed to!"

Emily shined a flashlight that appeared out of nowhere in her mom's face. "Who do you work for?!"

"Emily, I can't tell you and that's that."

Emily just calmly walked over to the living room and started examining a fancy vase. "This is a really nice vase. It's probably very expensive," she observed. "It'd be a shame if," she looked back at her mom, "someone dropped it."

Emily's mom grew fearful and her eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

"I would," Emily angrily asked. "All I do is come in here with two people and you start freaking out and calling a secret number. You won't even explain anything you just did!"

"Emily..." Arthur started.

"No, this is how you get answers!" Emily told him. She turned back to her mom. "Give us answers or the vase gets it. And don't think that I don't know where your other valuable possessions are."

Her mom sighed and angrily uttered, "Fine, I'll tell you what I can."

She tensely walked into the dining room, expecting the others to follow. Emily followed first, and as she passed Arthur, she smiled mockingly and said, "And that's how it's done."

Arthur stared after her. Great, now the purpose of living for both America and Emily is to annoy me. I swear, they are too similar.

A/N I don't know if I have to do a disclaimer for this, but I don't own the 'It'd be a shame if someone' joke. :p