"...So I'll just talk to Michael's parents and then I'll pack and get my train back so you'll be there, right?", I asked Jay, talking to him on my phone as I walked down the street, looking out for the house Michael had lived in. It felt a little weird to walk with the bandages around my legs, but it was'nt sore so I could'nt really complain.

"Sure. I'm glad your comming back actually. I was getting lonely", Jay admitted, which brought a small smile to my face.

"Yeah, I'm missing you too", I said before slowly my walk to a stop when I saw the house I was looking for...I think. "Look I'm at the house now, so I'll call you when I'm on the train, 'kay?"

"Okay, see you soon".

"Yeah, bye", I turned my phone off and slowly walked up the steps to the front door. There was'nt anything particualry interesting or note worthy about it, except that it looked like it was freshly painted a faded blue colour at least a few months ago.

I took a small breath as I stepped in front of the door. After a few seconds I knocked on the door lightly. I did'nt see a car, so I could'nt be certain if anyone was here or not. However the door did open eventually.

There was a woman in her late fourties, with streaks of grey in her pale, mousy brown hair. She seemed exhausted but had a forced smile on her face. There was a smell of flour on her and she was holding a rolling pin so I guess she had been baking.

"Yes, can I help you?", she asked, her voice seemed to be dry.

"Um, are you ?"

"Yes".

"Right. You probably don't remember me. I'm Rebecca. I was a friend of your son, Michael". I noticed her smile dissapear. In fact her jaw seemed to clench a little.

"Well what can I do for you, Rebecca?", she asked, though there was a certain type of tone she was using that I could'nt figure out exactly what the tone was. I guess the fact that Michael was declared dead and seeing me was'nt a good combination.

"Um, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions? About July of 2000?" Her jaw seemed to clench more, and I swear I could have felt her teeth grinding against one another.

"What do you want to know?" I noticed she did'nt invite me inside. It was probably nothing but I still felt it should be noted.

"Well, first off did Michael ever mention seeing a tall guy. Very tall, bald and wearing a suit?"

"Not that I recall", she replied bluntly, but there was enough motion in her voice she wanted me to leave as soon as possible.

"Well, did anything seem odd about Michael before July?"

"No. He was a good boy. Gifted, smart. You could tell he was going to have a good career", the way she said it seemed a bit condescending. Why was that?

"Uh huh, right well-", I was interrupted by my own coughing. I had forgotten to drink some water earlier. "Sorry, just a dry throat", I mumbled, though Mrs. Gallis did'nt seem affected.

Would it be selfish of me to think that she was being rude by not at least offering something to drink?

"Anyway, um. Did anything odd happen before July?", I questioned.

"Odd how?", narrowed her eyes at me.

"I don't know. Basically anything that does'nt usually happen". 'You idiot', I mentally added.

"No. There was'nt anything odd", replied. I nodded a little. There was only one more question I had.

"I...heard Michael was declared...dead. I was wondering how...?"

"They never found his body, and there was a blood spattered jacket found", said this a little coldy, and she even glared at me a little which made me wince a little.

"Right, well-"

"How's Alex?"

"Alex?" I was a little taken back that she was suddenly asking about Alex.

"Um, I have'nt talked to him in a while. Why?", I asked, a little unsure whether that was a good idea or not.

"Well, Michael did look similar to Alex a little. Did'nt he?"

"Well, I guess-"

"And with you with him, it could be an easy mistake to make if they knew you were Alex's sister", cut me off again. Where was she going with this exactly?

"Err..."

"Why?"

"Why, what?", I asked slowly, feeling a little uneasy when I noticed her grip tighten on the rolling pin.

"Why did you come back? Why did my son have to die?" was raising her voice now, and I was beginning to question whether I made the right choice comming here.

" , I-", but before I could finish my sentance I felt something hard hit the side of my head making me stmble to the side a little. The crazy bitch hit me with the rolling pin!

"You led my son to his death!"

She tried to hit me again but I quickly got out of the way and ran down the steps, stumbling slightly and countinued running down the street. She only went down the steps and no further, yelling at me to never come back into her life again. I still could'nt get the fact she hit me with a bloody rolling pin out of my head.

I never thought I would be as glad to pack my things as I did now. I did'nt pack this morning because I never expected to be staying there long anyway. I packed everything away with ease, including the wrapped Christmas presents for Jay. I checked my watch and saw I still had twenty minutes untill check out, and my train was'nt leaving for another hour, so I thought I might as well relax a little.

I flopped down onto my bed. It was'nt the most comfortable bed in the world, but it was still a bed. I closed my eyes. I was'nt planning on going to sleep, I just wanted to close them. I was'nt paying too much attention to my surroundings as I thought about what's happened the past two weeks. I deffinetly did'nt want to be on my own again. Well, I suppose I technically was'nt that alone.

I then felt a weight on my bed and I shot up and looked to my side, seeing Masky sit next to me. I guess if you really do say the devil's name he comes.

"Oh, I was'nt expecting you", I said, and I truely did'nt. I thought last night was the last night I'd see him before he would go and tackle Jay again. As usual he did'nt respond, but he took something out of his pocket. A black sash?

"Wh-what's that for?", I asked, feeling a little nervous but he just stretched it out and then tied it around my eyes. I was a little scared and tried to take it off but Masky grabbed my wrists and held them in one hand. Okay I was getting scared now, but did I have a reason to be scared? After what happened the last couple of days, would he really just kill me now?

While I was trying to calm myself down I almost failed to notice the feel of his hand on the back of my neck and I felt my lips pushed onto his. The only difference was that it was'nt plastic ones.

They were real lips.

A tiny part of me argued that Jay, and possibly Alex, would freak out if this was ever found out, but a bigger part actually liked it. The last time I kissed a guy was my senior prom with Seth, but it did'nt really mean anything to me, so that might have a part in how I felt about this kiss but God damn Masky was a good kisser!

A small sigh of delight left my lips and with my lips parted Masky used that opportuinity to deepen the kiss. Not that I was unhappy with it. Hell I'm not ashamed to say I kissed back with only some hesitation and even though I don't ever plan to smoke, I found the scent of it on him rather nice. The kiss felt familiar too. I guess something similar happened over the seven months I had forgotten.

Eventually though the kiss had to end and I felt half of a broken string of saliva drip onto my chin. I felt him stroke my wrists before feeling his lips on my forehead, as my lower lip quivered.

I waited about two minutes before I slowly brought a hand to the sash and took it off, to see Masky was'nt here. I brought my fingers to my lips that still felt that tingling sensation. I gripped the sash and held it close to my heart.

I'm not too sure what my feelings for Masky were exactly, but I don't think I could ever really fear him and if any I felt attatched to him in a way.

The trip back to Jay was uneventfull, and if anything I was actually able to relax on this trip. Maybe it was because there were more people in the carrige this time. I still felt a bit alone, even with people around but I guess the fact there were people here in general made me feel better.

When I got off the train there were several crowds to get through, and being 5'5 there were a lot of people at least my height or more which made it difficult to find my way through.

Thankfully I spotted Jay, looking over the crowds for me. I smiled as I forced my way through two men, not really caring if I seemed rude and lightly jogged over to Jay.

"Hey Jay", I chirped and gave him a hug. I guess I startled him a little since his body jilted a little but he hugged back before we both let go.

"Hey Rebecca. Good to see your okay", Jay smiled. He seemed a bit tired. I guess he did'nt get too much sleep last night, but other then that he seemed fine.

"You too. So do you want to get something to eat first before we get back to the hotel?", I asked as we started walking outside.

"Yeah, food sounds good", Jay answered, absent mindedly. "So what did Michael's parents say?"

"Well...", I started. "I was talking with his mom. She started yelling at me and saying it was my fault Michael's dead and hit me in the head with a rolling pin!"

Date: 12/19/10

Time: 21:03

Finally back with Jay. Good to be here with him again, maybe I'll sleep easier at night now.

We don't really have too much planned. We're mostly just going to relax as much as we can while we figure out what to do. Jay want's to look for the location of 'Entry #29' which he posted on 12/16/10 sometime after Christmas. It's better then going up a rotting tower that looks ready to collapse from the inside.

Michael's mom threw a fit and went crazy on me but I managed to get some information out of her, though I'm not too sure how usefull it will be. I'll think about all the evidence I have gathered before putting down a theory.

I met Masky before I left the hotel, and after blindfolding me he kissed me with his actual lips. It was...was...it felt so, right. Man, if Jay or Alex knew...

But you know what? I don't think I really care that much, and I still have the sash to remember the kiss by.~

Rebecca Kralie.

P.S

Oh God. I just realised how girly I sounded up above. May my tomboyness forgive me for that moment of girliness.

I would first like to say a thank you to those that have reviewed. The fact you enjoy this story makes me feel good =D And a special thanks to AlbinoAwesome for all your lovely compliments! A God? Me? Hardly, but thanks anyway.

I also want to say, I'm sorry if the kissing scene sucked. And basically all the romantic-ish moments with Masky. I try to keep him in charecter and I've never considered myself a romantic person, in fact I don't really like the romance genre too much. But there are exceptions. Like fanfiction! XD

But again, thanks to everyone with your support. Admitably when the story comes to a point when it's fully up to date with the current Marble Hornets storyline, it will probably only be as updated as much as the series itself is as I would like to keep this story as close to the plot as possible...Unless they try to kill off Tim, then I'll use my author powers to keep him alive...and maybe Alex if he either redeems himself, shows remorse, prove everything he did was under Slenderman's influence or if I'm in a good mood or all three! XD

...I'm also sorry for taking up so much space here...