Wow...how the time flew. I didn't realize how long it was and I apologize for that. I had a lot going on, but, now I'm back and hopefully I'll be able to keep the rest of this up on a steady basis. I hope you're enjoying the story so far, and please keep reviewing!

Chapter 3- Just Another Glance Will Do

The next morning had been the same as any other, bakers would put out their fresh rolls; the seafood vender setting out the fresh catch that had been caught earlier that morning, fruit venders polishing their apples and pears to attempt to attract customers to their kiosks with the bright colors and the fresh appeal…they figured nothing could go wrong.

That saying applied to anyone…unless you were a street rat.

And of course the street rats had no luck. They tried to eat and they got caught. That's just how it worked. The lucky ones got at least a nibble, rare if they got more. Children rummaged through trash heaps and dumpsters, not wanting to even risk the various stands that laid before them, knowing what would happen to them if anything went wrong.

That was just the problem…Something always went wrong.

True enough as it was…that was just how things had to be for the time being. The raven haired boy the street mouse had met the evening before laid on top of one of the canopy's that hung above a melon stand, the monkey carefully plucking a cantaloupe, and curling back up to the one called Aladdin.

The female on the other hand shoved her hands into her pockets, her eyes roaming from tabletop to tabletop, like a woman with money doing her daily window shopping, just…excluding the money. There was something in particular she had been looking for, a certain something, or even a someone, although at the moment, even she wasn't so sure.

"Now where could it…aha, here we go," she murmured to herself, her face lighting up as she neared her destination; the various baked goods practically screaming out her name. She crept up, moved a dish of cinnamon rolls and picked herself up upon the sturdy counter, crossing her legs like she had seen the elegant middle class woman, trying to copy their sophisticated technique. She waited until the baker turned to face her.

"Oh! Savannah!" He jumped, blinking at her as though he had seen an apparition, or something of the sort.

The girl grinned, "Morning."

"And what brings you to my humble abode this morning?"

He was a middle aged man, late thirties, possibly early forties. He still kept a "baby face," youthful, crowning his appearance to a late twenties, more than anything. His chocolate orbs smiled at the girl in front of him, while his hands shooed her off of his clean counter.

"Just came to see how you were doing," she said, not budging from her spot. "I haven't seen you for quite sometime after all."

The elder man nodded as this was true. He set some rolls into a basket, hot buns in another. Once more, he attempted to shoo her off of his counter, needing the space. Finally, the girl obliged and shifted off of his counter, leaning against it for support. The smell of those rolls was driving her insane.

"Would you like one?" He questioned, perhaps even able to hear her stomach roar.

"I wouldn't want to impose…" Although her eyes told a different tale, her orbs scanning the baskets, searching for the largest one. And luckily, she knew he didn't expect payment from her.

"Not at all," he smiled, letting her choose as she pleased. "Just one, though."

And one was more than enough. Finding the fluffiest one, she bit into it, savoring the steam and the warm flavor, slipping into her own world for just a second before drowning back into reality. Savannah glanced back at the man who had been giving a soft chuckle.

"You remind me more and more of your mother every time I see you, my dear," he said as he gazed at her fondly. "How I do miss her so."

"Yeah…you and me both," she said softly. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't leave a lily for her."

Although their chat had abruptly ended when the elder man from the day before had tumbled into the girl's arms, she falling onto her side. Venders glanced at the commotion at the baker's stand, the baker himself wasn't sure whether to help or not. The answer came clear as one of the palace guards charged after the elderly man.

"Stop! You! Girl! Don't let him get away!"

The elder man stared at her with fearful eyes. Savannah stared at him, curious why someone who seemed more well off than she would be in such a predicament. However, she hadn't the time to ask questions to herself. She helped the man up and hurried off to hide. The guards weren't ignorant, they recognized her from the day earlier. Once they had realized, the head of the guards saw this as an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

Up on the canopy, Abu scrambled to the tip of the pole that held the cloth together, watching the riot begin to unravel. "Abu, what're you looking at?" Aladdin asked, peering over with his furry friend, seeing the damsel in distress with her…father? Who ever, Aladdin figured to himself that he felt obligated to assist, it's what his heart told him.

Dashing and bouncing from canopy to canopy, he followed the girl. She was swift, even with the old man in hand. He felt he thought too soon as the guards followed right behind her, cornered her at a dead end. That's what they had planned, it seemed, from the very beginning. Agrabah's marketplace had been engraved in their skulls, as sad as that sounded. Aladdin pondered for a moment, climbing up the side of the building, he loosened the tie to a clothes line, zipping down, and snagging the girl around her waist, taking her up with him, along with the old man whose hand had been gripped tight to the young woman's with no intention of letting go. The guards followed on a hot pursuit, until, well, misfortune struck them…face first into a wagon of camel manure.

Aladdin grinned, setting the three of them onto a balcony to a house whose occupants weren't home at the moment, luckily for them.

"Are you alright?" Savannah turned to the old man, who had taken a seat on the cold, stone floor. He nodded weakly, she not daring to ask why he had been running from them.

"Seems like you can't seem to stay out of trouble, hm?" Aladdin smirked as he brushed himself off, Abu snickering his tiny monkey snicker.

"Very funny, I'll have you know-" She turned around, ceasing in mid sentence to stare at the young man who had saved her ass the previous day. "Aladdin…"