Hello my fellow Fannibals! I can't believe this is already the fourth chapter! I have only just started writing the story and now I'm already at chapter four! Wow, just wow.

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Chapter 4: Nice to meet you

As Will was outside of the house, I realized I had nothing to unpack. I didn't have any clothes, toiletries or personal objects. I didn't have any money either, so I couldn't buy anything new. Damn you amnesia.

Could I ask will about it? He has already done a lot for me though he didn't even know me. But asking him for money felt wrong somehow. But the fact that I needed clothes remained…

Will re-entered the house, with slightly red cheeks, as it was pretty cold outside. "I just realized, you don't have any clothes, or anything else." He said. "Do you wish to go shopping for some or something? After that I have a lecture to give, so you could join me and attend one, as you asked earlier?" He suggested.

"Shopping and then listening to one of your lectures then?" I asked, to which he nodded. "Sounds good to me, but are you sure, I don't have any money, so –"

"Don't worry about that" he cut me off and I looked down. He sighed and said "If it really bothers you that much you can repay me when you've regained your memory and have some money again, alright?"

I looked up at him again and smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem, now let's go." He said smiling.

We were soon driving off into town. We went to a clothes store first. I got two pairs of jeans, both skinny; one pair of black, straight legged trousers; a pair of jeans shorts; black tights; two tank tops, a turquoise one and a black one; a white button up shirt; a plaid shirt; two T-Shirts; a zip-up jacket; a cardigan; pj's and a cute, black knee-length skater dress with little white birds embroidered. Then we went to a shoe store. There I got a pair of black biker boots, a pair of sneakers, a pair of simple black flats and a pair of slippers. Our last stop was at a local supermarket, where I got a hair brush, a tooth brush and tooth paste, shampoo, socks and some bras and underwear. Will felt very uncomfortable when I was picking out the bras and underwear, which made me grin. When we were back in the car, after all the shopping we had done, I kissed him on the cheek, which made him blush slightly.

"Thank you for everything." I told him smiling.

"You're welcome." He muttered.

We then drove to the place where Will gave his lectures. I pulled out some of the clothes we had bought, together with a bra, knickers, socks and the black biker boots. I went to the bathroom and changed into the new things, taking of Will's too big clothes. I put them in the black handbag which we had also bought and joined Will in his office before walking to his class together.

When we entered the room, I went to sit at the first row, wanting to hear everything he said.

After five minutes he started and I was fascinated by everything he said. He spoke of a case he had worked on as a profiler for the FBI; a man had entered the house of a Mr. and Mrs. Marlow and had shot them both. It was really interesting.

"Tell me your design" he finished his lecture. Everybody stood up and started to leave, but I remained sat as I saw an Afro-American man walk up to Will.

I watched them as they spoke a few minutes. They then turned to leave, and Will saw me, remembering I was still there. He told me to come down as we were leaving.

"Jack, meet Victoria Harris, she is staying with me for a while, until she regains her memories that is. Victoria, meet Jack Crawford." Will introduced us to each other.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Harris", Jack told me as we shook hands.

"Likewise", I replied, a formal smile on my face. "Oh and please, Mr. Crawford, call me Victoria."

"Then please call me Jack, Victoria." He answered me, a small grin on his face.

I smiled at him once more, before turning my gaze away from him. At this time we were walking on the parking lot and I overheard them talking to each other.

They were talking about eight girls who had gone missing, and apparently Jack wanted Will's help to solve the case.

We went to Jacks office, where he explained the specifics of the case to Will. The eight girls who had gone missing, were all similar to each other; same age, same weight, same hair color. Will's theory was that they weren't abducted from their houses, but from someplace else.

The eighth girl, Elise Nichols, disappeared last Friday. She was supposed to watch the house for her parents at the weekend, feed the cat, but she never made it home.

Will explained his theory to us. "It's not about all of these girls, it's about one of them. It's like he's Willy Wonka and these girls are all candy bars. Hidden in these bars, is one special bar, his golden ticket."

They then talked some more about the case and then about Will. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to help Jack yet, I could see that from the look in his eyes and from his body language.

"Help me find some evidence" Jack said to him.

Will hesitated for a moment, looking at me and then away again, and said "That would require me to be sociable." Which he clearly wasn't too fond of.

We then went to Elise Nichols' house, only to discover her body in her bedroom. She was brought back, Will calling it an 'apology'.

After that, we left for Wolf Trap again. While driving home, I saw a dog, walking at the side of the road.

"Will, look" I said, pointing at the dog.

Will looked over to where I was pointing and started to drive slower and stopped the car. We got out and started to try to make the dog come to us. We were able to take him with us in the car, and took him back to Wills house.

I sat in the backseat, cuddling with the dog. I really liked the dog, and Will noticed this as he was looking at me and the dog through the rearview mirror.

"You two fit together very well", he said to me, a small smile on his lips.

"I really like him Will, don't joke about that." I told him seriously, though you could see from the look in my eyes that I was amused.

"You're a good boy, aren't you Winston? Aren't you?" I muttered to the dog while stroking his golden fur.

"Winston?" Will asked me. "How did you came up with that?"

"I don't know, it just popped into my head" I said.

"Well, I like it. Winston it is then." Will said.

We continued the rest of our drive home in silence. When we arrived, Will took the dog to the porch and started bathing and then hair drying the dog. When Winston was clean and smelled really nice, Will introduced him to the other dogs.

"Winston, this is everybody. Everybody, this is Winston."

Not long after that, we went to sleep, being exhausted from the day we had had. Will insisted I took the bed, and he would sleep on the couch.

So now I was laying on my side, watching Will turn and shift in his sleep. He was having a nightmare, I thought. I felt sympathetic for him, as I knew how bad a weird and bad dream could make you feel.

I continued watching Will for a while, until my eyelids grew heavy, and fell asleep.