Summary: "I'm sorry I need to leave, but I think that we both need time, so I'm leaving for the city where I can forget it all." Only one problem, what city is that? And Phineas has to find her, or lose her forever.

A/N: Okay... SOOO Lhasi (as I understand it) is the capitol of Tibet... So now, going on his "gut" feeling, Phineas is hoping he chose right when he decided to head for Tibet... Meanwhile, Christine is about to hear: שלום

I do not own Phineas and Ferb... All © goes to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.

Chapter 7: שלום

Christine was looking out the window as the train passed through Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran (where they were stopped, boarded, and searched), Iraq, and Jordan before stopping in the city of Tel-Aviv.

Christine took her small backpack which held her meager amount of belongings and got off the train, immediately seeing what the monks in Tibet were talking about. She did seem to have a resemblance to the people just going about their lives.

Slowly, Christine wove her way through crowd after crowd of people, many of whom were just staring after her... This just drove Christine on faster as she began feeling uncomfortable around the mass number of people.

Finally, at the edge of Tel-Aviv, Christine found a family park where she sat down and began eating the food she had saved from the train.

Christine slowly savored the sandwich that she had as she watched the people move about from place to place, all seeming to enjoy themselves while she tried working out the loss of memory in her head..

After sighing, Christine put her sandwich down and found herself tired for the first time since getting off the train from Tibet.

Christine crawled over to a nice big tree where she could sleep in peace, and out of the way of people who were coming and going in the park. She began closing her eyes and bringing her knees to her chin when a man spotted her and came over to her.

"Shalom young one," The man said. "What are you doing here by yourself?"

"I was here to eat my lunch and possibly take a nap sir," Christine said, remembering the lessons her parents had given her on being polite with people she didn't know.

"Do your parents know you are here by yourself?" The man asked kindly.

"No sir," Christine whispered. "They are dead..."

"Really?" The man asked, shocked. "Well, this is no place for one such as you... Come on... I'll take you down to the Tel-Aviv orphanage. You'll like it there..."

"Okay," Christine replied, curiosity getting the better of her.