Tomorrow, it sounded so scary. I didn't get much sleep, in fact, I stayed up all night thinking. Will we really get answers? Can I really trust Ciel and his strange butler? Even the servants, who I've come to know as useless, are seeming to be more prominent. This place was odd that much was true.

When morning finally arrived, I was greeted by a cheerful Sebastian. He seemed perkier than yesterday certainly, and he held out another dress. This one was brown, and came with a nice copper jacket. After another fight with the butler, Sebastian left me to myself and I was able to dress in peace.

I left the room, my hair in a braid and now hanging on my shoulder, Ciel's navy ribbon tied like a shoelace around my wrist. I walked down the staircase quickly, trying not to trip over myself as I saw him in the main room. He looked, well, attractive. He wore a green trench coat, matching the green shorts underneath. He saw me and his eyes darted down to the ribbon.

"Tsk." He chuckled, "You're still wearing that?" He seemed almost impressed. I glanced down at it, then back up to see he wore a ribbon of similar color around his neck. Interesting choice of tie piece I'd say.

I smirked, stepping up in his face. "Seems to be like we'll be matching for today." Okay, so I was trying to make friends with him. Ciel gave me an icy look, but then closed his eye and waved his hand.

"Hmph~. Very well then. Sebastian, is everything prepared for our guest today?"

"Yes, the Springfield family is on their way as we speak."

Ciel looked to me then out towards the door, "You look terrified. Don't be so stiff. Smile a bit, show them our welcome. " I took Ciel's advice, if it was advice, but my smile became forced so I did what Ciel did. I made slight indications of genuine smiling.

A carriage arrived and Sebastian moved to the door. He opened it before they could even knock and I instantly grabbed Ciel's arm, looping my arm around his elbow.

But I immediately cursed myself for it! What was I thinking? It was so sharp, so quick and unexpected. Ciel had no time to glare, but his genuineness faltered and he stiffened hastily. Oh, but his arm was so soft. "W-welcome." Ciel greeted to the old man that walked in, Mr. Springfield. Then a lady, Misses Springfield. I no longer could smile, and they certainly didn't make an effort too.

"A child! You telling me a child is going to be the one to bring my daughter back!" Mr. Springfield yelled. We sat in the main room. At some point in between their arriving Sebastian had arranged the furniture. So now there were two opposing lounges, and a long coffee table thay stood in between. I sat beside Ciel, my hands in my lap and our shoulder's touching.

Ciel didn't personally like his shoulder against mine, but I was too nervous to be on my own.

He was somehow able to take the old man's insult lightly, crossing his legs and chuckling. "Yes, quite right. I do understand where you're coming from.." Ciel's navy eye opened slyly, "But do remember who you're talking to."

Sebastian had served us all tea, and Misses Springfield had to force the cup into her husband's hand. "Oh yes of course, the queen's guard dog. But that doesn't mean my daughter's life can be trusted in the hands of a child!"

"A child of the Phantomhives, correct Mr. Springfield." Ciel's patience was weakening, though he hid it well, the shudders in his shoulder told me so.

"Now, I do have import-"

"My daughter has been gone for weeks!" Mr. Springfield cut him off. Now his wife began fanning him, then herself. "Not weeks Chris, maybe a couple of days."

"A couple of days this kid has been wasting!"

"Would you please stop and listen to what Ciel has to say. Obviously we called you over because we discovered some important stuff." I said sharply, Ciel only sighed and began to rub his temple. He seemed to have gotten this a lot. One thing did shock me however, he leaned more into my shoulder. A silent 'thank you' perhaps?

It was hard to hold in a blush. "And who are you? The Phantomhive's little girlfriend?"

He's already engaged... I think to myself, sadly, but before I could speak, Ciel straightened a bit. "She is a very intelligent subject who has proven to be quite useful. In fact, she can tell you exactly what happened to Amanda Springfield."

I looked to Ciel in great shock. Me...he said all those things about me. Intelligent? Useful? I tried to read his face but he only stared ahead. His expression was unreadable. Was it a lie? Did he make that up just to have something to say? Ciel glanced at me, his eye giving me a certain glare and then I remembered..

I'm in the spotlight now. "U-uh. Right! Your daughter, Amanda, she somehow...spontaneously, disappeared. Or so we thought, she actually, and along with others, switched places. "

Now they were listening, and a slight nudge from Ciel's shoulder told me to continue. "I myself am a victim. But not from here you see. So, I am in place of Amanda, Amanda is...in place of me."

Sebastian, who was indeed in the room, actually appeared interested. "Well? Where is my daughter!? Where are you from?" Mr. Springfield asked. I was about to tell him, America, but Ciel pressed into my shoulder.

"I'm afraid, that part of the information can't be shared. But don't think you came for nothing. Actually," Though our arms stayed touching; Ciel laced his fingers together, "I have a few questions for you parents.."

I was exhausted, literally falling into Ciel's office chair. "That was a whirlwind." I sighed.

"True. But we got a lot of answers. Amanda's age, her location, even who she interacted with before her disappearance." Ciel said, fondling his ring before the window.

"Yeah. Definitely age has nothing to do with swap she's three years older than me." I stared at the blank papers on Ciel's desk in boredom. "And they said she had no contact with Aleistor." I added.

Ciel nodded, seeming to be in thought. "Not true. Aleistor could of easily captured her. She was alone in that alley."

"But why an alley?" I questioned, "Who knows..? No one was around remember?" Ciel sighed.

"Too many possibilities. "

"And too many moves. A perfect game of chest. But the day isn't over, I said questions will be answered, and I mean't it. " Ciel turned and met my eyes, "Rayne. Where were you? April 17th, 1881?"

I stared back into his eyes, and I swore I could spot a small sadistic grin growing. But, but...can they really handle the truth?

Update complete! I hope you enjoy and will look forward to the next one! Please don't kill me for making it short..I want this to be exciting and keep yah coming for more! SO until next time, things are about to get interesting.