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     "Amy? What are you doing up at 2:00 AM?"

     "I couldn't sleep. I can never sleep."

     "I can never sleep because you can never sleep. Leave me alone."

     "But... can't we do something together?"

     "At 2:00 AM?"

     "Okay, fine, I'm just scared of those strange ladies who showed up at our door."

     "What strange lady? Do mom and dad know?"

     "They're not home yet. I answered the door and this girl with long black hair came to the door and asked if you lived here. I told her it was 2:00 AM and get the freak out of here."

     "Good girl."

     "She smiled and said she understood my reaction but that this was urgent and you'd know who she is. Tthen there was this other lady who also showed up and asked me to get you. I said I'd go get you, but... I don't know what to do."

     "Okay, Amy. I'll get the door."

''     Tiptoeing down the stairs. The girls. The ice. The candy. The fire.''

"Sophie!"

Sophie was jerked out of her flashback, still rattled. Who were those people? She coudln't remember their faces. It was just so scary... and unreal...

"Sophie, are you okay?" It was Fitz. She was sitting on her bed, and he was sitting next to her, concern in his eyes. "You looked like you saw a ghost - although, a couple hours ago, we practically did."

Sophie's shaking head nodded. "It was a flashback. I was ten, Amy was eight. She woke me up one night scared. Weird people had showed up at our house. I was prepared to call 911 if they tried anything - that's what a human does if they need real help from real danger. I can't realy remember them - just that there was lots of ice and fire and swet stuff - sedatives? It's so blurry!"

"Shh. Shh," Fitz said calmingly, stroking her back reassuringly. "It's alright. This means we've uncovered something. Come on. Let's go rejoin the others." Fitz helped her up and brought her down Havenfields stairs.

"Fitzphie's done doing whatever Fitzphie does when we're not around," Keefe proclaimed when they reached the living room. Then he realized the look on Sophie's face. "Wait - something's going on with Foster. Am I right, guys?" He nudged Biana, and Biana looked like a kid who had just been given the keys to Disneyworld.

"Yes, something's definetly wrong," Biana said, still appearing wrapped up in the fact that Keefe had looked to her for advice. Keefe rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking.

"I recovered a memory," Sophie explained, her mind finally beginning to clear. "It's a weird memory - like it was never really meant to be found out."

"Know what you mean, Foster."

"It was me an Amy, when we were little -"

"Any and I," Dex interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever, we were little, and weird people came to the door and they asked for me, and they froze a bunch of stuff and burned a bunch of stuff and there was something sweet, like mallowmelt -"

"Whoa, easy, Foster. We hardly know what you're saying."

"I think a Froster and a Pyrokinetic showed up at your door, and the rest is blurry," Biana summarized helpfully, looking to Sophie for approval. Sophie nodded.

"But then..." Dex trailed off. "Why..."

"Why what?"

"The Neverseen don't have a froster, meaning it was Angie. And Marella wasn't with the Footprints back then, and Fintan was a Neverseen person, as was Brant. So who could the other person be?"

"We could ask the Council," Keefe suggested innocently.

"NO!" everyone shouted.

"Geez, I was kidding. What if it wasn't people on the wrong side. Maybe it was the Black Swan, with Dex's mom and a firey pendant and -"

"Why would they destory my house?"

"Well, was your house destroyed?"

"No," Sophie admitted. And then a final piece of the memory finally clicked into place, like that one puzzle piece that you know goes somewhere but can't understand it.

It gave her nightmares in the past.

Amy's eyes, Amy's voice:

Sophie, please - stop!