When I woke again I was no longer in the same room as before. The light here was softer and I lay in a bed, not on a cold table. Around the bed hung curtains, closing me into a little room of my own. It reminded me of the time I'd been in the hospital for a rather nasty bout of the flu.

     This time however I wasn't hooked up to machines and there was no constant beep of a heart monitor. The bed I was lying in also felt nicer than a standard hospital bed. The sheets and blanket were cleaner and I wasn't wearing a hospital gown. I still wore the lavender tank top and jeans I'd put on what felt like ages ago.

     I went to move and noticed how the blanket had been tucked in. It had been done carefully, by someone that cared.

     I sat up carefully but no painful headaches or spots greeted me. Testing the waters further, I held up a hand. Steady as always. Maybe, I reasoned, I'd fainted when Blaze and I got home and I'd dreamed up this whole scenario of being kidnapped. But a little voice in the back of my head told me to look around. This wasn't a normal hospital room.

     As if to prove a point, my eyes landed on a figure that was hunched over in a seat in the corner. His head lolled sideways and his eyes were closed. I stiffened. He was the boy from my house. The one the women had called Griffin.

     Anger bubbled in my stomach. He'd attacked Blaze and me. Kidnapped me and brought me to this place. Speaking of which, I needed to figure out what this place was and I wasn't going to do that by lying around in bed.

     If this Griffin person was supposed to be guarding me, he was doing a horrible job. I swung my legs out of bed and let my bare feet touch the floor. It was surprisingly warm. I spotted my shoes and a few personal items laying on the floor near the boy's feet. Quietly as I could, I pulled my shoes on and placed the light sweater around my shoulders. Underneath those two items was my phone. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and shoved it into my back pocket.

     I crept to the curtains and pulled them aside. The room outside was long with hospital beds lining the walls. Mine was the only one in use.

     "If you're thinking about sneaking out, why didn't you wake me?"

     I cursed and spun around. My heart was threating to beat out of my chest once again. The boy sat upright in the chair, all signs of sleep gone. Of course, he hadn't actually been sleeping.

     His eyes twinkled goodnaturedly like we were sharing a joke. The resentment and anger still festering in my stomach simmered down a little But not enough to stop me from what I did next.

     I moved quickly towards the boy and before he could stand, I slapped him across the face. It was a loud sound that shattered the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

     "I think you know what that was for," I said backing up a few steps.

     An angry red mark had already begun to form on his cheek. He brushed it with his fingers and looked up at me. For a split second, I was afraid that he'd get mad and attack me but he just sighed.

     "I suppose I deserved that," he stood up.

     I backed up some more until my back brushed the curtains. I was ready to run if I needed. He must have guessed my intentions because the next thing he said was my name.

     "Nova."

     I decided I liked the way he said it. Gentle, it rolled off his tongue like he'd said it a million times before.

     "You act like you know me," I decided it was time to get some answers. "But we've never met so how does that work?"

     The boy sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to him. I found myself drawn to him like a magnet, like I could trust him. Despite sharing the same silver hair and purple eyes he wasn't like the other three aliens I'd encountered. He was kind and he cared, I could tell from the way he looked at me. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to make one ally while I was here.

     "Well, first things first, my name is Griffin," he held out his hand and I shook it. "And I'm your best friend."

     I kept myself from laughing. Yeah right. I was friends with this guy. This guy that I'd never seen before, that was a part of an alien race, and that had kidnapped me from my home.

     The amusement must have been easy to read on my face because Griffin's face fell. I'm not sure why but that change in emotions pained me a little.

     "They're right, you don't remember anything," his voice was hurt. "I don't know why I thought you'd remember me."

     There was a hint of tears gathering in his eyes and unconsciously I wiped them away. Griffin's eyes widened and he caught my hand as I pulled it away, afraid I'd intruded. I averted my eyes from meeting his and they landed on a small screen in the wall that I hadn't seen before. It was right next to the head of the bed so no wonder I hadn't noticed it.

     On it was displayed what looked like records but it was the small picture that caught my eye. I gently pulled my hand out of Griffin's and went to stand in front of it.

     "What is this and why does it have my picture on it?" I asked unnerved.

     "I think those are your medical records," Griffin came to stand by me.

     The picture wasn't quite right. It was like looking in a mirror but not quite. I leaned closer to get a better look and let out a small gasp. In the picture, my hair was silver and framed my thin face. My face was set in a frozen smirk, the corners of my mouth just ever so slightly turned up. That's how I knew it was really me in the photo. No one else had that smirk.

     My breathing sped up as I scanned the rest of the screen. Everything was there, my name, height, weight, even birthday down to the tee.

     "What does this mean?" I ask Griffin in a small voice.

     My breath keeps coming in short gasps. The information on the screen keeps glaring at me in bright green writing. It dares me to think it's false, made up but deep down, though I didn't want to admit it, I knew it was true.

      "It means that you're like me," Griffin pointed at something else on the screen. "Except for that."

      I hadn't noticed the place that he was pointing too. I'd been too busy looking over all my personal information and making sure my eyes hadn't been playing tricks on me. Two words glared from the screen in large capital letters and I stared at them until they were seared into my brain.

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