I stood there astonished when the man declared his identity. My clouded eyes couldn't leave his sight when those words contracted my ears. Taking a step back from him, I blinked to make the view clear. It was the same man, whom I stamped in the crowd. This cannot be true, all this time- before I could complete my thought other thought interrupted. Is he another kidnapper? Stepping back several steps, I was surveying my driver who was nowhere to be found."Levy listen to me." He said while taking a step towards me.How did he know my name?"Back off." I snarled, tears leaving my eyes."You don't have to fear me." He stepped forward, making me mirror his action oppositely. "Ok, I am not moving." He stood still in this position."Who sent you to kidnap me?" I asked. This was a stupid question, why would any kidnapper would tell that. But my mind wasn't running fine to ask any proper question.

Sitting in the class with my head resting on the bench, I was thinking of what to do. How should I explain this to my brother? It's really hard for me to believe and impossible for him. I was staring at my hands holding the phone. Should I talk with someone? But with whom? Only if Loren was here, I could discuss it with him. He always had answers to my questions and he somewhat knows about my father, I didn't know what I told him back then. Here I again started thinking about him. Scrolling the contacts on the phone as if his number will magically pop up, I abruptly stopped the process when I saw Jacob's name. Should I call him? He might freak out more than I am and he'll be sleeping at this time. Damn! I just want to smash my head on the wall so that any solution my fall out. This is stupid. I stood up to move to the other class. I should get something that justifies his words.Classes went by one after another. We got

My eyes couldn't believe what they saw that night, neither my mind could contemplate why he was there. Was I hallucinating? No, I wasn't. If it was a hallucination, this could have happened a long and time ago. He was real, but how? Was the question that was killing every brain cells of mine. In between two days, time passed and I was lost in my thoughts. The answer to how he was there? What was he doing? and why at the funeral? Will be answered only if, I know who that woman was. And the question, who she was can be answered by only one person, Ayra. I didn't dare to ask her anything about her friend, I wanted to give her time till she comes out of her somber.I got off the bed, freshened up and went into her room. She was sitting on the bed, hugging the pillow. Even after a couple of days, she wasn't normal. Taking a deep breath, I entered and sat beside her."Ayra?" I said.She looked up at me, ending her nowhere stare.