KAHLAN AND CARLY Carly and her father, Robert, entered the home of Kahlan Redding, ready to create an evening that Kahlan would never forget. "Wow, this place is nice," Robert complimented, sounding memorized. He didn't take much notice in the young girls home the last time he was here. Carly ignored the comment and went straight to the kitchen. "I thought she was going to be here." "No. That wouldn't make it a surprise dad," she replied, with the slight roll of her eyes. "Damon said he'd have her here by seven, if he finds her, which doesn't give us much time." They heard a clatter from upstairs. "Or maybe she's already here." "I'll start dinner and you wrestle up the guest of honor," the pilot replied. Carly nodded and ran up the stairs. She opened the bedroom door to see me leaning on the dresser, daydreaming. "Kahlan." I blinked, as I was now aware that Carly was in my doorway. "Hey. What are you doing here?" "I have a surprise for you," she began with a smile, "So,

KAHLAN It's amazing. I had so much on my mind I'm surprised that I got any sleep. But here I am, feeling alive, feeling refreshed. I slept all through the night and not one single nightmare. Either the drugs Damon had me on were working, or Dr. Mellow's pain reliever was fantastic. Either way, I felt good. I woke up alone this morning. It's been a while since I was alone in this house. Damon went home to his mother last night, afraid to have anyone suspecting something and Carly's father was home, she wouldn't be anywhere else. Last night, however, made me realize something. I had a family here. That's what I wanted, a family. I wanted someone to take care of, and someone to take care of me, but there were other things I needed to take care of besides my family. I needed to understand what really happened to Tina. I went over every possibility in my mind and there was no way she'd be taking antidepressants. Tina would have told me if something were wrong in her life, just like I would

SANDINO AND BROOKE Once Brooke arrived at school, Sandino was at her side. He interrogated her about her appointment, hoping that she was okay. Brooke had stated on a few occasions that she wasn't feeling well. Today, she seemed to be doing a little better. Sandino comforted her by wrapping his scrawny arms around her hips, the couple taking their steps in unison. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you all this morning." Dino shared with her. She smiled. "I missed you too." "I wanted to run something by you," the young man started, "I wanted to stop by and check on Kahlan." Brooke looked over at him. "I won't go if you don't want me to. There was a lot going on at the dinner and I didn't get a chance to really talk to her." Brooke nodded. "I don't mind," she said softly. "Are you sure about that?" He questioned. The brunette turned around in her boyfriend's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. He stared down at her. She wanted to say something. He waited for her to g

KAHLAN I went home, feeling nothing but anger. And at the same time, I felt bad. I can't blame Brooke for telling what she knew. It all could have been avoided if I would have just come out with the truth. Of course, I didn't realize that until now. She made me out to be a liar, which was true. The way I reacted was way over the top and now everyone knew the truth. There is nothing I could hide behind, no excuse I could make to change that. Before bursting out into tears, I found myself knocking things over, throwing lawn chairs into the pool, letting out loud screams of hurt. I had never been so upset before... At least not since the death of my family. SANDINO AND BROOKE "Is it mine?" Brooke couldn't believe that was the first thing Sandino said to her, once they had found a remote area on the school grounds. The lunch Bell had run long ago, but the two didn't make their way to their 5th period class. Instead they were out on the bleachers. "Why wouldn't it be yours?" She confro

KAHLAN AND THE WINGO'S In my mind I planned to make this grand escape while we were on the road. Even with the automatic lock doors in the backseat and the fencing that blocked my way from the front seats, I was going to escape. As the car came to a halt, I knew that my chances of getting away were slim. Ryan turned his head to face me, a menacing grin on his face, ice blue eyes staring at me. I whimpered, trying to hold it together. "We're here," he said, chipper, breathing a sigh of relief. I stared at him. He tilted his head to the side, reading my discontent. "Are you not happy to see me?" I sniffled. When he first grabbed me, I cried and screamed. Now, I was silent, afraid to know what his plan may be. His blue eyes weren't bright and filled with love like Carly's, but they were bright with passion, the passion that he had for me. It was so unsettling. I turned my face away from him, looking out into the darkness, facing a small house that looked like a run-down shack; most of t