I fell asleep that night on the ground by Amy, but I woke up the next morning alone, covered in a blanket. I guess it was Hornet that brought it to me.

Later, Hornet showed me to a cot in a room where a bunch of other cots were crowded into.

"You can sleep here tonight." She said.

I slipped my bag and guitar under the cot, and propped Amy's suitcase against the wall. This reminded me that I needed to find her.

"Do you know where Amy is?" I asked Hornet hopefully.

"Hmm…Bo probably took her near the stage." She said thoughtfully. "He's very attached to her." She added.

I thanked her and walked over to the door that said STAGE on it, and opened it and went inside.

It was a lot darker in there than I thought it would be, with no windows to bring in the sunlight. I crept softly around the room, calling Amy's name, quietly, more than a little scared by the fact that it was so dark I could barely see my hand in front of my face.

I started to imagine a guy in a hockey mask creeping up behind me, and then revving up a chainsaw, and then- "hello." I screamed and whirled around. Oh God, it was only Scipio.

"Why the heck did you sneak up on me like that?" I yelled at him. He laughed. I was distracted for a moment by that laugh. It sounded so care-free. It had been a long time since I had laughed that freely.

I blinked, shook my head, and concentrated on what he was saying. I stared into his dark, cold eyes.

"-so then I saw that the door was open so I went in to see who was in here. We don't usually come here until night." "Night." I repeated.

I guess he could hear the skepticism in my voice because he laughed again. "We have lights for this place."

"Oh. Sorry." I said apologetically. "I was looking for my sister. Have you seen her?"

He pointed out a door to my left. "I saw Bo take her over there. I thought he was kidnapping her!" he grinned.

I scowled at him. "Thanks." I mumbled and walked to the door. I could feel his icy gaze on my back, and I shivered.

I walked down a hall before I saw Amy and Bo sitting together. "Hey guys." I greeted them. "What's up?" Bo's wide eyes stared at me. "Are you really from America?" he asked. I nodded. "Whoa. Prosper and me, we came from England." He said proudly.

Amy looked at him adoringly. She had a sparkle in her eye. One I'd never seen before. But it looked a little familiar. She used to get a ghost of that sparkle whenever she talked about family. And brothers. I used to have two brothers. They'd disappeared one night, and whenever I told Amy about them, she would look up at me, and say that she knew we would find them.

Something clicked in my head, but it was whirling enough as it was, I couldn't sort it out now.

Bo's face grew serious. "Did your Daddy really hit you?" I nodded again unhappily.

He put his arms protectively around Amy, who was starting to cry. "It's ok, Amy. I won't let him hurt you."

"Th-thanks Bo." She sniffled. I hugged her tightly. She stopped crying long enough to ask me, "How long are we gonna stay here, Ashley?"

I was silent for a while, contemplating this question. "I'm not sure, Amy." I finally said.

"You can stay here forever!" Bo said, and changed the subject. I shook my head, smiling. That kid was really something.

I got up and left, Amy too wrapped up in her conversation with Bo to notice I was leaving.

I walked to the room with all the cots, and I took out my guitar out to tune it. Then I played a song that always made me think about my mom.

Everywhere by Michelle Branch

Turn it inside out so I can see

The part of you that's drifting over me

And when I wake you're, you're never there

And when I sleep you're, you're everywhere

You're everywhere

Just tell me how I got this far

Just tell me why you're here and who you are

'cause everytime I look

You're never there

And everytime I sleep

You're always there

'cause you're everything to me

And when I close my eyes it's you I see

You're everything I know

That makes me believe

I'm not alone

I'm not alone

I recognize the way you make me feel

It's hard to think that

You might not be real

I sense it now, the water's getting deep

I try to wash the pain away from me

Away from me

'cause you're everything to me

And when I close my eyes it's you I see

You're everything I know

That makes me believe

Im not alone

Im not alone

Im not alone

Whoa, oh, oooh, oh

As I sang the last note, I heard clapping and whistles from behind me. I whirled around, unable to believe that I'd had an audience. Everyone except Scip stood there, looking like they were going to explode from excitement.

Hornet ran forward. "Sbalorditivo! Allucinante!" she cried. "Amazing! Incredible! Why didn't you tell us you could sing like that?"

I fidgeted uncomfortably. "I-um…..don't really like singing in front of people. I get too nervous." That wasn't the whole truth, but at least it would keep them back and off of me for a while.

She smiled. "I don't know why you need to be nervous. You're fantastic." I blushed.

"E-excuse me." I raced out of the room, and ran blindly down the halls. I climbed the stairs, jumped the poles, and finally stopped at a door that said ROOF. I opened it, and walked out onto the concrete and to the rail.

I gasped at the site. I could see beautiful blue canals, with little boats in them. There were houses everywhere, the vibrant red roofs standing out in the setting sun. the sunset itself was gorgeous. It spread across the sky, bringing orange the color of fire, red like blood, and every color of the rainbow as the sun sank.

I stood there for a few moments with the wind blowing in my hair, tossing it in my face. Then I turned around and headed back downstairs.

I was happy. Happy because I had a place to stay with really nice teens, and I could tell they were trustworthy. And I was happy, because I'd just found my safe place. The place I could go to when I was hurt, sad, or just needed fresh air.

I smiled at Hornet as I passed her. "Sorry about earlier. I'm better now." She shook her head. "No, it's our fault. We don't want you to sing if it makes you feel uncomfortable." I sighed in relief. "Thanks."

As I stepped into the cot room, I noticed Amy's frail frame curled up. I approached her quietly, and covered her in a blanket. Her eyes opened slowly. She blinked, yawned and whispered "'Night, Ashley." I kissed her forehead. "'Night, sweetie."