Hey there X-philes! Novi, here! Just watched almost three episodes last night. :D One of my BFFs is the biggest X-phile you will ever see. Ever. She knows everything about this series and is helping me. I've only seen eight episodes, so sorry if I get the details wrong.

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Novi

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"So… this is my house. Not much to see, I guess," Alice said with an awkward shrug. She couldn't believe Fox had taken her up on her offer of a hangout session… at her house! After all, they'd only known each other for a week.

"Do you have any siblings?" Fox asked. His eyes seemed to smolder and blaze with an angry intensity when he said this. It was as if he'd be angry if Alice didn't have siblings. Heck, with a look like that it looked like he'd be angry even if she said she did have siblings.

"Um…" Alice mumbled, lost in his blazing brown eyes. "Er…" She shook her head to clear it, her cheeks growing hot with blush. "Um… yeah. I mean, yeah… I have siblings. A sister named Jamie and a brother named Henry. Jamie is way older than me. She's married and has a son. The son's name is Ian. He is pretty much my favorite person in the world." Except you, Alice thought. She quickly followed this up with: Oh, my God. What are you doing?! You're just rambling. Stupidstupidstupidstupidstup id-

"I have a sister," Fox said quietly. "Her name was… is… Samantha. Sometimes I used to call her Sammy."

"Used to?" Alice stammered, knowing where this was about to go.

"She… she was abducted-"

"By aliens?" Alice asked quickly.

"No," Fox said with a look that was one part amused, two parts annoyed, and three parts hopeful. "Aliens?" He gave her an unconvincing sneer. "Who believes in aliens? Not me. Do you? 'Cuz I don't."

"I… I don't know," Alice stuttered. She sat down on her couch, patting the cushion next to her for Fox to sit down on. He sat next to her and sighed heavily before going on.

"She was abducted by a predator. They called him the Playground Man. They still haven't found her, Alice. But… I know she's alive!"

Alice's eyes widened. "Well that's a lot to take in," she choked out. "Do you tell every girl you've known for a week this sorta stuff?"

Fox ignored her, staring with scary intensity at her coffee table. "They say that the Playground Man hangs out on playgrounds, waiting for kids who wonder too far from their parents." He paused, his eyes filled with horrible knowing and guilt. "Or big brothers."

Alice's breath caught in her throat. She looked at Fox, and Fox looked at her. "You don't mean…" she said.

"Yeah. I took Samantha to the playground one day when she was eight. I was twelve. It was only two years ago but sometimes it feels like I'm an adult or something and she was taken sixty years ago."

"Really," Alice deadpanned. This wish was stupid. Now I have to deal with his post-sister-kidnapping angst.

"Really," confirmed Fox. "I was playing my video game, and I didn't look up once. When it had been about thirty minutes, I called her… but she wasn't there. She wasn't anywhere."

"Oh," Alice murmured. She immediately felt bad about her wry thoughts. Even though he had come here by a wish, he was still a person. And he had still lost his little sister. "I'm sorry, Fox. That must be horrible."

Fox shook his head suddenly, the scary smoldering of his eyes gone. "What did I just say? I'm sorry, Alice! Yeesh. You didn't need to know any of that."

"It's okay."

"Let me ask you one thing, though."

"Alright."

"Why aliens?"

Alice's face flushed. "I once heard somewhere about a similar story. But the, er… guy insisted that his little sister was taken by aliens."

"What was the guy's name?"

CRAP. "Um… Frank Moldy." What did I just say?!

"Weird name."

"Yeah."