Disclaimer: I can't come up with original disclaimers. Suffice it to know I do not claim ownership to anything in this story. Ps, this is the only chapter where I'm using lyrics from the movie, don't worry.

It wasn't hard for Han to find the old Fujioka mansion at all. Even though it had been deserted, the outside seemed very well kept, as if someone wanted to preserve the memory of the family that once lived there.

She walked towards it, Pooka following close behind.

From afar, there was no way she could have seen that the windows were all boarded up. It barely tarnished the look of the entire mansion, though.

There was a gap at the bottom that Pooka wriggled through.

"Pooka," Han yelled after the puppy.

There was no choice. She pulled the boards off of the windows and went in after the puppy.

It seemed that she had entered the ballroom. It looked as if it had not been touched since the night that it was deserted.

"This place," she whispered to herself. "It's like a memory from a dream. It looks so familiar."

She looked around the ballroom, imagining a grand party.

Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.

Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...

Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...

Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...

And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December

Han began to dance around the ballroom as if people were still there.

Meanwhile, Tamaki and Kyouya were heading back to the mansion where they had their forgery. Both men were quite downhearted.

"Face it, Kyouya, we'll never find her," Tamaki shook his head. "We had the best actresses from around here, and not one of them could even resemble Haruhi."

"Don't lose faith, my friend," Kyouya said. "She's somewhere right under our noses, and when we show the matriarch that music box you found, she'll think we'll have the right one."

Tamaki smiled and nodded.

"Someone is inside," Kyouya suddenly said. They were right in front of the mansion.

"What?" Tamaki looked at his friend; a confused look was on his face.

"There were wooden planks on that window," Kyouya pointed to an open window.

The two friends ran inside and saw a girl dancing around.

"Hey, you!" Tamaki yelled at her. "What are you doing in here?"

The girl ran to the end of the ballroom only to be stopped at a wall that had a rather large tapestry of a family on it. It was the Fujioka family, no doubt.

Please don't be the police! Han thought frantically.

"Hey, wait, stop," Tamki said to her.

Han turned around.

"Now what are you doing in….here?" He stopped when he looked at her face. This girl had the same large, brown eyes. She had the same black hair. Though she looked a little older, there was no doubt that this girl looked very much like Haruhi Fujioka.

"Excuse me, Miss," Kyouya said, catching up to his friend.

"Kyouya, do you see what I see?" Tamaki asked.

"No," he answered. His glassed were on top of his head. Tamaki pulled them down for him. "Yes!" the black haired boy exclaimed.

"Are you Tamaki?" Han asked.

"That depends on who's asking," Tamaki said.

"My name is Han," she said. "I need travel papers. They say that you're the man to see even though I can't tell you who sent me."

"Hm," Tamaki said. He circled her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Han," he said. "It's just that you look a lot like…. Never mind. So you need traveling papers?"

"Yes," she said. "I want to go to Tokyo."

"You want to go to Tokyo," he looked at Kyouya who was currently trying to get Pooka away from him. "Now let me ask you, Han. Is there a last name that goes with that?"

"Well, I don't really know," she said. "I was found wandering around when I was eight years old."

"And, what happened before you were eight?" he asked.

"Look, I know it's weird, but I don't know. I have very few memories before that," she said.

"That's… perfect," the blond whispered to himself.

"Well, I do have one clue, and that's Tokyo," Han said, fingering her necklace. "So can you two help me or what?"

"Kyouya, the tickets," Tamaki said. Kyouya handed him the three train tickets that he had purchased to Tokyo. "Sure, we'd like to. In fact, we're going there ourselves. We have three tickets, but the last one is for her. Haruhi." He gestured to the girl in the tapestry.

Kyouya and Tamaki grabbed her arms.

"We are going to reunite Haruhi, the heiress to the Fujioka family, with her grandmother," Kyouya explained.

"You know, you do kind of resemble her," Tamaki said.

"You have the same eyes and the same hair," Kyouya said.

"You're the right age, the right physical type," Tamaki continued.

"So what are you saying that I'm Haruhi?" Han looked incredulous.

"All I am saying is that I have seen a lot of girls and not one of them looks like the heiress as much as you do," Tamaki said. "I mean, look at the portrait!"

They had taken her to another picture of the Fujioka family, and there was the young Haruhi, surrounded by her family, staring her right in the face.

"I knew you were crazy from the beginning," she said to Tamaki, "but now I think you are both mad."

"Why not?" the blond asked. "You don't remember what happened to you."

"No one knows what happened to her," Kyouya said.

"You're looking for family in Tokyo."

"And her only family is in Tokyo!"

"Have you ever thought of the possibility?" Tamaki looked at her with all the sincerity he could fake in his eyes.

"That I could be Haruhi?" Han asked.

The two shook their heads.

"Well, I don't know," she said. "It's hard to think of yourself like that when you're sleeping in a noisy orphanage, but sure. I guess every girl wishes that they were someone like here."

"And somewhere, one little girl is," Kyouya said, pointing at her.

"Well, I really wish we could help you out, Han," Tamaki said, "but like I said, the last ticket is for Haruhi."

The two friends started to walk away.

"Why didn't you tell her about our plan?" Kyouya whispered to his friend.

"All she wants is to go to Tokyo," Tamaki said. "And why give away a third of the reward money?"

Han picked up her puppy. She examined the picture more closely. Well, this girl could really be anyone, so why couldn't it be her?

"I'm telling you, we're walking away too soon," Kyouya said.

"Don't worry I have it all under control," the blond said. "Now walk a little slower.

For about half a minute, nothing happened. But then…

"Tamaki!" Han called. She ran to where they were. "Tamaki, wait!"

"I'm sorry, did you call me?" he asked. He had been expecting this.

"If I don't know who I am, then who's to say that I'm not a princess or an heiress or whatever she is, right?" she asked.

"Go on," Tamaki said.

"Right," she said. "And if I'm not Haruhi, the matriarch will surely know, and it's all just an honest mistake."

"But if you are Haruhi," Kyouya said, "then you'll finally know who you are and have your family back."

The offer was all too enticing for the girl to resist. Both friends had been anticipating that.

"That's true, either way, it gets you to Tokyo," Tamaki said.

"Right," she said happily.

She and Tamaki shook hands.