No One's Pov.

Samantha was having another one of her nightmares. The same one she always has.

Samantha shot up and the air was tainted with the fragrance of oranges, but they smelled sour. She got up and went up to where she had smelt flowers. She assumed there was a way to get to the top. She found a redish door with a silver outline. Samantha guessed it was for Francis's and Joan's auras.

She went up and what she saw was beautiful. A bunch of plants. A few benches. And a painting on the ground. Of what she could make of it, it was a flower. She sneezed. Samantha went over to a chair and sat down. It was freezing out, but she didn't mind. 'The cold never bothered me anyway.' she thought.

Samantha went to a chair and sat. She breathed in the morning air and noticed some birds just getting up. After about an hour of trying to figure out where she was, she heard footsteps. They were just as heavy as the ones she had heard the night before. Perenelle. Then she heard another pair. Samantha pushed her hair behind her ear and focused. She was use to zeroing in on her senses. Samantha had always excellent senses all together. She picked up a small smell. Mint. Of course Nick would accompany his beloved wife. They were coming up the stairs. Samantha put her hair back in it's original placement and acted natural. Natural. What did that mean? She didn't know anymore.

Perenelle's Pov.

I was in dreamless sleep when I smelled it. Sour oranges. Only Marethyu and Samantha have gold auras and Marethyu would only be scared if there were snake around. There weren't any snakes anywhere near there. Samantha. I shot up, fully awake. What scared her? She seemed to be the type of girl who wasn't scared of much, just like how I was and am. Nick awoke as the bed shifted, though he didn't move. I shook his shoulder. "Huh?" he hummed.

"Smell," I commanded. I was getting a little worried. He mumbled 'oranges', then made the connection.

We went to the room where she stayed, but she wasn't in there. Then we heard her. Well, we heard her breathing. Well, I did. We heard it best at the door that led up to Joan's garden. I looked at Nick who shrugged. We walked up the stairs and saw Samantha sitting in a chair out here, doing nothing. We stood there for a moment.

"Are you going to come out, or just stand in the doorway?" she asked.

I smiled and stepped towards her just as cold breeze blew against my skin. I took a step back. "How can you stand that?" I questioned. Samantha looked at us, over her shoulder, with a smile on her face. She had a beautiful smile. "You should smile more often." She dipped her head in thanks.

Samantha turned to look out. "Where are we?" she asked. Right then, I realized we hadn't told her. We had just brought her here. Though, I just got my daughter back, and I wasn't about to help her leave.

No One's Pov.

"The USA is that way," she replied, pointing in the correct direction. Perenelle hoped she wasn't being helpful, but that wasn't the case.

Samantha figured out where she was and how to get back to the orphanage.

Perenelle took a step towards Samantha again. That's when she saw it. A mark. A mark in which could only be inflicted by a whip. Perenelle should know; she had a whip and knew how to use it. Perenelle wanted so badly to ask what had happened, but knew that asking directly wasn't going to work.

It wouldn't work on herself or Nick. Nick. She looked him and pointed to the mark. He got a small glimpse of it before she pulled her shirt back up because of a breeze. There was a look of shock on his face when he looked at Perenelle.

They walked out. "So, what's your story?" Perenelle wondered.

Samantha looked at the with a raised eyebrow. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes as though trying to figure them out and what they were up to. "You don't want to hear it," she decides, turning her attention away and back at the city.

"Yes, we do," Nick said.

Samantha looked at him out the corner of her eye. "It's just a sad story. Don't worry about it."

"We told you our story. Tell us yours," Perenelle persuades.

Samantha turns her attention to them. She looks them both in both of their eyes. "You really want to know?" They nodded. "Thirteen years is a long time to tell." They usher fore her to start. Samantha held her head up she sighed in defeat. She looked out at the city, but had a faraway look in her eyes. "I was raised in a huge city called San Francisco. I had a sister and two parents. I wasn't the most... well anything, but I didn't care. After a while, my parents started to drift apart. They eventually got a divorce and my mother got really cruel. She started beating me. I started getting used to the beatings and they didn't hurt as much. She found out and started beating me harder. Well, I wanted us to go to therapy to get help. It just ended badly. We, uh, got in a wreak. We were going back from therapy and mom and dad started arguing. My sister and I covered our ears and closed our eyes. No one saw the car. I opened my eyes to see if the fighting had stopped and saw it. It had pulled out in front straight in front if us. I yelled to my mom and she drove off the Golden Gate bridge. I, ah, pushed my sister out of the car and saw her look up confused as we hit the water. The car started sinking and I-I kicked the door off. I looked at my parents and they were struggling to get their seatbelts off. I tried to help, but my mom just pushed me away and gave me the hardest glare you would ever see. I tried to help my dad, b-but he was... he was gone. I swam up and an ambulance had come. I-I wanted to go back under to get my mom, but they-they wouldn't let me. I tried to tell them or at least go against their words and help, but they kept me re-restrained. I-I finally figured out why Destiny had looked confused. I made her hit her head and get amnesia. S-she asked me who I was at the hospital and I told her I was a friend of the family. We were both sent to an orphanage. The same one, in fact. I went in and out of homes. Eventually, I was sent to another orphanage because my current one didn't want a bad reputation. It was like that for quite a few years. I made two friends. They were alone too, but had each other. They had both lost the closest person in their lives. It was just the three of us for years, until the orphanage people caught me. We were still friends afterwards though. There was a quaint little bookshop that I had been eyeing. Joshua and Sofia had both tried to convince me there was no reason to go in there. I didn't see a reason not to, but did see a reason to. The first time I went in, I met Mr. Nick Fleming and Josh Newman. The second time, it was just Josh I saw. I met Dee shortly after. Then I got put into a new family. They moved us here to Paris and abandoned me. I have been in there ever since." Tears were leaking out of her eyes. Samantha stood up and wiped them away. While doing so, she muttered, "A waste of hydration." Samantha walked out for it was getting colder.