(The night before she lost Clarisse.)
Kleo: *opens the door to her sisters room* Sister, are you here?
Clarisse: Yes, I am.
Kleo: Do... Do you want to play with me?
Clarisse: No, not now sister, I am awful tired.
Kleo: Oh... Ok then. I will ask another time then.
Clarisse: Yes, please do, sister Kleo.
Kleo: *closes the door then goes to her room* ... Why, why is it that they either care about Alice, or Clarisse? *grabs a teddy bear and hold it like she's talking to it* Why am I always the one left out. Why?! *shakes the teddy*
???: *Males voice in Kleo's head* Because they cant see how special you are, Kleo.
Kleo: What?! Who is there?!
???: No one special, unlike you, my sweet girl. You are one to be admired.
Kleo: Thank you, kind sir, but who... Who are you?
???: .... I am... Yours.
Kleo: Your name is "Yours"? How differnt.
Yours: *chuckes* Yes, I shall agree to that. Now get some rest, My sweet.
Kleo: ...Alright, Yours. Good night.
Yours: Good night, my dearest.