(The next day, after the loss of Clarisse and the Vow.)
Kleo: *sitting quietly in her room* ... Why is it always sister?
Yours: Because she is special in her own way.
Kleo: Yours, your here!
Yours: Yes, I see you have not forgoten me.
Kleo: How could I, Yours?
Yours: I guess I have made an impression apon you?
Kleo: Yes. Your have.... Yours, is there a way to see you?
Yours: There is. Look in the mirror.
Kleo: *gets up and walks to her mirror* Gasp! Is that you, Yours?
Yours: *his reflection is seen by her* Yes, this is I.
Kleo: Yours, your so... Young looking, like my Mama.
Yours: Yes, I die-... Stopped growing at 28.
Kleo: Thats amazing.
Yours: I supose, but now you must get your rest. Go to bed, my dearest young girl.
Kleo: *gets into her bed* Good night, Yours.... Sweet dreams... z.
Javert: Good night.... My daughter.
((Javert is his real name. XO))