After that heart retching story it was no surprise the woman was moved- she was about as flighty as a bird but having someone else on their side could only approve the tension. Her tone pleading, her hands grasped before as she tried for his favor: “Please young Finnegan. Please give her a chance, she is so sincere.” This wasn’t going as smoothly as Devon imagined it would be at least they were making some progress and there had to be some part of Finnegan that still wished to see his sister again. Or they would already have been kicked out of here. He had to praise Ana for the details- the names gave the story a personal touch. Where was all this great material coming from? “Just look at that face.” Finnegan did finally look and if this was an honest reunion Devon thought he’d feel quite moved- actually he did a little bit despite the lie. Seeing the both of them face to face only brought their similarities into clarity. There was likeness in their eyes. It was unusual. He had thought she had looked a lot like Anastia but he hadn’t realized how much. Wow. “So, are you going to give her chance?” “Because you are all so insistent.” Finn offered with reluctance perhaps to reluctant to hope again but he was really looking at Ana now and couldn‘t deny that this was how he imagined his little sister would look older. “Yes but I need to look into this. You two are both welcome to stay in the manor in the meantime. Elizabeth will show you to your rooms. Then you are free to explore the grounds.”

Anna wasn't sure if Finnegan was going to give her a chance. It was iffy with how sure he seemed to be in giving up his search for his sister. But, it seemed the three of them together was able to convince him to at least give her a chance. He finally said he was going to look into it and in the man time she and Devon were welcome to say there. Well, it was a good thing she had been telling the truth after all. If he was looking into everything she had said then he would easily see she was telling the truth. She nodded to him and smiled slightly, "Thank you." She stated and then soon she and Devon were before shuffled off by the old room to whatever rooms they would be staying in. As she walked behind the woman, going up the stairs, she glanced down the staircase to look at Finnegan for a moment. Looking at him when he had first come in, and even now, she had to admit there were many similar details between she and him. Same blue eyes. Same golden blonde hair. Maybe there was something to this. She supposed they would just have to wait until later to find out for certain. Once she was lead to the room she would be staying in, she walked in, looking around, "Wow...its so big." She didn't know what to do with herself. She wasn't used to living in such a pampered way. Sitting on the bed and being alone while the woman showed Devon his room left her wondering just what she should do. At her side, her bag began to move, reminding her that she had put Pooka in there before the maid had answered the door. Smiling she pulled the pup out of her bag and set him down, watching and laughing as he ran around the room excitedly, yapping all the while. Even he was more comfortable here than at Mrs. Graven's.That was a good thing she supposed. Standing up, heard a knock on the door and turned to the pup, "Pooka. Shhh!" Walking over she cracked the door to speak to the woman and the little dog, in his excitement ran right out from under Anna and the maid, down the stairs to go explore it seemed, "Pooka!" She said and made her way out of the room, chasing the small dog to try and get a hold of him. Then, much to her worry, the pup, rounding a corner, ran smack into non other than Finnegan's leg. She skidded a stop, tensing and looking at the young man nervously, "I....um....sorry. My dog....I guess I should have told you I had a dog, was in my bag when I came in...and he just gets really excited....I'm really really really sorry." Bending down, the little dog finally made his way over to Anna and she scooped him up, taking a few steps back, "Are you...mad?"

It was a matter of requesting confidential records once he had contacted the hospital in question. It was a bit of a stretch- many years back on a night of numerous cases, asking about one nameless girl with a head injury. Why had no one made a connection though? His sister had been a distinctive little girl and their family was really well known. Even if not in the best light at that instant. He was certain he told the authorities what happened. It only made sense that they would check in with the hospitals. That should have been the first thing they did. He wanted to have more trust in them but that was before their family’s name had been cleared. So now here he was, nothing to do but wait for a call back. Anatasia. The chances were so slim for her to show up now… after all these years. As far as his musing may have gotten it stopped there as something bumped into his leg. No sooner than he managed to get over his surprise the little dog had been scooped up. He shook his head. “I’m not…” He wasn’t sure he liked her reaction. It was really such a small thing. He started again “I’m not mad.” He smiled wanly. “I don’t mind. I would have extended my invite to him as well, had I known.” Given her defense of posture he didn’t get any closer to the dog or the girl. “You know if you would like, we can take your dog down to the garden. Surely it’s preferable to… what do you say? Being coped up in your bag?” He recalled.

Anna frowned slightly as she held onto Pooka, "Yeah. He's kin of used to that though. At my foster home, Mrs. Graven....well...she didn't like us going out a lot so I would sometimes...sneak out?" Man, did that sound bad on her part. She was probably sounding like some sort of street rat rebel, "I would have to sneak out of the second story window and so to keep him safe I would put him in my bag on the way down. He actually kind of like it sometimes. I used to catch him crawling into it and taking naps in it sometimes. I guess it must be a nice bed for him?" She averted her gaze. Why was it so hard to just act natural? Maybe it was the fact sh just had a feeling he really didn't want her there? Either way, it was a tense feeling that she didn't like. She looked back to him and nodded, "Going to the garden sounds nice." Very slowly Anna followed the prince to lead her outside, where indeed there was a very beautiful fenced garden with a lot of pathways. She carefully set the small mutt down, watching as h began to run around and yap his little barks. She laughed softly at this, shaking her head slightly, "H's not used to be off a leash outside of Mrs. Graven's home. I'm sure he's pretty happy to get to actually run around for once." Pausing, Anna looked over to him, an unsure look on her face, "How many people have come here? Claiming to be your sister? It must have been a lot for you to be so....reluctant in giving another person a chance?" She shook her head and looked back to watch Pooka running around, "But, then again, I suppose if I was in your shoes would be that way too. Losing a family is trying enough without having others make it worse like that." Sitting on one of the garden benches she sighed, "I'm truly sorry if me being here causes you pain like that. I didn't want that to happen. I guess I just....wanted to know where my family was. And this is the only lead I've gotten my whole life. Well, at least since I was six anyway..." She smiled again as Pooka ran up to her and jumped in her lap. Anna ruffled his fur playfully giggling, "Well, I guess I could consider Pooka family. After all, he's always there for me when I need him and he's just so darn cute."

It could just be another sob story but he couldn’t think about looking for holes in it when her tone spoke of sincerity. He was certain he was some sort of fool these days. To keep letting himself be lead on like this. To feel bad for a potential imposter whose past may only be something fabricated to stir sympathy in him. He didn’t know why he offered to take her down to the garden. His sister and him use to spend many hours out here and it almost felt like betrayal to invite her in Anatasia’s place but it had been spur of the moment. He just hadn’t thought… “It was enough. They knew they weren’t my sister and yet they intentionally tried to fool me into believing otherwise.” It was heartless. It had never been for his benefit but their own. His sister couldn’t be like that. He hoped where ever she was she was raised better than that. He finally sat down on the bench as well as Pooka leapt into Anna’s lap. “I lost my whole family that night and to have lost Anatasia as well… I felt like I had failed them.” He shouldn’t be sharing this with her- even if her act seemed real. He shouldn’t give her any angles she could use to get closer. “If a nameless girl had appeared in the hospital that night- I would have thought the authorities would inform me. It is upsetting to think if this is a case that they marked if off as nothing. With holding the information from me for one reason or another.” Assuring him that they were doing everything in their power to sort this out and find his sister. To he far there was so much chaos following that night that their hands must have been pretty full. There was theft and assault and petty crimes. All to deal with after the fact. Not to mention clearing their name. “I assumed they would have looked into at one point. Even if not immediately. I had trusted them to get back to me on the matter.”

"I lot f people got hurt, even killed that night. Who know how many cases there might have been like mine? There might be a few girls who suffered from amnesia, not just me. Maybe they just though there was too many of us to really be able to contact you about. Or maybe even if I was the only one with amnesia it just slipped their minds after so long. I mean, you didn't come out of hiding for at least a few months, right?" How many people were there like her? Were there more people out there who had lost their memories of that night? Or was it really just her? She wasn't sure, but sitting here in this garden, it just felt right. Like she was supposed to be here. Which was strange. This had started out as her just trying to get into her college. But, after she had been thinking about it, even before coming to see this man, she wanted a family more than that. She wanted to belong somewhere.

And, what if she belonged here? What if she really was Anastasia? There was a chance she might be. But they wouldn't know until they checked her background, and after that, if Finnegan suspected she might be his sister, they would still have to do a DNA test to finally prove it to be true or false. And who knew how long that would take?

Sighing, she stood up as Pooka began running around the garden again, and she herself moved to look at all the different flowers, stopping a for a moment to crouch down and look at a certain type of flower a bright smile on her face, "Oh wow. These are so pretty. They're , right? They're my favorites. I tried making a whole garden of them one time, but I was horrible at gardening," More like Mrs. Graven had gotten mad at her and destroyed her garden after she had worked so many days on it, "they all died. But I still used to love to buy them from flower shops just to put in my room." She stood up straight again and smiled back at him, "Which flower here is your favorite?" She asked, trying to lighten his spirits after such heavy talk.