[center][h3][b][i][color=f7976a]Annabelle Lafeyette[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[center]Annie's parent's house[/center]

Annie looked at Detective Ramirez and tried to remember. Did she even think to look at the lisence plate? Not even a little. [color=f7976a]"Uh...no. No, I don't know the liscence plate. Sorry. It was a nice car, though. Looked fancy. It was...silver, I think."[/color] She smooshed her hands against her cheeks in defeat. [color=f7976a]"Oh, my goodness. I really messed up. [/color]

But she perked up when Detective Gold mentioned a name. [color=f7976a]"That could be her! I guess. I don't mean to judge but she didn't look like she cared about the law that much. Also, she called me sweetie, even though I'm older than her."[/color] She said, crossing her arms.[color=f7976a] "Only by a year, I guess. But still."[/color] Annie said reluctantly and a little petulantly. Still, no one deserved to be kidnapped by some weirdo.

Annie was wondering if she should tell the police officers about the weird thing the man did with his hands. Made her see things. Familiar, disturbing things. Would they even believe her? It looked and sounded like magic. Memories from her childhood. And a letter from earlier today.

Gold and Ramirez would be able to see from the family pictures on the wall that Annie lived with two married older women. That meant she must be adopted, too, which is something that seemed to be going around a lot these days.