So We Meet Again...

[Alix Taylor]

Well, with exams keeping me cooped up at a table, my mind cannot help but wander at times...

"So, it looks like Route 9 is our best bet. the father from Farr Town, the better," Alix said, fumbling the crusty folded map in between her hands, attempting to smooth it out to make the faded ink more legible. Turning it this way and that, she finally straightened the paper out, prodding the paper where they intended to go. "Professor Elm should be able to help us out," she said, casting a glance to her pokemon, whom were not contained by the pokeballs that sat unused in her belt. Only Mikey and her temporary-stolen pokemon were contained. Mikey due to the fact that he had recently misbehaved. The other was held back for protection, as he was still as frightened and upset as he was when she freed him. Well, he was improving, but he needed medical treatment, and she only trusted Elm with that.

Maggie and Chimchar gazed at Alix with silent nods. The trip was quite fatiguing. It showed in all of them. Mainly Alix and Chimchar though. Dark circles etched under her eyes, as pink splotched the whites behind her irises. Looking paler than normal, she and Chimchar mirrored the same amount of fatigue. Why?

...Because they were on the run.

When stumbling into Farr Town, she and her team came across a Rocket Hideout. Infiltrating it, she, Maggie, and Chimchar were able to obtain valuable information (one reason why she was in such a hurry to relay it to Elm). Secondly, she stumbled across a Pokemon Test lab, where she was mortified. She stumbled across a DNA modification, grusome test lab where countless pokemon subjects were exposed to different experimental variables that often caused defects, injury, and usually death.

Doing what she could, she broke as many cages as possible before being discovered. Aiding their escape, Chimchar blasted a hole in the wall, allowing most to easily escape. Though, she picked up one that could not escape due to the horrid things that Team Rocket had forced upon him. Experiment 437, Subject ATR159. And now he was permanently injured for the sake of some stupid idiot that wanted to develop a technique at a increased rate.

"Hop on my shoulders guys, we can't stay here. We gotta... keep moving," the girl stated, reaching forth and allowing both pokemon passage up her arms to settle in their regular posts on top of her shoulders. Though, Chimchar shook his head, deciding to walk on his own. Maggie gave in and clambered up Alix's limb. Her regular grace and fluid motions were slack and out-of-place, due to the lack of sleep and overexertion.

Alix continued her stride, attempting to walk at a quick pace, but she soon stopped and turned. Chimchar seemed reluctant to go. His steely eyes were locked behind the group, centered at the bushes that lined the rugged traill. He did not move, but his tension was visible.

"Chimchar?" the female asked, glancing at the bush-line to see if he had in fact spotted someone. Perhaps the Rocket group had caught up to them, despite their efforts to flee the area. Slowly, the imp peeled his gaze from the leafy canvas. Skirting over to Alix, she sighed, before turning to carry on. She hadn't taken two steps before a voice sounded.

"Hello Alix..."

Frozen, the girl managed to allow herself to rotate. Slowly and fearfully, she wished she hadn't heard that. No... No. NO! She knew that voice. She... could never forget that voice. That voice that simply didn't match the tone, or the uniform, or the class. Staring ahead with empty lost eyes, she witness the one and only Tray Waters.

"I haven't seen you in quite some time. I'm a little disappointed though. No 'hi Tray'?" he said. A smile appeared over his lips, but the gesture was meaningless and didn't distract the female from the sharpness in his tongue or the cold in his eyes.

Alix retreated a step back, hand involuntarily clenching on her shoulder strap, which held up her bag, which in turn contained what Tray was looking for. She knew it. Either he would take him and leave, or capture Alix as well. She had valuable information that would indeed expose the Rockets, which was probably not what they were intending.

The man sighed, a hand retracting to his waste. "Still not talking eh? Well, you must know why I'm here. If you be a good girl, you'll hand over that pokemon that you stole. Then you can go free without consequence," he bribed, suggesting that there was in fact a part behind it, other than the stolen pokemon.

Alix had no words to reply, as her throat was tight and shock still rattled her brain. She was still trying to comprehend the fact that Tray, one of the people whom she trusted, was a Rocket. Was he always this way? When had this happened? Was everything... a lie? Chimchar rumbled, a growl sounding from deep within him. Though he was not exceptional large, he was just as intimidating. Baring his fangs, he narrowed his eyes, a hatred-filled glare settling on the Rocket.

"Oh? You'll battle me? Don't you remember the last battle we had my little 'imp of a chimp'?" Tray sneered, causing Chimchar's ears to flatten. Though, his snarling only increased in volume. Tray reached for his belt. This was where she and Chimchar snatched the opportunity.

They both turned, springing back and launching themselves at an incredibly fast rate. Down the path. Fleeing. Running. The only way to save the pokemon... that she had taken... was to get him away from Tray and to Professor Elm. No matter what.

[Alix Taylor]

"Silly girl. You can run but you can't hide!"

The girl's step did not falter. If anything, she attempted to accelerate in her already all-out power sprint. She wanted to put some distance in between herself and that Rocket, Tray. Even just a bit... is she could stay off into the woods, she might lose him. Then she could have her pokemon recoup in a town before being confronted by Tray again.

But she'd have to get away from Tray first, which would be no easy task. In her uncoordinated run, she waved Chimchar over. He dashed closer to her, as she began to quickly relay a plan. "Maggie and I will go Southwest. Can you lead T-"

Cut off by the thundering of heavy paws, she looked back just in time to veer to the side. A legendary dog-like figurine rushed by, grazing the girl's side. This attack, the tail end of Extreme Speed, send Alix tumbling to the ground, coughing and clawing her hands in the ground in an attempt to suck the air back into her lungs.

"Char!" her pokemon cried, rushing over. Maggie pried herself from the bushes (where she landed from being jarred from Alix's shoulder). She had certainly taken the lighter landing. With a scared squeak, she rushed to Alix's side, tugging at the girl's hand in an attempt to pull her up.

Alix hissed, trying to overcome getting the 'wind knocked out' of her, as she sat up, trying to suck in air. Furiously shoved her hand into her bag, she tugged it free. In her palm was a pokeball. A pokeball that contained a stolen, crippled pokemon.

"Maggie," the girl whispered, tone as frail of that as an old lady. "Take this to Elm. Please, we'll hold Tray back, but you need to make it. If you encounter issues, Audrey Pnevma, Serenity Song, and Kitsumaru Amane are all people you can trust. Now please hurry," she pleaded, shrinking the ball down to that of smaller proportions. Maggie blinked, also realizing that Alix was removing Maggie from this battle to keep her safe.

The snubbull nodded, taking the ball and placing it in her mandibles. Snapping her mouth closed, she hide the smuggled ball and dashed into the cover of the treeline, just as Tray and his Arcanine returned for a second attack.

Not caught off guard this time, both the female and her monkey companion flung themselves out of harm's way, narrowly missing another Extreme Speed. "I don't like hitting girls, but I'm on orders. C'mon. I'm lazy. Make my job easy and just give it to me," he stated, extending a hand that would accept the pokeball. Little did he realize that Maggie had taken it in a mad dash Southwest, towards Elm's Cabin.

Which meant that he thought that Alix still had it. Which meant, she needed to buy Maggie time. Stalling, she decided to speak back to him. "Why should I?! You're part of Team Rocket! They tortured him! I had to get him out of there!" She shouted, glaring at Tray and feeling the loathing feeling seethe inside her.

"You've thrown a wrench into our plans for it. The project is in development, and is currently stalled because you hold our test specimen. I don't control experiments, so don't yell at me" he replied with a nonchalant shrug. How he could be so... cool with this whole thing made Alix's blood boil.

"It's torture! And you serve under the same name! Why?! Why did you join Team Rocket!?" she shot, hands curling into small tight fists. Beside her, Chimchar seemed to broil, as his tail flames increased as his rage did.

"That's my business, not yours. Now, I've asked nicely. Hand it over."

"No."

The male sighed, and Alix thought she saw a hint of his old self, before it quickly transformed into the same coldness that he had displayed this entire encounter. "....You were always stubborn. Arcanine, Fire Blast."

[Alix Taylor]

Hitting the ground hard, the female had dropped lie a rock. Fortunately, she avoided the impending attack, but that did not mean that her arms were not kissed by the intense heat. No, she could simply feel her skin under her shirt flush. Perhaps she had been burned. If so, that hadn't happened in a while. Not for years...

Chimchar too, evaded the blow. Heh, spending three months in the bitter cold, isolated in the mountains had done something. If Tray believed that they were the same girl and same Chimchar, he would definitely meet his own demise. They had changed. That was certain. Though, the real question was, were they now strong enough?

"Hmph, still speedy. But Arcanine is much faster than Poliwrath. Extreme Speed." The male slid from the Arcanine's side. No later did the fire dog press forward, enveloped in white as it became a speedy blur.

Alix and Chimchar were separated by the last attack, so it was only realistic that Arcanine was targeting Chimchar. Though, in the eyes of Alix, she would have been the easier target to land an attack on.

Again, training for three months hadn't done nothing. Lofting himself up and over with his arms, he vaulted into the air, as Arcanine soared under him, white light streaking behind her. Chimchar landed gracefully, smirking with a dark smugness in his eyes at Tray, whom seemed startled. His eyes were awestruck, as he really hadn't expected such an odd dodge, or even a dodge at all. Though, the look remained for mere seconds, replaced by one filled with icy hardness and displeasure.

"Crush him with Crunch."

Flashing its long, sharp fangs, the large pokemon lunged forward, snapping and snarling as it attempted literally, snapp the monkey in two.

"Chimchar, dodge!" Alix said simply, not calling for any attacks. Not yet. They were stalling. So hopefully Chimchar could evade Arcanine. At least long enough to give Maggie a good start.

The monkey pokemon reared back, curling to rocket back in a fluid transaction of multiple handstands, attempting to put distance between the two. Though, Arcanine as a species was much faster than regular Chimchars. Key word, regular.

The gap closed at a slow but uniform rate, as even with Chimchar's speed he could not outmaneuver a pokemon such as Arcanine. So when it came close, he dug underground, avoiding the dog yet again.

"Scared of me Alix? Scared of the big bad wolf?" he teased, turning to break into a dash for the girl. Surprise flashed in her eyes, as she had just sealed her own escape. Chimchar was now occupied. Probably Tray's intent. And now that Chimchar was hidden underground, Tray was probably going to force Alix to give up her prize.

Eyes hardening, she made a swift turn, running for the cover in the trees. Tray may have been fast and in control of many pokemon, but he would have difficulties finding her in the woods. At least, that's what she had thought...

"Oh no you don't! Arcanine, Flamethrower!" he uttered, pure content lifting the words that he spoke. The dog looked up from the hole, before spewing hot red flames forth. They grazed and set the lush forest into a pyre, which quickly eliminated Alix's escape route. Skidding to an immediate stop, she felt the intense wave of heat flare up. The hot air made her skin prickle uncomfortably. And she was used to the heat. Now it felt as if she were locked within a sauna, where the thermostat couldn't be adjusted.

"Give it to me."

Turning, the female glanced back. Tray stood by her only way out, blocking any escape. Well, it wasn't impossible for her to flee. But it would involve being heavily burned. After all, running through a wall of flames would not result without consequence.

Reluctantly, the girl let her hand drop to her bag, where she reached inside. fingers soon brushing again the smooth surface of the red and white orb, she hesitated. "Why?"

"I told you. I'm on orders. Now hurry up, I'm in a rush," he said impatiently, beginning to step forward. Alix followed suit, eyes guarded and reluctant. She stiffly pulled the pokeball out, fingers clenched tightly around it, not ready to give it up. tray was now mere feet from her. "While I'm young," he shot, thrusting his open palm forward greedily.

"I'm...." the girl started, eyes locked to the ground. Her whole body seemed to tremble, giving the appearance that she was crying. Her head tipped down, covering her eyes with the ebony black hat that sat upon her head. "I'm..." she repeated, causing Tray to lose his edge and flick his head to the side in question.

"I'm not done yet!" she said, shooting forward, recklessly bumping into Tray's side. The action had completely caught him off guard, as she did the unexpected. Attempting to grab her arm or article of clothing, he was left empty handed, as she had propelled by him, jarring him and rattling his reflexes.

"Mike I need you!" she said, snapping open the ball that was in her palm. No, she had sent the stolen pokemon away with Maggie. She had purposely taken Mikey out so that she could release him from the orb quicker. That and totally catch Tray off guard. With a brilliant flash of light, a new pokemon stood between the enraged Tray and Alix.

"Wartortle!"

[Alix Taylor]

Alix kept back, as she now had a second line of defense. Or, hopefully something that would keep Tray away from her. Shuttering as she rubbed her hands over her arms, as if to warm herself. Really she was just trying to get that uncomfortable heat to rub off.

"...So, you evolved him," Tray said, after getting over that first wave of surprise. The hard-pressed look returned, as his cruel eyes narrowed. "Did you like my present sweetheart?" he sneered, waggling his eyebrows as if to tease. Though, no joy radiated from either of the two.

"Tort?" Mikey said, glancing over his shoulder to Alix. Her face wasn't as composed as Tray's. She was staring at the ground, hard. Her teeth were embedded in her lips, as she looked like she was holding back tears. The Wartortle was compelled to go to her side and comfort her by making some joke or doing something stupid to make her laugh, but it seemed as if now was not the time.

"You know, you're making this harder than it has to be. Just say that you put up a fight. In the end, I'll get it anyways, regardless if you fight it or not. You can't deny that."

Alix's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Could she really compare? In total, Tray had to have had more pokemon that she, especially considering that Maggie and the stolen pokemon were gone. But she wouldn't give up hope. They weren't here to win. They were here to stall.

"...If you hadn't joined Team Rocket, this wouldn't have to be..." she said, staring at the ground in front of her. Tray was taken back slightly by the remark, but he immediately rebounded back.

"If you hadn't rubbed your nose in other's affairs, this wouldn't have to be," he shot, making Alix blinking back, eyes filled with hurt.

"I'm tired of these games. You bother me," he said, glancing down as he tugged a pokeball from his belt. "Finish this quickly," he uttered, tossing the ball up. At the peak of his throw, it snapped open. Seconds later, a body thundered on the ground, its long tail curling back and forth. A Raichu...

[Alix Taylor]

You bother me....

She shouldn't have cared. Why should she? This was the same jerk that attempted to hurt her and her friends. The same jerk that ran off and joined team rocket. The same jerk that was attacking her right now. So... why did his tongue inflict a greater wound than any of his previous attacks?

Shaken, she tossed her head back and forth in denial, hurt. No, she had to stall. She couldn't be pitiful here. It would only lead to defeat quicker. She... had to stall. She had to. No if, ands, or buts.

"Raiii...." the creature before her uttered. She snapped her gaze up, before surging it back to Mikey.

"Run Mike!" she said quickly. After receiving a quick nod, he took off, dashing to the right. When confronted by the female Arcanine, he spit a blast of water in her face, rendering her temporarily blinded and left behind. "Use Rain Dance buddy!" she called quick, as he nodded, bouncing further into the distance with a fluid spinning motion. Water droplets began to seep from the sky. One would think, 'what a stupid move' but Alix wasn't aiming for victory. She was erasing Maggie's scent and tracks, so that Arcanine wouldn't find her.

"Raichu, aim at the girl," Tray said, glancing at Alix up out of the corner of his eye with a ominous smirk. Alix retreated a step, fear flashing across her eyes. Like the rabbit before the wolf.

The orange creature retracted to four limbs, swaying its long tail back and forth as sparks flared around its pudgy cheeks. Inhaling a sharp breath, the girl turned, knowing she'd never escape an electric attack. In a desperate attempt, she lurched towards the flames, hoping that if she threw herself through them, the electric rodent would not pursue.

Though she was slow, at least in comparison to a pokemon. Sparks cracked behind her, and she swerved to cast a look back, to see if she really was done. And, who would guess. She was.

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Thunder cackled above, as the pink dog pokemon lay unconscious on the water-sodden ground. Slowly reopening her baby blue eyes she glanced around. A small, ping-pong sized ball lay in front of her jowls. She must have collapsed after her seemingly long jaunt. She stiffly rose, shaking her soaked head back and forth, scattering droplets in the numerous puddles. But the effort was meaningless. The rain soon resoaked her body, as if she had never made any attempt to dry off.

She gazed around, eyes searching the landscape in a frantic search for Alix and her other comrades. The snubbull had ran for what seemed like hours until she collapsed with exhaustion under this here tree. She had hoped to be shaken awake by her female trainer, but there was no sign of humans anywhere. Standing, she gazed around, eyes brimmed with sadness. Popping the ball back into her mouth, she returned to four paws, taking off into the rain. She had to do what Alix's last request was; take the ball to professor Elm.

[Alix Taylor]

Mud splashed as paws strided along. Brown stained pink as lightning flashed and violent rain and wind tore at the forest. Thunder boomed ahead as the small pokemon continued to run. She didn't stop to rest, despite the ache of her paws or the shiver down her spine. She was cold. She was in pain. She was upset beyond belief. But she wasn't stopping.

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"Halo, you be good now!" a female voice sounded as an Eevee bounded across the floor, swishing her furry tail back and forth.

"Pwi!" the creature replied, tilting her head to the side. The ribbon round her neck swayed back and forth as she playful bounced across the floor, spinning and twirling. It was as if she were practicing for a little contest.

The blond smiled, her beauty rising as her brilliant blue eyes danced in their sockets. Toying with a lock of pretty blond hair, she pulled out a brush, calling Halo over so she could groom her. The two were residing at the Ample Town Pokecenter, waiting out the nasty rain that had broke out. The blond had never liked the rain. It made everything mucky and wet. And she didn't wish to travel in this gale.

When looking out the glass entranceway, she saw something. A figure moving out in this weather. Squinting, the blond stood and walked over to inspect whatever was out there. She leaned against the glass pane, cupping her hands around her face so she could see without the glare.

A small pokemon so covered in grim that Serenity could not identify it, was staggering past. The blond gasped in sadness, expression drooping. The poor thing... The figure then collapsed with a splash, not moving after it fell.

"Oh my!" the female said as she turned to grab an umbrella from the rack. Plucking one from case, she popped it open and dashed outside. Halo bounded at her side, shielded from the downpour by the large umbrella.

Reaching the creature, the blond shifted the umbrella from her hand and pressed it to her side with her arm. She then picked up the muddy, fallen pokemon with her hands. Racing back inside, she put the umbrella away and strided over to the desk. With a quick explanation, the pokemon was taken away into the back for emergency treatment.

The beauty went off to wash her hands, as they were covered in mud and grim. The eevee followed at her side, her red ribbon untouched and as dry as it had been before.

"Pwi?"

"I don't know Halo, but I hope that pokemon will be ok. I wonder what it was doing out in this weather..." the blond said, turning off the taps and drying her soft peachy hands. She turned to head to the back to check on its status. She took a seat on the hard bench, waiting for the Emergency Red light to shut off.

[Alix Taylor]

The red light clicked off, the pretty hue disappearing from the wall that supported the electrical structure. Serenity stood slowly, allowing herself to stretch and yawn momentarily as she waited for the Nurse to exit. She had been waiting her for a bit over an hour. Anticipation gnawed at her stomach. Was this pokemon ok? What was it? Where did it come from?The faint tapping of soft shoes could be heard just as the wide blockade of doors opened. The pretty, fair haired nurse smiled, her pink locks swishing gently. "Are you waiting for Maggie?" the lady said, though this statement confused the blond.

"Who's Maggie?" Serenity asked, two azure orbs shining in perplexity. Her companion, lacking attention, brushed against the blonde's leg, letting out a small cry. Serenity instantly plucked the brown creature from the ground, clutching Halo in between her pale arms.

"I'm not sure. The old collar around her neck had the words embroidered on it," the female replying, waving her wrist in a circular motion to call the blonde into the room. The latter nodded, briskly strutting forward and entering the white room beyond the doors of waiting.

A small pink creature laid flat on the bed, connected to a monitor which regulated and recorded the pokemon's life signs and body functions. A torn and tattered collar encased the pokemon's neck, looking to be very old. The faint gold lettering was dull and lifeless, despite being cleaned. 'Maggie.'

"So, this pokemon had an owner, correct?" Serenity asked, peering at the creature and scanning its limp form. Now that it had been stripped of the mud and grim, she could easily identify the pokemon type, regardless if she had a pokedex or not. She had a snubbull of her own.

"…Again, I'm not sure. I remember hearing of a stray Snubbull a ways back…" the nurse mumbled, checking a clipboard that was loaded with pages of unrecognizable doctor's code. "That would explain why it is out in this gale."

"But, if it has a collar and ribbons, doesn't that mean that someone owns it?" Serenity asked, peering back to the unconscious Snubbull. If a pokemon wore accessories such as those, then wouldn't someone be tending to it? Someone like herself? A coordinator perhaps?

"Not necessarily. If you look, those articles are very, very old. Pokemon are abandoned daily. And I doubt any trainer that would dress its pokemon as such would leave it out in the rain. Especially in a storm like this."

Serenity knew that Joy's words were quite plausible. From the entire wait that she had stayed, not one person or phone call came in to ask about a Snubbull. The chances of this pokemon being owned were growing slimmer and slimmer, and the possibility that it was abandoned rose with each passing minute.

Serenity's attention was diverted as she saw a flicker of movement. Glancing back to the thought-to-be-unconscious pokemon, she noticed its eyelids waver as it slowly began to stir. She smiled, pleased that the pokemon was now awake and wished to ask it if it was in fact without a proper trainer. Had worst come to worst, she'd find a better trainer for it. The last couldn't have been that admirable if it did indeed left the pink Fairy pokemon 'outside without a doghouse.'

Drowsily, the dog pokemon moved slowly and sporadically, as if waking from an eternal slumber. Then it hit her. Maggie skyrocketed up, scaring the pants out of most people watching. Maggie panicked, tearing the cords attached to her and dashed for the closed door.

She collapsed before she got there. Serenity hesitated, before cautiously waltzing over to the dangerous creature. "Ma'am! Stay away! That pokemon is in a panic stage! You'll get hurt!"

"Hi Maggie. I'm glad to see that you're awake," said the pretty blonde, catching the Fairy pokemon's attention. Maggie blinked, hesitating to decide on her next action. The blonde spoke again. "My name is Serenity Song and this is Halo. We're here to help you. We took you here when you collapsed."

Now this caught the snubbull's attention. Without words, Maggie flattened her two pairs of ears, staring at the gorgeous blonde with two baby blue eyes. 'If you encounter issues, Audrey Pnevma, Serenity Song, and Kitsumaru Amane are all people you can trust. Now please hurry!'


Maggie hesitated again, but did not doubt Alix's advice. Opening her clenched jaws, she released the red and white orb that she had stowed in her mouth. Serenity reached for it, but Maggie pulled it back into her clutches. She wasn't told to bring this pokeball to Serenity Song. She was told to bring this orb to Professor Elm. And…this blond ,with her alluring beauty, charm, and even scent. She reminded Maggie of the trainer that abandoned her.

"It's ok Maggie…" Serenity said, believing that the pokeball was Maggie's and she had either run away or been left. Probably the latter statement. And believing so, she felt terrible pity for the misfortunate creature. "Do you have an owner?" she asked, receiving a nod from Maggie. She wasn't sure of any methods that she could use to communicate Alix's name to the female, so she attempted some gestures that only confused the blond further. "Um… A hat?" Serenity guessed, receiving an exuberant nod from the Fairy pokemon.

Before the next action, a Nurse entered. "Miss? It seems that someone is here looking for a Snubbull. Can you take her out?" the nurse asked kindly, knowing the bond that had somewhat forged between the two. Maggie, understanding the statement, leaped with eccentric joy. She snapped the pokeball back into the secure region of her oral cavity and rose to her peach colored feet. Dashing past the pink haired lady, Serenity hot on her heels (as Serenity intended to give this trainer a scolding for leaning Maggie out in the rain). Maggie was delighted in her sprint. Alix had come! Alix was ok and coming to get her! She wouldn't be alone anymore!

This ended when Maggie jammed on her breaks, stopping in a near instant. The pokemon's body was rigid, eyes wide and bewildered. She dug in her two hind paws, refusing to take another step forward. Though, two steely cold orbs had already locked onto her stature as a false smile appeared. Serenity struggled to stop, nearly ramming into the back of Maggie's unyielding form.

The figure across the room smiled, though the gesture proved false to Maggie because the eyes expressed a malicious intent. The human begin to stride forward, quick and brisk as it closed the gap between Maggie and itself. "Why hello. I've just come here to see if my Beloved Snubbull had been found. Miss me Maggie?" the blond said, voice pleasant and almost convincing. The blond, though dripping wet and in different attire than before could not be mistaken. His stench could not be forgotten by Maggie's keen nose. Neither could Alix's, which radiated from the man as if it were his. He had come in contact with her. Maggie would know. That was her bag that he carried.

Tray Waters.