Marie sat on the couch, dazed at how her guest spoke. How on earth did Mags know about what was going on inside their house? Swallowing, she got up and brought the glasses to the kitchen, her mind still full of questioning thoughts.<br/><br/>The next morning, Kiki headed down the stairs, lugging her backpack over her shoulder. She went to the kitchen and popped a piece of bread into the toaster, not noticing her mother was on the phone. "Yes.... yes I understand. Thank you for calling." She silently put down the phone, looking a bit more pale than usual. Kiki arched a brow. "Mom, you ok?" Marie put a hand on her shoulder and sat her down at one of the chairs. "Kiki.... did you go to the school last night?" Kiki stared, "No! I was sick in bed! I never went outside my room!" Marie rubbed her temples, "The school caught fire last night..."<br/><br/>Kiki froze, staring at her mother for the longest time. Was she seriously accusing her own daughter of arson? Her mother continued. "They said an electrical outlet short circuted and lit a nearby trash bin on fire. Half the school is wrecked..." Kiki looked away, feeling sick again. First several deaths, and now this?<br/><br/>"Are you SURE you didn't leave the house?" "Yes mom, I'm sure..." With a small sigh, she grabbed the piece of toast out of the toaster and put it in her mouth. "I'm going to the park to think, I'll be back soon."