I smile at the exhausted girl, ordering myself not to walk over to her and wrap my arms around her, to tell her that everything will be alright.  Not that I don't<em>want</em>to but there's business to deal with here.<br/><br/>"My mom and Frannie's had a falling out a long time ago." a sad smile as I pick up one of Frannie's photos -<em>Cute kid.  I really do hope she's alright</em>- "This was actually going to be my first chance to meet her.  I was really looking forward to it."<br/><br/>I start sliding the papers into Frannie's backpack, taking only a brief moment to skim over each as it passes under my fingers.  Lots of bad grades stamped on a variety of papers for an English class as well as a Chemistry one; the professor's name across the top and the paper crisscrossed with red ink for both sets.<em>Wright and Drow</em>.  I file the possible lead away along with the papers, taking a few of the pictures and knick nacks that might be of use and will fit in the bag.<br/><br/>Turning back, I look at the still half asleep girl and with a barely audible sigh I give into my urge.  Kneeling down next to her chair I slide my arms around her,  hugging her tightly but gently "I'm sure Frannie's fine.  From what my mom told me she sounds like a tough girl and . . . " words fail me and I simply hug her tighter for a few more moments "You two were close?"