At this moment Casey's phone went off as she recieved a text. The number was unknown to her but the way that the text was written would be all too familiar to Casey.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">You can't run from what you are Miss Valentine. You may not believe us but you know that there are few that understand what you are going through. If you want further proof that we are who we say we are please meet us outside the school library at midnight. <br/><br/>Sincerely, Alistair Croft<br/><br/>PS. I added my number to your phone when you went to help Lulu out from under those books, so don't be too amazed by how I know your number.</span></div><br/>For a moment all was quiet as the text sat in her phone unanswered. Then mere seconds later her phone went off again as her phone recieved another text.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Hello Casey (is it ok if I call you that? Alistair's manners brush off on me. I get sick of being so formal) <br/>I really enjoyed meeting you today. Al tells me you're special and probably one of us, but he won't explain why. Apparently you asked him not to tell anyone? Well I hope you can trust me. After all I'm a weirdo too <br/>:P <br/>Hope we meet agin, Lulu Carol</span></div>