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[A little gangly ten year old hears the sound of a girl crying and comes running. Because that's what you're supposed to do when girls cry.] Hey! Wait! [He calls as soon as he catches sight of her and chases after her.]

[Miss Parker turns around when she hears a boy calling for her, and she quickly stops and sniffles a bit.]

Have you see my mama?

I haven't seen any grown women since I came here. [Unless they were alien, because apparently aliens could be girls and look like boys. Narvin was a girl, right?] But I'll help you look if you want me to. What's she look like?

She shouldn't be here. [Parker's voice was soft but insistent, and she shook her head for a moment before she sniffled and wiped her face with the back of her hand.]

She died three months ago.

But... there are people from all kinds of time periods here. Maybe she's here when she's younger. [And there's aliens, but there might be ghosts.]

[He comes over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder.] We'll look anyway, okay?

[Parker's face lit up with hope at that. It was clear that she hadn't thought of that at all.]

She looks like me, only prettier. And she has the best smile.

[A little nod and a lip wibble, because she wanted to find her mother so damn badly.]

She sounds pretty like Grace Kelly. [She was in a lot of scary movies, but she was very pretty. He takes her hand to hold, even though she's a little taller than him so it's kind of silly for him to try to be all tough and noble and such.] We could go look at the garden maybe and see if she's there.

She's prettier than Grace Kelly. And has hair darker than mine. It's almost black. And her eyes are blue. [Parker nodded, because she was certain that her mama was more like Elizabeth Taylor than Grace Kelly. Maybe Natalie Wood.]

My mama did like flowers. She'd go to Maine to see them in the summer.

[All girls like flowers. He is 99% sure of this at this age. Therefore it's inevitable that she must have at some point went to see the flowers.] I saw a little boy sleeping up there earlier. It's a big place. If she was here, it's somewhere she must have been.

[And he remembers where the garden is generally, so that's where he starts heading. But he decides to stop with the comforting hand-holding because he's worried his hand's about to get all sweaty and that would be embarrassing and not very presentable.]

Why was he sleeping there and not in his room? [Parker frowned quickly at that, because it didn't make any sense in her head. After all, people had rooms and they slept in them, even at the Centre. There were loads of rooms here that she'd found when she'd gone exploring with Stephanie yesterday.

When he pulled his hand away, Parker frowned but she didn't say anything. Instead she just put her hand in the pocket of her sweater.]

She was flying around though. And moaning, like on Scooby Doo.

I don't know. Maybe he was from a place where rooms are scary. [He really wished he'd come with a change of clothes, though. He was tempted to go put on one of those big black suit coats in the closet just because it looked good to curl up in.]

She was flying and moaning? [That's... more like his previous theory.] Did you know there are aliens on board? [He hoped it wasn't one of them, because that was a mean thing to do to a kid. And in his little screwed up brain made him angrier than it did scared.]

[Miss Parker knew about scary rooms and scary hallways and even scary air conditioning ducts from her time at the Centre. For a moment she didn't say anything, and then she spoke softly.] Maybe we can find him and take him to my room. It's nice in there, and he doesn't need to be scared.

Aliens? My mama is not an alien. She was a ghost.

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[ Oh, he recognizes this girl. She talked to him once - he should try to help! Mommy always taught him to help people who are in trouble if he can! ]

Um. [ Why does he not know her name... ] Hey! Where are you?

Parker? [Starts moving.] Parker, where are you?

I'm on the sixth floor.

I'm on my way, alright?

Okay. [A beat.]

Hurry, please.

[Claire took the steps by two, reaching the sixth floor in a panic. Breathing rapidly, she frantically looked around, keeping her ears open as she called for her friend:] Parker, sweetie, you up here?

[People didn't call Miss Parker 'sweetie' anymore. No one had done it since her mother had died. For everyone in the Centre, she was 'Miss Parker' and to her father she was 'Angel.' The word and the way Parker had felt panicked by the ghost had launched her into Claire's arms quickly.]

[The blond caught and enveloped the little girl into her arms, gently petting her hair and speaking softly.] Heeeey, it's okay, I have you now. What's wrong, are you hurt?

[Claire did a once over on Parker, her eyes narrowed in concern. Apart from the upsetted state, she seemed fine.]

There was a ghost. She went through the wall and had dark hair. I think she was my mama. [Her voice was little, and she was a bit clingy.]

[Ghost? Claire narrowed her eyes and looked around. No one else had indicated anything beyond the de-aging with this flood.] Did she say anything?

She just moaned really loudly and went through the walls. [Miss Parker moved closer to Claire and looked up toward the ceiling again.]

Can you find out where it went?

[Oh, trust in a grown-up, funny how that works.]