The day has turned gray by the time we reach the cemetery.

It's not very big, there are only around a hundred tombs, all market by large white slabs bearing the names and dates of the people buried underneath them. Some have fresh flowers, others look like they haven't been visited in years, and some are practically falling apart. I'm glad I decided to bring my coat with me, the cold gusts of wind that blow by every now and again make my entire body shiver and my teeth chatter. Kalen doesn't need a coat, he is like a superhuman heater, so he walks a bit closer to me, slinging an arm over my shoulder and letting me burrow against the warmth. We find Diana sitting in front of one of the many tombstones, looking at something off into the distance. When she hears me approaching she smiles, but her smile quickly vanishes when she sees Kalen, scrambling to her feet with a panicked look on her face. I raise my arms in front of myself.

"Don't worry, he's a friend, you can trust him. I just thought it would be good to have backup, to avoid what happened at the park."

She hesitates, but eventually she seems to accept the fact that I wasn't going to get rid of Kalen and nods.

"Diana, this is..."

"Kalen, pleased to meet you."

He leans forwards to shakes her hand, so he misses the way I murder him with my eyes. Why did he use his real name! What did we say about using our real names?! He seems to sense my anger and turns to me, and winks. He winks. I can't, I just can't.

"So," I start, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. "What's so important that we had to meet at a cemetery?"

At my words Diana blushes, turning a deep shade of red, twirling a lock of her dark brown hair between her fingers.

"I'm sorry about the location. I like to come here when I'm worried."

I study our surroundings, taking in line upon line of tombstones, and my eyes land on the one in front of her. It's old, I can tell by the cracks that have appeared on its edges, but it's clean, as if someone tended to it every week, if not every day. Fresh flowers are placed in front of it, the joyful yellow of the tulips a bright contrast against the otherwise gray landscape. Marta Khan, is all I can make out on its surface.

"Marta Khan, was that..."

"My mother?" She says, finishing the sentence for me "Yes. She died when I was a baby, not many people our age even remembers who she was."

That's not entirely true. I knew that the President had a wife who died when she was young, but that is about the extent of my knowledge.

"I'm sorry," I say, truly feeling bad for Diana. I know what it's like to miss a parent. I can sense Kalen watching me from out of the corner of his eye, but I ignore him.

"Don't be, it was a long time ago. I don't even remember much about her." She smiles at that, a sad thing that makes her seem older than she is. "But I still like to come and visit her, and just talk. Tell her about my day." She pauses, her eyes glazing over with the memories of her past.

I don't dare say anything, for fear of ruining the smile that has appeared on her face. As quick as it came it disappears, and Diana shakes away the thoughts of her mother. She turns to us, facing away from the tomb, worry evident in the firm set of her mouth.

"But I didn't ask you to come because of my mother, I'm afraid my father is in danger."

A sudden chill runs up the length of my spine, and I don't know if it has to do with the wind or something else entirely.

"You have to believe me! I'm innocent!"

I close my eyes, shaking my head, and the voice disappears. Did I just imagine it? Was it a trick of the wind? I glance at Kalen, but he just looks at me with a puzzled look in his eyes, obviously having noticed my strange behavior. I smile at him reassuringly, which seems to do the trick, as he goes back to staring at Diana. I try not to let jealousy overcome me at the look of awe that crosses his features when his eyes land on her. I can't ignore the fact that Diana is a stunning girl.

"Why do you think that?" I ask. "Did something happen?"

Her hurried nod is all we need to know that something is up.

"Yesterday, around five o'clock in the afternoon, my dad got an anonymous message. That in itself wasn't anything strange, he gets all kinds of messages every day, anonymous or not. What was strange where the contents of this message."

She digs out her TekPad from her purse, talking while she searches.

"He didn't want me to see it, said it wasn't anything important, but I could tell that whatever it was had shaken him up. He got so pale it looked like he had seen a ghost, and about two minutes after receiving the message he left to call his head of security. He left his computer turned on in his haste, so I quickly took a picture and left."

She hands us her TekPad, and I take it, itching to see what was on the message that got the most powerful man in the world to squirm.

It wasn't even very long, just numbers, and two words:

28-11 Saint Oscars.

Kalen must be just as confused as I am because he takes one look at the message and his mouth turns downwards in a frown.

"It's a date," Says Diana, having noticed our expressions.

"The twenty-eighth of November, exactly three weeks from now. And that is the Orphanage I was supposed to visit in Cana."

My mouth falls open in shock, and I look at her in surprise, finally understanding what I'm looking at. Someone had somehow found out the secret location of Diana's annual visit to a random orphanage around the United States. Not only that, but they found out the first time she was planning on traveling to another country. How did they manage it? The location is probably one of the best-kept secrets in the council. If the president found out that anyone had even the slightest clue of where his daughter was going, he would chase them down. I have quite a good idea about who found out though.

"Did that information happen to be in a file about you, a red file?"

Diana's eyes widen "How did you know that?" She asks, confirming my suspicions.

I turn to Kalen, who seems to be putting the pieces of the puzzle together on his own.

"That day we met, Simon Says had stolen something, remember?"

He nods, eyes lighting up with the answer.

"He stole Diana's file, probably for that man he is working for. He must have gotten the information to him somehow, before we got the file back. It's probably... you-know-who that sent the message." He tells me, quickly changing what he was going to say to not worry Diana.

We don't want her knowing that a murderer had sent her father a warning, but we have to do something, we can't let her go on that trip. Although it looks like my worries were in vain, because the next instant Diana speaks up, obviously sensing the tension in the atmosphere.

"My father has decided to change the location, and because I fear they might find out once again I feel it's best if I told you where I was going. I'd feel better knowing you are aware of my whereabouts, in case anything were to happen to me."

I'm about to protest, to tell her that if anything got out about her new location we would be the first on the list of suspects, but she silences me with a glare. She really must be scared.

"Saint Thomson's, it's the same orphanage I visited last year, and my father has decided to have me leave in nine days, instead of waiting till the end of the month."

I try not to let my eyes show the dread I feel crawling up my throat.

Saint Thomson's. That is the orphanage I keep seeing in my vision. And Diana was always in it. Something bad is going to happen there, I can feel it, but I can't tell Diana that, or we would have to explain the real reason we're here in the first place, which is to investigate her dad for being a possible murderer. How on earth is anyone supposed to explain that?

"Are you sure it's a good idea to go?" I say gently. "Wouldn't you be safer at the Mar, with your father?"

The Mar is probably the safest place in the whole world, so tightly monitored and protected that a fly wouldn't even be able to make it in alive.

Diana shakes her head, brown curls whipping in front of her face from the wind.

"I can't not go. Imagine the children. Besides, this is my tradition, one I need to keep."

At that she looks at her mother's grave, and I wonder if there is another reason behind Diana's annual visits.

"I don't think it would be wise for you to go alone," says Kalen, his voice stern. "Couldn't your father send your guard with you, or notify one of the nearby compounds in case of emergency?"

She shakes her head again, a sad smile on her lips, and I ignore the way her eyes light up when they land on Kalen's own. I know what it feels like to stare into those stormy orbs.

"No one can know. I am breaking every rule telling you two, but my father will never tell anyone where I'm going. You have to understand, he does it to protect me."

But does he? Or does he make it seem like it's for her own safety, when in reality it leaves her vulnerable, alone and unprotected?

"In this case, it's doing the opposite," snaps Kalen, teeth clenched.

He is thinking the same thing I am, I can see it in the way he closes his hands into fists at his sides, so I nod, agreeing with my friend.

"I can't help but think the same," I tell Diana, watching as her face morphs once again, sadness practically painting her features.

"I know," she whispers, "but I have to go, I have no other choice."

I don't know whether this girl is very brave, or very ignorant. How could one be so scared that she told complete strangers, or nearly strangers, something terrorist groups would kill us over, and yet be stubborn enough to go on with her crazy plans?

"Well, you have my word that at the first sign of trouble I will be there," I say, determined, trying to show her that she won't be alone.

Kalen stands up straighter next to me

"You can count on me as well."

Diana ducks her head, but I still catch the blush creeping up her neck to color her cheeks pink.

"Thank you, thank you so much," she mumbles.

I take a step closer and, copying her moves at the coffee shop, I envelop her in a hug. She doesn't hug me back, just leans against me, and tucks her head under my own. I feel her shaking, but I brush it off as the cold that is seeping into our bones.

"You should get back before your father catches wind that you're gone," I say, pulling away from the trembling girl to look her in the eyes.

She nods quickly, taking her TekPad from Kalen's hand, who had been holding it this entire time. But just as she takes it, it turns on, and I catch sight of her screen saver.

I try not to make any sudden movements as I recognize the man staring back at me from the screen. The same man that stared back at us from Christian's photo.