"Ms.Frost you're well aware we're not interested in your fake robbery!"

           "But it's not fake. She was my best friend and she assaulted me and she took something that belonged to me and that was very important to me-"

          "Something you had no record of even knowing until you reported it missing!" 

          "Well that's I had just received it, okay? She was my best friend!" Liz's voice cracked and she sat down, attempting to regain her bearings. She'd had this argument countless times but she couldn't get a single officer to take up her case. She had to admit, the evidence was slim. She'd woken up with a concussion in the middle of nowhere and stumbled home only to find that Maggie Evington had never existed. 

            "Look, Ms.Frost, I know that you're in shock. Go home, get some rest, and spend time with your family." Liz started to say something but ended up just getting up and storming out, she'd have to come back later and find another officer to talk to. She was going to find Maggie or Eva or whoever she was, and she was going to get that chip back.

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           "Liz, you're never going to get anything done if your not eating." Gran picked up the untouched tray of food and put down another warm one. "Liz!" her Grandmother repeated "you need to stop with these delusions." Like everyone else, Liz's grandparents also couldn't recall Maggie. It drove Liz crazy. How could her Grandmother, who had talked to Maggie just hours before she betrayed Liz, not remember her.

           "Gran, what's the secret room in our house?"

            Her grandmother looked alarmed "Elizabeth, I've shown you every room in this house. Your grandfather and I are already worried about with the concussion and all. Don't start on this crazy talk!"

            Liz nodded wearily and her grandmother walked out. Come on Liz think, if the police aren't going to help you're going to have to find her yourself. The thought of confronting Maggie again frightened Liz, so she moved on to another, less daunting task. Who was the women in the computer?

            Getting up Liz walked out, not to the secret room. Last time, that had only led to devastation. Instead she went to her families library. Well, it couldn't exactly be characterized as a library, more like a couple of random bookshelves. Before she knew what she was doing Liz had pulled out and opened the families registry. Liz had always hated the book, it always came across to her as just a lot of pointless names and pictures. Good for you, you're distantly related to a king! It had always seemed more important to Liz to connect with your still living family members than record the dead.

              Nevertheless, her years of indexing had paid off. Liz could trace her families heritage back to the 1700's. Carefully flipping through the brittle charts Liz started with the most recent one. There was her, her father, and her grandparents. Liz's mothers name and pictures had been carefully torn out. It was clear her death held no reverence in the family.

         The grandmother had not gone to far to tear out the few wedding photo's that were pasted on her fathers page. Not wanting to tear or damage her precious sons records. Each photo was neatly captioned in a handwriting that could only be characterized as her mothers. Liz looked through the photo's and settled a group photo of everyone at the wedding. Startles Liz, brushed away lint and tried to focus on the blurry picture.

           She must be going crazy now. Liz didn't know how but she could tell without a doubt that the women in the photo, the same women who had warned her with the grave message, was her mother.