September 9th 1996, 9:36am.

Lola's P.O.V

I open my eyes and look around at the sunlit room. The first thing I remember is that today I'm going to be on the search for Carmella. Excited, I jump out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready.

I look at myself one more time before leaving the house, feeling a sense of confidence and encouragement. My eyes glance over the house one more time. I can't believe Chelsea and Monica still haven't come home. I shake my head and grab the bit of paper with the address on it that I wrote down last night and walk out of my apartment unit, and into my car. This shouldn't be too hard considering it's actually not that far away.

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I stare at it from outside of the window. It really is beautiful. Huge double gates with the word Neverland in front of it with reefs and flowers, and gold embedding. Only one problem; I can't get it. I decide to give it a try and drive up to the gate in hopes it'll open. I sit waiting for minutes before I'm about to give up, just when I see the gates slowly open; finally. I pull in, and see two security guards walking around the house. As soon as they see my car, they approach it.

"What do you want?" one of them asks me in a rough tone.

"Please sir, I'm here on a crisis. My sister Carmella is apparently on tour with Mr. Michael Jackson, and I need to know where they are."

"Your explanation is unacceptable, move along," he orders.

"Listen, please, just spare me at least 5-"

"I said, move along!"

Minutes.

Suddenly, a short woman with a brunette curly bob wearing a maids uniform comes outside and yells, "Hey, what's going on here?" her accent sounding a thick French tone. I feel like I should recognize her, but I don't.

She comes up to my car window, "May I help you, young lady?" she asks.

I stare at her for a few moments until it clicked to me; Francesca.

"Yes, I need to know where my sister Carmella is, please," I plead.

"On tour with Michael, of course."

"No, I mean-" I take a moment to breathe and gather myself together. "She shouldn't be running around the world in that kind of way. I need to know..." I pause knowing I won't be able to win over her, I sound like an idiot. "May I please just come in?"

She eyes me for what seems like forever until she reluctantly agrees, "Gentlemen, let her in," she tells the two bodyguards without taking her eyes off me.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, "Thank you."

When I walk inside, I admire the marvellous looking house...with more people in it than I expected.

"Fran, who's the woman?" one tall, black guy asks. Francesca motions for me to introduce myself.

"Lola," I say.

"Hey, Michael has a llama named Lola," another guy says that looks almost identical to the other one.

The room falls silent until Francesca breaks it by saying, "Anyway, Lola, this is the Jackson family. Jermaine, Marlon, Tito, Jackie, Randy." She then motions towards three women. "And our Jackson family women, Rebbie, Janet and LaToya."

"Hello," the four say in unison.

I just nod my head and then remember what I'm here for. "Listen, guys, umm, I don't know if you know-well you probably do know, but uh," I mentally curse myself for stumbling with my words so much, "but my sister and your guys' brother left for tour, and I was hoping if you'd tell me where they were..."

"Oh sure, they just left Prague yesterday morning. Well, which was last night for them," says Jermaine.

I groan, "Do you know where they are now?"

"Mike's now flying to Hungary in Budapest. He'll sure be flying around Europe a lot, that's for sure," Tito chimes in.

I then thanked them and left. I didn't want my stay to be overdue. I had to go home to back my things, and a plane to catch.