"Hello?" Samara called as she knocked on America's door. It wasn't too hard to find- just a quick search through social media. "Alllllllfffffiiiiieeeeee!" She sang beautifully.

The door opened, revealing a confused looking Alfred. He looked Samara up and down, before offering a cautioned smile. "Can I help you?" He offered.

"Oh, Alfie, you're so funny! I'm Shelby, you're girlfriend?" She smiled kindly. She took it upon herself to enter America's home, caressing his face as she passed. "Sorry it took me a bit to get here. You know how girls can be."

"Uhhh, dude, you're not Shelby." He stated.

"I can be." Samara winked, before giggling. "So, you're the infamous Alfred F. Jones? You look great. A little... Flabbier than Allen, but we can figure out an eating plan easily." She decided, patting his chubby cheeks lovingly. "Wow, your eyes... They're very... Blue." She breathed in fascination, getting rather close to his face.

Alfred squirmed uncomfortably. "Who are you, actually?"

She gave him a wide grin. "I'm Samara Paglia." She exclaimed in a giddy voice

Alfred wasn't sure what to do about this... this girl. He didn't want to be rude but everything about this felt wrong. This girl was strange and too touchy-feely and too happy, and she looked too much like Shelby. "Uh, okay... Samara. Two questions." He stated, gently prying Samara off of him. "One, where is the real Shelby? Two... Why are you named after the demon child from The Ring?"

Samara looked slightly hurt. "Um... I don't know what happened to Shelby. But I'm here now, so that's okay! I promise, I won't be too different. I'm super nice and super affectionate, and I'm almost never sad or angry. That's a lot of positives, right?" She questioned cheerfully.

"... Right, I guess. But listen. You're... You're not Shelby. I like Shelby." Alfred insisted, grabbing his jacket as he prepared to leave.

"But why?" Samara whined, crossing her arms over her chest and turning away from Alfred. "She's not even that pretty... She's like, all fat and stuff and her clothes are big and ugly. Her hair is gross and frizzy, and her face isn't even that nice."

Alfred was glaring now. "You have the same face."

"I know, I know, and I'm not trying to be mean, you know, but I actually do something with my face. Make-up tutorials on YouTube are a lifesaver, let me tell you." Samara let out a short laugh. "Sorry to get off topic there, Alfie. What I'm saying is, you and me, we were on the same boat. Both our partners were mean, aggressive, and gross. But we can start over! And it'll be great! We can go to parties and cuddle and shop and be cute, you know? It's the relationship we deserve!" She exclaimed enthusiastically, turning to face America again. "Please? ... Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"Okay, stop it, stop it." Alfred said, cutting the girl off. She looked at him in surprise. "Shelby's a little rough around the edges, but she's a great person, dude. She's an absolute sweetheart when you get to know her. And when she's comfortable around people, she's funny and happy and hyper." America's voice seemed to be raising as he spoke. "And I happen to believe Shelby is beautiful. Now, you're going to be the nice, sweet girl you are and take me to where Shelby is, because I'm 100% positive that you know what happened to her."

Samara stood there for a few moments, contemplating her options, before she nodded, and flashing a genuine smile. "Yeah, okay. I'll take you to Allen's house. Just... Know that I really didn't mean for Al to find her. I didn't want her to get hurt."

Alfred looked extremely uneasy now. "Well, what are we waiting for, dude? Let's go!"