"Why won't you speak to me! I'm not a bad person!" Peter yelled as the girl he had a massive crush on ran away from him, crying. She turned around and chilled Peter to his core. "All people are bad." Peter froze as a horn beeped loudly to his left and he jumped back, realising how close he was to the end of the path. The truck blared past and when Peter looked up again, Dianna had gone, leaving no trace that she was ever there.

Peter went home that day, very confused and slightly hurt. He sat on the sofa and sighed deeply, going onto Insta. Ned, who was staying for the weekend, dropped down next to him and also opened his instagram but stopped when he saw Dianna's face on his phone. "Whoa, dude, do you know her?" Ned asked, taking the phone out of Peter's hands with a noise of protest. "Kinda, she's in my English class. Why? D'ya like her?" Peter asked, slightly annoyed. Ned stared at him, his expression confused., "No way dude. She's not my cuppa tea." Peter looked expectantly at his friend as he took a sip of his energy juice. "We studied her in modern history class." Peter frowned, "That's impossible, dude." Ned raised his eyebrows. "Ok, here's my notes from the lesson if you don't believe me." Peter's face didn't change as he took the phone from his friend, scanning through the notes.

At the bottom, there was, indeed, a photo of Dianna... next to her picture was a phone number. Peter looked at Ned who shrugged, "I dunno bro, they said that we can call it in our free time if we really want to... though I'm not sure I want to man, she's all kinds of messed up." Peter looked into his friends' eyes and realised that he wasn't lying. "What d'ya mean? Messed up?" Ned gestured to a paragraph highlighted in red. "It says here that she was taken from her parents when she was 6. They did live in Scotland, but apparently her parents were killed by the Scottish government. I don't get that and I believe that some people say that they were killed by the same people that took her as a kid. All that was left of her parents was their hearts." Peter shuddered.

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, she was apparently taken away to a Florida for 8 years when she was then moved from Florida to Los Vegas where she performed for 4 years before she disappeared off the map. Then, 4 years later, she turns up in New York where she's been for the last year." Peter frowned, "That doesn't match up mathematically. She'd be 22... somethings wrong there..." Ned frowned as he did the math in his head.

The 2 boys spent 7 hours researching Dianna before the gave up and went to bed.

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The next day, Peter and Ned decided to call the number by her picture. They put on speaker while May was at work and waited while the phone rang.

"Hello?" A woman's voice spoke. "Hi..." Peter said, not sure what else to say. "Hi...? Are you in need of help?" Ned gulped, "Uh, no. We just- our friend left a number on her desk and we rang it in case it was her mom... are you her mom?" Peter looked into the phone, waiting for an answer, "No, I'm not. Boys, whatever your friend was doing, either she was joking around, or she needed your help." Peter frowned, "What do you mean?" A sigh came from the other end, "Boys, this is a domestic abuse helpline for girls." Peter and Ned froze. "Do you know who gave you this number? This is a private number for obvious reasons." Ned frowned, "Why is it private?" The lady growled on the other end, "Because people who came here are too scared to say anything. Now, either tell me why you called or go away." Peter gulped, "Our friend is Dianna..." The lady sighed, knowing this was going to be a long call. "Boys, we have 3 Dianna's here, I can't help you unless you tell me her last name and birthday." Peter looked at the report and read out, "Uh, I don't know how to say it, but can I spell it?" The lady hummed, "yeah, go on."

"Uh, Dianna M-I-K-H-A-I-L-I-O-V." There was a typing in the background, "Date of birth?" Ned looked at the form, "Uh, it says 10/16/01..." The lady hummed, "No, that's wrong... there isn't 16 months in a year... try another way." Peter spoke this time, "16th October 2002?" The lady hummed again, "All I can give you boys is her address... but tell me your names first."

They did.

"Ok, here. I'll send you all the info we have on her," The line went dead and the boys stared at Peter's phone.

A link came through

Dianna Karen Mikhailov.
16/10/1996
22 years old (frozen in cyro for 6 years)
Parents are dead, adoptive parents left her in a shelter when she was 16.
Previous residences: Scotland (6 years), Florida (8 years), Las Vegas (4 years), Queens (4 years)

Peter and Ned read through the report, their nerves shaking.

Somebody had kidnapped Dianna and didn't want anyone to know who...