Gina and Marcia were rather busy in the morning, cooking breakfast for the five of them, before anyone had to bring up the entire 'Where dose Dylan go' thing. Marcia couldn't help but smile, watching Gina cook the bacon, flinching every time the grease would pop or a crackle.

"You're really jumpy, ya know that," Marcia joked, earning a small playful glare from the short haired brunette. "You do know Daniel is goanna try and get you to let that boy in there stay with you," Gina gave a nod, turning down the burner.

"Yeah, I do,"

"So, what ya think your goanna say?" Gina shrugged, walking over to her sister-in-law.

"I don't know him honestly. He seems like a huge flirt, and more on the pervert side," Marcia laughed, patting the bar stool next to her, watching as Gina took up on the offer.

"You don't remember thing about that boy, do you?" Gina shook her head, hearing the door behind them click open, revealing a tired looking Daniel. "Daniel, could you tell Gina about her and Dylan?" Daniel sighed, walking to the kitchen, and taking a cup from the cupboard. Taking the coffee pot, and pouring himself a glass.

"Dylan and you met at Teresa's wedding," Looking up from his cup, he noticed the blank expression on Gina's face, he gestured to Marcia to go and grab the photo album. Soon, the ginger came back, opening the large book, scanning the pages until she found the first wedding picture, setting the album in front of Gina.

Pointing at an old picture of Gina, he began to push on. "You see, that was taken before you and Dylan met. Your hair was pretty long back then hey?" Gina nodded, letting Daniel continue. He seemingly got message, skipping a few pages before finding the one he wanted.

The picture was of Dylan and Gina, the two of them were running around playing with a bunch of rowdy kids. The picture was kind of blurry, but you could still see the blue of Gina's dress, and the black and white of Dylan's tux. Seeing as Gina was rather preoccupied with the photo, Daniel took the opportunity to shut off the burner and placing the bacon onto a plate with multiple layers of paper towel.

"Honestly, all I can tell you about that night was that I made a bet with Dylan that you couldn't admit that you had a good time with him. Dylan of course took up that offer, and you two ended up spending the evening playing games with a bunch of kids," Turning back to his sister, Daniel saw how Gina was so amazed by the photo, he couldn't help but smile. "If you like it all that much, why not have it,"

Snapping out of her daze, Gina shook her head, closing the book. Her eye's seemed hazed, as her voice was rather scratchy.

"Uh.. no that's fine. I don't need it," Standing from her spot, Gina went to go and grab her bag from neat the couch, earning small odd glances from the couple.

"You alright there Gina?" Marcia spoke. Gina gave a quick nod, heading towards the door, her hand resting on the knob, as she turned to face her brother.

"If Dylan need's too, He can stay at my place. Just...just give him the address, and he should find it," Gina then opened the door, walking into the apartment halls, finding her way to the lobby.

"Morning Ma'am," Spoke a man, who was sat behind the main desk, typing away at his computer. Another male stood by the doors, holding one open for Gina as she exited, saying a small 'Thank you' as she passed him.

Gina's mind was clouded, Her mind racking up new ways to try and remember this man that everyone seemed to like. Walking across the street, Gina's mind drifted off into her dream's, or what she thought of as memories.

The one that stood out the most was one that did involve Dylan. It was bits and pieces but either way it was a subject that Gina wanted to know all the answers too. Coming up to a small house, Gina turned onto the pathway leading up to the door. Going up the porch steps, the girl dug in her bag for her keys, hearing the jingle, she pulled them out, unlocking her door, before being greeted by the mountains of books and random case files.

The entire living room was filled with these files, books, and random slips of information. To anyone other than Gina, these piles would seem worthless, but to Gina, they were worth everything. The books were all records of events that had happened, they dated back to the day Gina was born. The files were of accident records, birth records, any record that could possibly involve her past life.

And the random slips of paper were of memories, and things that had came back to her through out the years.

Walking too the back of her home, she entered her room, her attention going straight to the cork board on her wall. All over on the board were lines of yarn, and groups of thumbtacks that held up notes, and sketches. The one thing that had stood out the most, was the sketch of  man. The sketch had showed off the features of the man's eyes, his hair, and any detail in-between. Grabbing a notepad, and pen that she kept stored on her nightstand, Gina scribbled down her latest memory.

'Teresa's wedding Dylan and I met'

Taking a short stand of yarn, Gina connected one end to the sketch, and the other end to her newly made note, pining it on the board. As the blue eyed girl took a step back, running a hand through her hair, she noticed that the strings almost lined up to look like the word 'Love'. Taking it as a coincidence, Gina walked back to her living room, beginning too pick p all of the files, and placing them in an empty file case near by.

After placing the files in, Gina looked back to the numerous piles, sighing in defeat.

"I have a problem,"