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Island, we never had them. What do they do?” Moira asks hesitantly.
    “The usual stuff, dish out detention for flashy behavior.” Marty quips.
    Moira looks back over to the not so subtle students watching them, and has to stifle a shiver. It must be because they live so close to the military base, that they have heightened security. Like the metal detectors at the doors this morning. Moira realizes it might be harder to keep a low profile here. That is if she never wants to get caught. Knowing the new friends she might have made are like her, she can’t possibly tell them the truth. She decides though, that if they’ll have her, she’d like to stick around.
    It’s nice not to feel so alone.
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    September 2012
    As Peter Fletcher juggles a full cup of coffee in his hands, he slides his id card into the key pad next to the door. Before the door is even open halfway, he can hear the child giggling from inside. He tries to feel indifferent, but can’t stop the smile coming to his face as he makes his way into the room.
    It doesn’t surprise him, when he sees Moira’s tiny toddler form jumping on her bed. She’s wearing one of her numerous frilly dresses that he got her, and her strawberry curls bounce with her. He remembers when this room was a cell for her mother, and not a toddler’s bedroom. One of the nurses had painted it pink and decorated it for her months ago. Moira seemed very pleased with the big girl bed that was brought in last week, and is always jumping on it regardless if she falls down.
    When the door closes behind him, she stops jumping and turns to him with a shriek, and before he can put his coffee down she is running at him. He catches her with ease, and wraps her in a hug. Her little arms squeeze’s him, and then as fast as she ran to him, she is already jumping down to do something else. While she sits on the floor and plays with colored blocks, he makes his way to the filing cabinet on the back wall.
    He reaches in the first drawer at the top, and pulls out this month’s evaluation form. He frowns when he reads the normal report of her blood analysis. He finds it so surprising that she would have no effect of the infection her mother carried. Moira laughs again, and when he turns to watch her play, he wonders when it would be a good time to start giving her doses of his current serum.
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    September 2028
    As Moira waits in line at the metal detectors, at school on Friday, she can’t believe she has already been here for a week. For being the new girl, she can’t really complain. She had a group of friends from the beginning that had no problem showing her the ropes. Her only problem is the blonde girl Quinn, which Moira bumped into at lunch on her first day. She hasn’t let up on her hostility towards her, and if anything she seems to despise her for some reason. Not that it really bothers Moira. Girls like her are no longer the type she’d want to hang out with. That was a past life, when she didn’t have to worry about anything.
    For the middle of September, it’s already getting cooler outside, and the leaves are already tempting to fall off the trees. It’s a breezy morning, as she stands in line and wishes she wore a hoody instead of a graphic tee. Her hair is falling down her back, and occasionally moves in the breeze. Marty is standing behind her as he has for the whole week, except today he’s trying to flirt with a pretty freshmen. And by trying, Moira means he is being shot down pretty badly. It actually comes to a surprise that he’d be shot down at all, it’s not like he’s not bad to too at. But, it probably doesn’t have anything to do with his looks, and all about what he is. People tend to be a little over cautious with us diseased. Not to mention that it’s contagious. Moira never had a problem getting dates at her old school, but then she never told anyone what she was either.
    “Damn, I think I need to work on my pickup lines.” Marty pouts as he shifts a