She closed the last scrapbook and put them back on the shelf in her closet. A picture fell from the shelf. She picked it up. She felt tears coming on as seh looked at it.

     The picture was of her twin Jenny, Raine, Zac, Rodrigo, and her when they were just ten. So much had changed since then. Jenny had died, Raine had a baby, and Zac was missing.

     She thought of Zac. They were still searching for him but hope was begining to fade. He had been missing for three monthes and the police still didn't know if he had ran away or been kidnapped. They didn't even know if he was still alive. Pand knew they would find him. He wasa fighter. Besides there was something she had to tell him.

     She walked over to her desk and tacked the picture, now covered with tear stains, to the wall. It was happy memory. One of the very few Panda had.