“GAH!” she screeched tossing blankets off and rolling around in a crazy way. Tears began to stream down her face as she clutched the purple gem that hung stationary around her neck. The seventeen year old sat up; eyes weary from her horrid dream.
‘How many times… will this happen…. Will I remember my time at the wammy house… will I remember it all…. How many times wills this happen to me?’ She thought. Slowly the girl crawled out of bed, her heart as heavy as a hammer and her soul yearning for relief.
‘No… I have to keep my cool… I have to stay calm… I have to try… for my job… and for myself…’ Penelope thought. Years had passed since the time in the orphanage and with the wammy boys. She had brought them happiness and a higher level of thinking, but when watari told her she knew she had to leave. Connections with the mafia from way back when, running as courier and delivering mysterious packages.
“Ms. Penelope, I’m afraid I have some bad news… we keep seeing that people are searching for you… looking up your name online and in police bases. No need to worry, we can sort this out but… be careful when wandering and going out…” She remembered the man’s words. That day she had set to go to a movie with matt and near and BB and mello. Penelope knew that she couldn’t tell them so she went anyway. But that was the worst decision of her life. She didn’t know that she was being trailed and so when she left for the theater, the follower set into action. Attacking her during the film was smart, the darker the better, but after training in the wammy house she had learned to depend on more than just eyesight. The blood bath that followed when BB decided to join in was outrageous. But the worst part was when she found out that almost everyone in that place was also a member of the mafia, and was at the ready to kill her. And it was all from when she was twelve and she had peeked at the contents of a small wooden box that had been given to her for delivery. Apparently peeking at it had caused the bomb to become armed, and so when the man she delivered it to shook it… it blew him to smithereens. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but the man was the leader of that mafia and his followers were very angry. That was two days before she got into the wammy house. Luckily it took them a few years to figure out she was still alive.

After rousing herself from the bed and drying her tears, she walked into the bathroom of her abandon house. Where she found a shocking sight; matt was standing there, shirtless and un-goggled. Penelope drew in a sharp breath, and he held open his arms.
“Did you miss me?” He smiled crookedly. She took a leap into his arms and kissed him gently. “I thought that would be the answer.”
“Oh matt! I can’t believe this! I have so many questions! How did you find me? Why are you here? How are BB and near? What about Mello? And have y-“He interrupted by kissing her intensely.
“So many questions. Let me begin by simply telling you this story.” He paused to set her down and move her back to the bed. “It was the day you left, I remember you streaming out of the theater while BB sucked on a man’s skull. That was, for the record, the worst day of my life. I hated you not being there and having mello being so… bromancey. Yes, he became really extremely creepy after you left. Then he started to talk about me in his sleep and- well nevermind, that’s another story… Anyway to continue Mello left the orphanage about two years after you, and he seems to be enjoying himself. BB, however, is now the most wanted serial killer of the FBI.” Penelope bit her lip, remembering seeing his name at work one day.
“I can’t believe it…” She mumbled.
“Well, believe it. He got all blood lusty and stuff… Okay so anyway after mello and BB were gone, only near and I were left. As you can imagine, not a lot of stimulating conversation between us, he mumbled 24/7 and never slept. So eventually I left as well, I have kept tabs on BB and mello’s doing and made sure that they are okay. Mello has taken some help from the M-word.” He cut himself off before letting ‘mafia’ out of his mouth. Matt knew how much Penelope hated that word. “But he has cut himself away from them safely, while BB continues to kill people and occasionally eat there remains…” his voice trailed off. “I have left mello a contact for me but only when it’s a necessity. So basically if either one needs me I can find them or they can find me… What have you been doing?” He laughed.
“Err… working for the FBI… moving to japan…and wondering about you…” she looked back up at him. His kind eyes shone down on her and he stroked her hair.
“The FBI hmm, so that’s why you seemed upset when I mentioned BB on the most wanted list.” Matt accused.
“Yes I recall seeing it there on the list. I was crushed to find out my friend had become a crazed cannibalistic killer… but on a lighter note, I finally found you.” She smiled. He laughed and threw his head back.
“Don’t you mean I found YOU?” Matt chuckled again. After all his effort to find her, he was glad that she hadn’t changed. Penelope was still the quirky optimistic girl he fell in love with. Taking her back into his arms Matt kissed her once again.
“Because I’m damn glad I did.” He held her close. She giggled and peered back at him, throwing her arms around his waist. The two snuggled for an hour or so, talking about the old days in the wammy house, laughing, and of course kissing.

“Oh damn Matt!” Penelope exclaimed. “I’m sorry I have to go! It’s a big thing at work today! Something about a Kira… plus matsuda is going to be there!” she quickly looked around for something to get dressed in. Finally finding an old black dress she had worn years ago she hastily tried to get into it, but was not successful.
“Matsuda?” Matt asked suspiciously.
“He’s from the local police. I met Matsuda a while ago at a police convention. When I moved here to get away from, well you know… I at first applied for a job in the local department, of course chief Yagami was so impressed with my skill he sent me to the FBI as a promotion. Matsuda was the one who showed me ‘the ropes’. Anyway he’s cute and stupid.” She laughed and slipped into the dress.
“Hell no! You’re not wearing that to a police meeting, especially not when Matsuda or whatever is there! He might get… ideas.” Matt grumbled. She hugged him tightly and laughed.
“Yeah like anyone who gets ‘ideas’, other than you of course, isn’t going to end up dead.” She chuckled.
“Oh I get ideas! It’s going to be a fun night!” He laughed. Penelope punched him in the arm before grabbing a black cloak from out of her closet. “What’s that?” He asked attentively.
“My cloak, what else would it be?” She chuckled.
“Why do you have it, and why are you wearing it?” He replied.
“I need it to get to work.” She said.
“What? Do you like drive your black cloak to work?” He laughed.
“No! I free run to work. This just conceals my identity.” She replied hastily.
“You still conceal your identity? Penelope you’re in Japan, I think your safe from the mafia-OH SORRY!” He cried and covered his mouth. She choked on her own tears remembering the dream, but managed to hold them back.
“I-it’s a-alright…” She lied. Matt came from behind and embraced her; she let his chest warm her and then hugged him back.
“You have fun with Matsuda…” Matt said jealously.
“I will!” she called and ran out of the door. Matt sat back down and began to remember all that had happened back in the old orphanage; he and penelopes first kiss, the fever epidemic, ditching training to go surfing, BB’s jam obsession, Mello having his bromance, Near when he lost his toy box. Matt laughed a lot after remembering near after loosing his toys, the albino had been forced to make his own which was why he now loved finger puppets. But after remembering all the good parts of the orphanage, like the cake fiasco on penelopes birthday, Matt had to remember the bad parts. Like when she hadn’t even remembered them kissing, when BB wiped out surfing and almost died, when watari had banished them to the meat locker for a day, and worst of all… the blood bath in the theater.