“So, we were all raised by the same man, but I’m the only one that doesn’t remember. Of course.” Amy said with a sigh. “I suppose so, but I only remembered about a year ago.” Amanda said with a British accent. Amanda had arrived a few minutes earlier, and Stephanie and Amanda had explained everything to Amy. “So what do I do now?” Amy asked. Amanda and Stephanie looked at each other. “I’m going to have to do something dangerous, right.” Amy said. The other two nodded.
Amy arrived at the large brown building and peered at it through her sunglasses. Stephanie had come along, but Amanda had refused. So now it was just Stephanie and Amy. Amy had learned that Amanda was the daughter of the man that had raised them, and Stephanie was her best friend until he died. Amy and Stephanie sat in the car silently for a few minutes, not speaking. “Lets do it.” Stephanie finally said. Amanda nodded, and they both stepped out of the car.