"Are you okay babe?" she asked as I lead her towards my room. When we entered my room, I sat her down on my bed, and went into my closet and brought out a box of all my belongings as Mandy Monroe. "What's this Ash?" she asked confused as she looked through some items in the box. There were my demo CDs, old pictures of Alyssa and I, and candid shots from concerts.

"Ash," she said when she looked at a picture of me as Mandy Monroe. "These are all pictures of Mandy Monroe," she said as she took out more items, and observed them. "What is all of this Ash? Do you stalk Mandy Monroe?"

I watched as she went through all the items in the box. "Spence, I'm not who you think I am," I said with a sigh. "And I'm probably going to get into a lot of trouble for even mentioning this to you, but I trust you." I placed my hands on Spencer's, and looked into her deep blue eyes.

"You can tell me Ash."

I took a deep breath in, and exhaled. "My name isn't really Ashley Davies," I said looking down. I didn't want to look up, because I'm scared of her reaction. "My name is Mandy Monroe, and I am a teen music artist. I was born and raised in New York. My natural hair color is dark red, and my eyes are gray. "

"You—you're Mandy Monroe? I thought she died in a car accident," she stuttered. "No, no, no, you can't be. We went to your, I mean Mandy's tribute concert. She died. It was all over the news," she said standing up.

"Spence, please. Let me explain. This concerns you too," I said. I placed my hands on her fore arms, and sat her back down on the bed.

"Please do explain," she said rubbing her temples.

"Around a week before I moved to Ohio, I witnessed a," I paused. "I witnessed the murder of Jessica Henderson in an alley. The murderer saw me, and told me I was next. The next day, I went to the police station and found out the man who murdered Jessica is a wanted man all over the country and has killed one or two teenage girls a month for the past year. He is untraceable, and I am the first person to actually see him." Spencer's hand was over her heart, and I can see her shaking. "I performed a small concert in a coffee house, and that's when I saw him, and knew I wasn't safe. So, I called the detective in charge of the case, Rico, and he told me I could undergo the witness protection program. The FBI faked my death, and changed my look. They put in permanent colored contact lenses to change the color of my eyes and burnt my fingerprints off." I help out my hands, and Spencer ran her fingers over my untraceable hands.

"Was it painful?" she asked in a scared voice.

"It was very painful. They got rid of all traces of Mandy Monroe, and then Ashley Davies was born," I said.