A/N: Takes place after the end of the first movie. I only own OCs, everyone else is Don Bluth, a great man in my influential life. Read & Review, no flames are allowed.

It was peaceful in the house of Harold and Kate. They had treated Anne-Marie from her sickness and they let her adopt Itchy as her pet and in return, they had made plans to officially adopt Anne-Marie as their own child. The little girl was sleeping in the guest room with Itchy sleeping by her side like her own little guardian angel.

"She's such a wonderful girl," Harold smiled as he drank his morning cup of coffee. "Should we wake her now?"

"Let her rest," Kate told her husband. "She's had a big adventure."

"True... I hope she isn't too sick."

"We'll stop by the doctor and make an appointment if she's really sick, but I'll make some hot chicken soup later."

There was a knock at the door. The two looked at each other. Who could that be? Harold and Kate left their kitchen and went to the front door. Harold opened the door and the two had found a young lady. She had long raven hair with blue eyes and she had a little mole on her cheek with ruby-red lips. Her face was very ivory, it nearly matched her white shirt with a dark blue skirt and black flats. She also had a cream-colored purse strapped against her arm.

"Can we help you?" Harold asked, casually.

"Yes," the lady said, speaking gently and calmly. "My name is Angel. This is 402 Maple Street, yes?"

"Yes, it is," Kate nodded. "Would you like to come in, Angel?"

"Thank you kindly."

Harold and Kate let Angel inside like she wanted to. The young lady looked all around and found the house to be a very wonderful atmosphere. It seemed perfect for raising a child in, even if Harold and Kate had no children of their own. But they had planned on adopting Anne-Marie after all they had been through together.

"Excuse us, Angel, but who are you and why are you here?" Harold couldn't help but ask.

The lady came in and sat on an arm-chair across from the couples' couch. "I came here for my sister."

"Your sister?" the two asked.

"Yes, I'm sure you have seen her," Angel had a gentle smile. "She's seven years old now, has short black hair... Oh, here, I have a picture," Angel dug into her purse pocket and took out a black and white photograph of a girl who appeared to be a younger Anne-Marie.

Kate took the photograph. The girl was like Angel's description, only younger. She heavily focused on it and looked back at Angel. "I didn't think Anne-Marie had a sister... She was alone when we found her at first."

"Found her?" Angel asked.

"Yes," Harold nodded, continuing their story of first meeting the adorable little girl with a hidden talent. "We were passing through the horse race track and we saw that little girl alone with a dog she named Itchy. She mysteriously disappeared after that, but then we found a bunch of dogs outside our house and we found Anne-Marie, she was very sick."

"Oh, the poor dear," Angel frowned. "My poor little sister! I hope it's not asthma..."

"No, it was pneumonia, she should be fine," Kate concluded. "She never mentioned a sister, Angel."

"Oh, yeah, that," Angel sniffled and looked out the window as she pressed her hand against the window sadly. "Well, it's a long story... About what happened... Our mother was very poor, Harold and Kate," she turned slowly, looking at the young couple. "Our father died of natural causes and our mother could barely afford to take care of us... Our mother worked two jobs just to take care of us and I had to take care of Anne-Marie at a young age."

Harold and Kate grew grim. They felt very sorry for the girls for their living conditions they knew nothing about.

"Yes, I know it's sad," Angel told them, lowering her head and slowly shutting her eyes. "One day during work, our mother was very sick and she died from disease herself... I was only twelve years old, Harold and Kate... I couldn't raise a baby on my own. So, I did the thing I felt was right and sent Anne-Marie to an orphanage. I promised I would come back for her once I was old enough and ready to take my baby sister back, but when I got there, no one had seen her... I looked everywhere."

"So, how did you find us?" Kate asked.

"I heard people talking about dogs and that a little girl was in danger," Angel answered, choking back tears. "I followed the best I could and I found your house and came to you just today. I was hoping you could let me have my baby sister back... Please, Harold and Kate? I won't be any trouble for her..."

Kate and Harold frowned. They exchanged looks to each other, then back at Angel. They weren't sure about this after growing emotionally attached to the orphan girl.

"We need to think about this..." Kate told her, softly.

"We're not saying no, Angel, this is just a lot to take in." Harold added.

"It's okay, I understand... You can talk about it with her if you want." Angel told them.

Harold and Kate looked at each other and went upstairs. They knocked on the door gently. Kate knew Anne-Marie would still be in the bed, but still knocked to be polite.

"Anne-Marie, may we come in?" Kate asked in the most motherly tone she could muster.

The little girl coughed hoarsely. "Come in..." she said, raspily.

Harold and Kate both came in. Anne-Marie looked very taken out of everything she had endured, not to mention this sickness.

"Anne-Marie, there's someone here to see you," Harold told the orphan. "It's your big sister, Angel."

Anne-Marie looked confused. She didn't remember anything about having a sister, older or younger. She knew the adults wouldn't lie to her, but she was still puzzled about that.