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Chapter 3: Babies and Lies

I let myself wake up slowly. It was Saturday; I didn't have to go to the office till noon which meant I could sleep a bit longer. Slowly I rolled over but then I stopped. Hang on, this wasn't my bed. This wasn't my pillow or my nice silk sheets. Where was I? I opened my eyes coming face to face with someone. "What the hell?" I screamed, quickly jumping out of the bed. What had happened the night before? The person opened his eyes quickly and stared at me.

"Cindy? What's wrong?" he said. I stared at him, why had he called me Cindy? I tried hard to remember him. Suddenly he registered in my brain. Right this was Timothy, my husband. I sighed, hanging my head in shame.

"Sorry Timothy. I just forgot, I tend to do that. I really don't remember much from yesterday. Then again it's the morning. I'm sure everything will come back soon. This happens sometimes. And how did you know my real name?" I said, looking both apologetic and confused. Timothy glanced down.

"You told me yesterday. I guess you didn't mean to tell me?" he said. I hesitated. No, as long as no one else knew my real identity it was okay. I smiled up at him and shook my head no. Glancing around the room I analyzed it. It really needed some work, but it was nice of our agencies to provide this stuff for us.

"So, I think since it's a Saturday we should probably fix this all up. I noticed that they left several boxes for us to do whatever, and I'm sorry but it sort of weird being in my dead boyfriend's house with him not there. I still feel like it's his home and not ours. Honestly I want us to personalize it so I can feel comfortable about this. I think it's so ironic of all the houses in Retroville this was the only house available and its right across the street from my parents' home. I have to be extremely careful. So what do you say, feel like moving all this stuff out of the room and painting it? We can do one room at a time and turn this into our home." I said, trying to sound cheerful. Timothy hesitated but smiled.

"Sounds like a plan. Only I think we should see if we have any food left because I haven't eaten anything since about 11am yesterday. We do have your ice cream still if all else fails. After we eat though, I say we start with moving the furniture down the hall to the spare room. I did some poking around last night, we have a pretty decent house." He said. My heart started beating fast. Spare room meant Jimmy's room. Numbly I nodded. Both of us got out bed, walking to the door. He opened it and then waved his arm. "Ladies first." He said. I laughed and walked through. Boy for only knowing him for a literally a couple hours, it felt like I had known him forever.

We checked the cupboard and found baking goods, that's a good sign so far. There was bread in the bread box, canned goods in the pantry, and food in the fridge. "Oh look, they truly love us. Now what are you in the mood for? I myself want pancakes; I'm just in the mood for that." I said. He grinned.

"That sounds like any amazing idea." He said. I grinned back at him. Good, we could agree on basic meals, this can work. Just then the door bell rang. I looked over towards the front door. Timothy started walking towards the front. Shrugging I decided to follow him, might as well. He opened it up to see smiling faces. Outside stood my parents and a tiny little girl. I sucked in my breath. Oh god, not good. I glanced in the mirror and relaxed, I didn't look like Cindy.

"Hello, we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." My mom said. She looked at me and then closed her eyes. I started to mentally panic again. Was she recognizing me? Timothy looked over at me then back at her.

"Well thanks, we are the Taylors. This is Alena and I am Timothy." He said smoothly. Please buy that mom, please.

"I'm Sasha, this is my husband John, and this is our daughter Melissa." Mom said. I tried hard not to gape. Daughter? They had another daughter? I felt both heartbroken and happy. I smiled weakly at them.

"How old is she?" I asked, finally speaking. My mom smiled proudly.

"Three years old today." She said. I looked at the little girl. She looked like me in a way when I was three.

"Hi Melissa! Happy birthday!" I said cheerfully. I had a baby sister and she was adorable. Honestly I had hated being an only child. Now I knew I wasn't.

"We are having a party for her later tonight, if you want you can come. It would be a good chance to meet the neighborhood. There is actually a lot of young couples living in this area. " My dad said. I looked up at Timothy who was grinning.

"Sure sounds like a plan." He said. Nervously I smiled at my family. I felt awkward standing there talking to them, pretending I'm someone else. I just stood there silently until the door closed. Timothy looked over at me. "That was your parents weren't they?" he said. I nodded; yep those were my flesh and blood. "Are you going to be okay with going to this party?" he asked. I nodded again, walking numbly to the kitchen. In reality I probably should be happy about this, but I wasn't.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat something quick instead of pancakes; I'm going out to that old shed to see if there is any old paint brush. Can you start moving our stuff into the spare room? After I look I'll be up to help you." I said quickly. He nodded slowly, and grabbed two bowls.

"So let's see, what kind of cereal you want?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Surprise me." I said. He laughed.

"You know, it's actually pretty dangerous to say that, but if you insist. Close your eyes and open your mouth." He said. I raised my eye brow.

"Don't try to get fresh with me Mr. Taylor, we have only known each other for a little bit, even if we're husband and wife." I said. He did a fake sigh.

"Just open your mouth and close those eyes." He said. I obliged in his request. Soon my mouth was filled with sweetness. "Guess what it is." He said. I chewed it up.

"It taste like a mixtures of Honey oats and chocolate strawberries." I said.

"Uh huh, and guess what it is."

"Um, Choco oatb?"

"Ding ding ding! Give the women a prize." Timothy said. I laughed.

"Thanks, you picked at good choice. This used to be my favorite cereal." I said. He just smiled and poured himself a bowel. We sat in silence, eagerly eating our cereal.

"Well, I'll be back. Time to see what I can find. My boyfriend invented a lot of stuff, so I'm hoping there's something I can use in that shed. One day I'll show it to you. Its amazing, I really admired the fact he could do so much with." I said, standing up. Before he could respond I was outside. I glanced around the back yard, shuddering from all my memories. There was nothing I could do about it right now, I just had to deal with it and play my part.

I typed in Jimmy's code, praying it still worked. Astonishingly it did, and soon I was free-falling. That was when I remembered the hard landing that awaited me. Right I had to fix that. I braced myself for landing. I didn't hit hard ground though. Actually it was rather soft. Last time I had been in here though, it had been a hard landing. Shaking my head, I ignored my confusion. There was a reason I was down there, and I was going to get it.

I started searching all the shelves and then stopped. Half of Jimmy's things were missing. I panicked. Why was his things gone? Did his parents somehow get inside? Then it hit me I was able to use his computers. "Vox, this is Cindy Vortex. I need your help." I said. Immediately the computer started working.

"Welcome back Cindy." Vox's voice said. I grinned.

"Hello Vox. I need some help. Is Jimmy's hypercube still here?" I asked. There was a pause.

"No." the computer said. Really?

"Who took the Hypercube?" I asked.

"Master Jimmy." It said. Okay so Jimmy must of taken it, meaning its lost forever.

"When exactly did he take it?" I asked. Another pause.

"Yesterday at 11:10 Pm." It said. My heart started pounding hard. Jimmy was alive?

"Vox do you have any video footage from 11pm till about midnight?" I said, feeling anxious.

"Yes."

"Am I authorized to view it?"

"Yes."

"Vox please play me the footage." I commanded. Jimmy's screen lit up again with a video. "Now, play it in fast-forward till we get to about 11:05." I said. The video started fast forwarding until I saw someone fall into the room. I couldn't see his face yet. "Vox, please slow down now." I said. The video suddenly went to its own speed. I held my breath. Then I saw it. The face belonged to Timothy. Timothy shouldn't know about this lab, or rather he shouldn't have known last night. He shouldn't know Jimmy's code either. I watched Timothy search around for the Hypercube and then he stopped for a moment looking up at the computer.

"Vox, This is Jimmy Neutron. Please reactivate your system." Timothy's voice said.

"My system was reactivated when you entered your lab Jimmy. Welcome home." The computer said.

"Thank you Vox it is good to be home." He said.

I couldn't help to gasp. So…Timothy was really Jimmy? But Timothy said Timothy was his real name.

"Vox, please pause the video." I said. The video stopped. "Vox, how do you know this was Jimmy?" I asked.

"Master Jimmy seemed to have forgotten his password, and instead used a DNA sample." The computer voice said. My throat tightened. Why was Jimmy lieing to me then?

"Thank you Vox. Please erase this data of me being here." I said. I wondered why Jimmy hadn't stopped me from going to the lab when he knew I knew the password.

"As you wish. Data is erased." The voice said. I nodded and went to the exit. Right, it was time to get down to the point right now. I sped up to the surface and quietly crept up the stairs. I snuck a view into his old room and saw him using the hypercube. I barged in without knocking.

I glared at him and shook my head. "You're not really Timothy Taylor are you?" I spat angrily. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and shock, and then looked down at the cube.

"No." he said slowly.