Helen shifted nervously in the front seat of the car. During the entire trip home, Anastasia hadn't said a word. She just looked out the window, even though she couldn't see what was outside. Helen was concerned for the girl, for Georgia had later warned them about how she never left that little corner of the orphanage except every so often when the room got a floor to ceiling clean up.

Anastasia felt the seat in front of her shift again. It seemed the woman was nervous or frightened of something. Turning her head forward, she asked softly, "Is something bothering you, Helen?"

Helen jumped slightly as the soft voice finally broke the tense silence. Arthur chuckled and answered, "Sorry, Anastasia, but we are a little new to all of this. Is there anything you would like to know that we could tell you?"

Smiling softly, she asked, "I am new to all of this as well. May I ask you where we are going? And what is to happen to me? I understand I am to live with you now, but that is all."

Helen sighed in relief and answered, "We are going to the house Arthur and I live in. We already have a room waiting for you. You are going to stay with us until you are a few years older, Anastasia. Then you'll go to a special school where you can learn to live on your own and move around easier. Georgia explained that, I hope?"

Nodding, she said quietly, "Yes, I understand that. But may I ask you to call me Anna? Or Sia, perhaps? That is what all the girls called me back at the orphanage."

Helen and Arthur exchanged looks. They had heard of her being called Anna, but never Sia. The looked at Ana to see her frowning, her eyes staring at her hands.

"Wait. It wasn't the girls that called me that. It was someone. with warm hands, soft as silk. They had the scent of violets. I spilt a bottle once, and the rug underneath was soaked. And it forever smelt of violets. I used to lie on that rug and miss my grandmother so much while she was away." Ana said softly as a memory that was very dear to her flashed before her eyes.

Flashback

Anastasia laughed as her grandmother spun her around and around on ballet shoes that she had brought her. They weren't toe shoes, but still ballet flats. Anastasia had always loved to dance and sing. It made her happy, it freed her from all the rules her parents had on her.

Laughing with her granddaughter, the elderly lady covered Anastasia's eyes with her hands, "Now, close your pretty blue eyes Sia. I have another surprise for you!"

"Oh Grandmother, do you really?" Anastasia asked in excitement before squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Grandmother Gwen smiled and went to her bag placed on the large, tall pink bed. Frowning as she found her gift, she wondered why the room was all done in pink and her grandchild dressed in pink dress and tights, with white Mary Jane's and hair ribbons. It was a common fact Anastasia hated pink and preferred dark and pastel purples and blues. Then she remembered her daughter-in-laws love of the color, and shook her head.

Walking over to her grandchild, Grandmother Gwen placed the delicate silver box in the child's hands before placing the key around her neck, "Now Sia, you can open your eyes."

Anastasia's eyes flickered open, widening and sparkling with joy when she saw the silver box. It had sapphires and amethyst stones placed all along the lid. Opening it, a tiny ballerina with chestnut brown hair and china blue eyes dressed all in blues and purples twirled around and around. The box also could hold whatever trinkets her heart desired to store there. Then she felt the locket around her neck.

Opening that next, she read the left side's inscription slowly, "To my darling granddaughter. Soon, we shall travel together to all of the places in your dreams. Grandmother Gwen." On the other side, was a picture her mother had taken of her grandmother and her sitting at the piano in the parlor, Anastasia with her flute and grandmother at the piano.

Anastasia look up at her grandmother in excitement, "Truly Grandmother? We will go to Japan, Paris, and all of those other exciting places you tell me stories about?"

Grandmother Gwen smiled as she hugged her delighted granddaughter, "Yes, my Sia, my lovely little Sia. We shall go when your mother will allow you to travel."

End of Flashback

Anastasia felt the tears going down her face when she came back from the memory. Helen's hand was over her own.

"Ana? Ana? Oh, thank goodness you are all right! You had us all worried for a second.

Anastasia let out a small smile before whipping the tears off of her face with the handkerchief Helen handed her. "Yes, I am fine. Just remember Grandmother Gwen. The day before the fire, she gave me a jewelry box that's lock could be opened by my locket."

Helen smiled, "Well, maybe someday you will find your grandmother's gift. But for now, we are home."