ELLIOT ◊ CARSTAIRS The lights of the party lit everybody's skin up with dewy glows that varied, according to their skin tone. For Elliot Carstairs and her sister Ethan, the lights dyed their skin a light rosy complexion. Elliot was pretty surprised that the partythrower, a jock named Lance, could afford actual disco lights for his typical Saturday-night house party. Ethan had complained the whole way to the party, but Elliot had insisted she come along. Elliot and her friends Bronte and Briodie had been invited to the party because they were pretty, popular girls; Ethan was here because Elliot had made her be here. Elliot felt that her identical sister didn't get out enough and decided to change that. She knew the reason Ethan didn't go anywhere; because everyone thought she was crazy. Sure, she was a bit out there, but Elliot was determined to change that. Well, she would change it if she could find her sister. One minute, Ethan had been practically glued to Elliot's side, and the next, she was nowhere to be seen. Elliot couldn't find her friends, either. Where had everyone gone? Elliot shook her head in disgust at her friends' and sister's antics and decided to step outside. There was a bonfire in the backyard, which had been deserted -- What an obnoxiously large safety hazard, Elliot thought. She stepped towards it and, under closer inspection, Elliot found it to not be completely unoccupied. An Asian boy stood on the other side of the flames, wearing a dark jacket with his hands in the pockets. "You haven't seen anyone else out here, have you?" This seemed like the kind of place Ethan would disappear to. "I'm looking for my sister -- we're identical. Have you seen her?"