Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

Note: Yes, this is a sequel. I suggest reading Unforeseen Disaster first. For everyone else, just to recap: Cathy and Chris have finally escaped the attic with their child and now the story continues...

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I finally saw the train looming up in the distance. The ramshackle tin roof and rotting bench didn't look that much different than the last time I had seen it.

The familiar scenery didn't do much to calm my beating heart though. Part of me wanted to get as far away as possible and yet a second part of me wanted to go back and murder momma while she was still passed out in the attic.

I couldn't lie to myself though. I could no easier walk back to mansion than I could walk to the moon. I was lucky to be standing. My predicament did nothing to stifle my anger though. Momma would pay for leaving Chris and me alone in attic for so long, for taking the twins away from us.

Suddenly my heart went cold. The twins! In my hazy mind I had almost forgotten. Where were they? I turned to Chris who was hushing our child while looking out for the train.

"Chris?" I asked as I sat down on the bench heavily.

"Yes, Cathy?" He answered, still looking out for the train.

"What are we going to do about Carrie and Cory? We don't even know where they are," I sighed, as I felt tears start to form at the thought of the twins.

I looked up at Chris, and tried to meet his gaze, but he looked away. He wasn't telling me something, I could tell.

"What happened, Chris. Do you know where they are?"

He nodded and suddenly I smiled. But my happiness was short lived. The dark look he still possessed made me shudder.

"Where are they Chris?" I asked, starting to get a bit hysterical as I stood, once again to try to meet his eye.

"Why didn't you tell me where they were before-" But I had already figured out the answer on my own.

My breath caught and only then did Chris look up again to meet my eyes. And then I knew.

"They're dead, aren't they?"

Chris looked down and suddenly my anger flew up again.

"Damn it, Chris! Stop protecting her, momma Murdered them didn't she? She got them sick or something, Didn't she? It all makes sense, now. How could I have not seen it?! How could you have not seen it. We were so stupi-"

"Stop it, Cathy!" Chris yelled as he looked at me, tears streaking down his face. He looked so defeated.

"I don't want to remember what I saw, Cathy. But yes, they are dead. And I will not rest until momma pays for what she did. But right now all we can do is wait for this damn train, get on it, and try to stay alive long enough to tell someone what happened. Or would you rather walk back to the mansion now and pass out on the way?!"

I sat back down on the bench. Now feeling as defeated as Chris looked. He was right of course. My righteous anger would get me no where. If I truly wanted to ensure that momma suffered, I would have to regain my strength.

Neither of us knew what time it was and had no idea when the next train would arrive. Chris sat down next to me on the bench, still holding our child. The bundle in his arms confused me to no end. During our stay in the attic, I suppose I had never really truly comprehended what it would be like to have a child. Both Chris and I were usually more worried about figuring out a way to escape, survive, and somehow find Carrie and Cory along the way.

Now, that I was face to face with the being that I had brought into the world, I felt surprisingly empty. Weren't mother's supposed to feel more for their children? Even momma, I remembered, was ecstatic when she came home with the twins. But all I felt when I looked at my daughter now was a blank void of emotion. And if I tried to feel something for her, I only felt a sense of loss and a warped impression of jealousy.

I had decided in the forest to name her Corrine, to help me to never forget what had happened in the attic.

But if truth be told, I could have named her anything and she would have reminded me of everything that had happened just as well. Her mere existence brought back everything. I was reminded of momma as she looked lovingly down at my child. How long had I wanted her to look at me like that and was denied? I was reminded of Chris and how his possessiveness had caused her existence in the first place. I felt trapped.

Was this how momma felt when she had decided to murder her children, I wondered. But no, I stopped myself. Momma was only being selfish and cruel. I, on the other hand, had just not developed any feelings for the baby yet. The two situations were completely different. I would come to love my child, with time I knew. And until then I would do my best to protect her.

I don't know how much longer Chris and I waited. The sound of the train approaching broke us out of our reverie. The conductor looked at us rather warily, but once he saw that we would be able to pay for our tickets, he stepped aside to let us board the train.

Chris and I took turns holding Corrine while the other slept. We stayed on the train for several hours before our stop came up.

By that time I felt even worse than before, the fatigue of the past day was really starting to catch up to me. Chris and I hurriedly bought a second pair of tickets. This time, for a bus heading south to Florida, like we had originally planned.

The bus moved along at a steady pace and I quickly fell asleep. I was woken up regularly by the other passengers leaving or new ones coming on.

Luckily most people avoided the seats around Chris and I. Then, just when I had started to think that Chris and I were invisible, a large woman came to sit next to us. She had a nice smile, the first thing I noticed about her.

After she sat, she looked over at Chris and I. We smiled back weakly, not really in the mood to be too polite.

The lady didn't seem to mind though and she continued to look us over. Her eyes sparkled when they rested upon the bundle in Chris' arms.

She held her arms out, silently asking Chris if she could hold the child. I looked at her warily, why wasn't she speaking?

As if she seemed to read my mind, she reached into her voluminous clothes and pulled out a small pad of paper and a pencil.

She quickly jotted down a note and handed it to Chris and I to read. It said:

"Hello, my name is Henny.

I'm on my way back home from visiting my children. Both of them are grown, but I do miss them being children. You have such a beautiful little child, may I hold them? If you look at me and respond, I'll be able to read your lips."

I finished reading the note and looked back up at the woman named Henny. Apparently she was deaf. I nodded at Chris and said 'of course' as I looked back into her warm brown eyes.

She smiled and reached out again for Corrine. This time, Chris allowed her to take the baby.

She smiled as he cuddled the baby close to her, softly cooing to the baby. Corrine slept on, oblivious to it all.

After a moment, Henny's smile turned to a slight frown. She reached down and gently stroked the baby's cheek, but still Corrine remained unresponsive.

Henny turned back to look at me, a worried look in her eyes. She handed Corrine back to Chris and once again whipped out her pad and pencil.

"I am no doctor, but I think something may be wrong with your child. She's not breathing very deeply. However, I do know a doctor. He's my son of sorts. I suggest you come and see him, perhaps figure out if your child is all right."

Her words made me cringe. I looked at Chris worriedly. He looked back up at Henny and asked,

"How much, does this doctor cost?"

Henny smiled and starting writing again.

"My doctor is a good doctor. I don't think he would mind helping you two, you seem as if you need it." Henny smiled warmly again.

I looked down at our poorly fitting clothes and looked around to compare it to the other passengers. Henny was right, we did look as if we needed help.

I looked back at Chris. Should we go to this doctor of hers? Heavens knew we needed help and we were far enough away from Foxworth Hall now, in my opinion.

Chris looked back at me, I could see he was tired. Dark circles were still visible beneath his eyes, despite our naps along the way.

"We have no where else to go so far, and this lady seems nice enough," I told Chris. He nodded and bowed his head.

He looked back at Henny.

"That sounds like a good idea. Thank you for your help."

Henny nodded and smiled as she wrote another note.

"No need to thank me. Now, my stop isn't coming up for a while, so you two just rest and I'll wake you when it's time."

I smiled back at Henny. It was so nice to meet someone who seemed genuinely nice at heart after such a long time.

After a moment I turned to stare back out the bus window to let the rhythmic hum of my surroundings to lull me back to sleep.

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A/N: o.k. well there you have the first chapter! Sorry it took so long.

Anyways, I have two possible scenarios for this story and I can't decide which one to choose. So I'm going to ask you, the reader.

1st idea: Cathy ends up becoming even worse than her mother in her quest for revenge, not a very traditionally 'happy' ending

2nd idea: Follows more of the book's idea for revenge. Still not really 'happy' ending, but much better than the 1st one.

So tell me which one you would be most interested in reading about? Just let me know in your review. I know they're both vague but I don't want to give anything away.

Well you know the drill, happy reviewing time and thanks for reading!