A/N: I didn't want to be that author who revised her story in the middle….but here we are. I hope you enjoy the revisions. They're all meant to make the story clearer, as well as focusing on the pairing that I had eventually chose for this story. As always, please R&R, my lovelies.

P.S. Shout out for prety my first favorite and follow! Hope you're still with me!

Merilwen- Rose, Peredhil- Half Elf or Halfling, Tinu- Daughter

~They haunt me when I'm asleep. They don't leave me alone when I'm awake. Tonight I will be stronger than the demons. They wait for me to fall into their land. Where they make me believe anything they say. Sleep is overrated Nightmares are underrated. Just a couple of hours until the battle is won. I will not let you take over tonight. Tonight the demons will have to dance alone. I will see the moon until it stops shining. And I will hear them Calling my name. Asking me to dance the dance of Death. Tonight my demons will have to dance alone.~

Rosa groaned. "Oww. Son of a-" her words were consumed by another gasp of pain as she rolled onto her back. She stood, careful of her aching body, and brushed the dirt and leaves from her clothes. Where the hell am I?

Rosa looked around. She was standing the the middle of a forest. This definitely doesn't look like Piers Park…. Or any other park in Boston for that matter.

The trees were tall and the branches twisted towards the sky, as if trying to escape from the earth. The thick roots stretched outward, easily seen atop the ground before they dug deeper into the earth as if in a constant battle with the branches. The leaves were wide and bright with colors of Autumn, colors she rarely saw in the city. She brushed her fingertips across the bark, it was soft with moss. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees, bathing the forest. She gaped, it looked magical. Rosa turned about, looking for some sign of a clear path. She heard the chirping of birds, and the soft rustle of the leaves as small animals foraged. It was all so surreal, in all her travels she had never been in a place where nature seemed so peaceful and untouched by man. Part of her expected a bulldozer to come from nowhere and tear it all down to put a condominium in its place.

Remembering her bags, she paused her inspection, picking them up from the ground. Rosa ran the events of the past two days through her mind, trying to remember how she had gotten here and why.

~Two Days Earlier~

Rosa yanked her keys from the lock, kicking the door shut as she dropped her bag on the floor. She shuffled to her room, and collapsed on her bed, not bothering to take her clothes off. It felt like mere seconds had passed when her alarm went off, sounding the start of a new day. She raised her hand, slamming her palm onto the small button with much more force than required. She rolled onto her back and scooted to the end of the bed. Why does morning always come so soon?

She placed her feet on the ground as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The silence of her apartment accompanied her to the bathroom, where she took a much needed shower. Her hands shook as she washed the shampoo from her hair.

It was your fault.

She squeezed her eyes shut. The hot water tried to wash away her tensions, and failed. You're the reason that he is dead. Rosa sunk to the floor and sat under the spray of the shower head for nearly thirty minutes. He could be alive right now. You could have saved him. The water melded with her salty tears.

*BUZZZZZ*

She groaned. "Just a minute!" she shouted at the unexpected - and unwanted - visitor. Rosa pulled herself to her feet, letting the water wash over her face once more before turning the knob and stepping out of the shower. She carefully wrapped a towel around herself and put on her slippers before shuffling, begrudgingly, to the door. Rosa peeked out and saw no one, but there was a letter on the ground. She grabbed it before retreating into the safety of her bedroom. She hurriedly rummaged through her drawer, pulled out an oversized sweater (strictly for wearing at home), and tugged it over her head. After Rosa sat on her bed, she began to inspect the letter. It looked old; the paper was stiff and thick. There was an intricate wax seal on it, and on the other side someone had carefully written her name.

Rosalva Aislinn D'Ambrosio.

Rosa peeled open the envelope, carefully keeping the wax seal intact for further inspection later, and pulled out the letter inside. It had the address of the Boston public library and the words:

254 Librum Arcanum

What the hell does that mean? She thought about it for a few more moments before coming to the conclusion that whoever had left her this note, wanted her to read this book. Well, that's not cryptic as fuck. She stood and began dressing herself for the day in long black dress pants, a silky button down blouse and her long black coat. Before she had even finished putting her shoes on she received a phone call.

"Yes?" she said impatiently.

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning? No hello?" Jane said, her voice thick with sarcasm.

"No. Now what do you want?"

"Just called to tell you, because I am such an amazing friend, that you left your bag here last night." Rosa looked over her shoulder for her bag and saw it on the floor.

"Uh, No...I didn't."

"Well there is a bag right here in your office with a note on top of it with your name on it."

Rosa groaned, wondering if the bag and note had anything to do with the one she had received earlier.

"I'll be right in." She quickly hung up and threw her phone in her bag, grumbling about how this was supposed to be her day off.

Rosa arrived at the hospital, and walked quickly to her office. Sure enough, the note on top of the bag was written in the same handwriting. She hastily opened the envelope, reading the two words on the note: Take this.

This is ridiculous. She opened the bag and glancing inside she instantly recognized what it was filled with. She walked out of the hospital without so much as a word or nod towards the coworkers that greeted her on her way out. She was careful to keep out of Jane's sight as she exited the hospital, rushing to her car. Rosa tossed her bags into the passenger seat, simultaneously turning the keys in the engine as she shut the door.

She walked into the library with both bags, and asked a clerk to get her the book written on the note. It didn't take very long, but she was even more confused once she got the book. None of this was making any sense. She looked at the cover of the book; it looked ancient. She was hesitant to even touch it for fear that it might fall apart at the single turn of a page. The book looked to be covered with real leather, the words were neatly printed at the top; Librum Arcanum. She turned the page of the book to find amazingly colorful pictures depicting a scene of two people. One woman dressed in white, and a man in black. There was blood covering the hem of her dress and the man was draped across her lap; dying. The next picture showed the woman holding her hands above the man, a bright light coming from them. Rosa looked at the words beneath the picture but could not understand them. She brushed her fingers across the four words: Tolo dan nan galad.

She tried to say them aloud. "Tolo dan nan galad"

The words seemed to glow at the sound of her voice. Startled, Rosa slammed the book and looked around to see if anyone else had seen or heard it. Pull it together, Rosa! You're going crazy! After taking a deep breath, she left with the book and returned home before she dared read any further. Rosa flipped through the pages looking at the detailed pictures, and tracing the words with her fingers.

She awoke strewn across her bed - again fully clothed - with the book open on her lap. She closed it, and put it in her bag before rushing out the door. She heard the crunching sound of a paper and lifted her foot. Another damn note. Rosa picked it up and read the words, they glowed brighter than the words from the book had. She had to close her eyes, and within seconds was overcome with the feeling of falling. The ground came at her with startling speed, the air forced from her lungs as her chest collided with the ground, her arm crushed beneath her.

Rosa groaned, "Oww. Son of a -" she gasped. Then stood, brushing herself off. Where the hell am I?

~Chapter One~

Rosa sighed, she now remembered how she had gotten here but was completely confused as to why she was here, and had absolutely no idea where here even was.

This is just wonderful, I'm lost...or dreaming?

After a couple pinches and a few moments of contemplating the chances of this being a dream she gave up on the idea and started walking.

Guess any direction is as good as the other...since I have no fucking clue where I am or where I'm going to!

The same forest that had her in jaw-dropping awe just minutes ago was now the major point of her frustrations, she had tripped over a large root and fell into a particularly muddy spot in the woods all within the first five minutes. Her appreciation for nature was at an all time low. She did her best to wipe the mud from her face, but as for the rest of her, it didn't matter. Rosa was sure that she looked like a crazed hobo in the woods. She laughed at herself, Great now even if I do get found by someone they'll take one look at me and run. She kicked rocks, was pulled by branches, and stumbled over roots for what felt like hours before she heard someone else in the forest with her. Her face flashed with emotions; surprise, hope, suspicion, and finally rested with caution. She ducked behind a tree and waited for the person to get closer, before reaching into her bag for a gun.

She peeked out and studied the man. He had shoulder length brown hair, which looked like it hadn't been washed in a good long while, but his clothes were far dirtier. He wore a long dark coat over a cloth shirt and pants, with dark boots that matched. He had a sword sheathed at his hip and a quiver full of arrows slung over his shoulder. She guessed that he had been in the woods for quite a while, but was confused at his clothing. Was he in some sort of renaissance faire? He looked towards the tree where she was hiding and she nearly swore aloud.

She ducked behind the tree again and tried to calm her breathing. Her mind desperately searched for any explanation but found none. She slipped the gun back into her bag and stepped out from behind the tree with her hands up.

"Uh...Hello there." He stared at her as if assessing her threat level. After his eyes flicked over her, they darted back down to her clothes. Confusion spread across his face before his eyes met hers again. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ro- Aislinn. My name is Aislinn. Who are you?" She shivered despite herself. The cold of the forest had begun to seep through her clothing, leaving goosebumps across her skin.

He watched, wondering why she did not wear a cloak, which brought him to question her clothes entirely. He had never seen a woman wearing such clothes, and did not recognize her accent, and no woman in her right mind would be out wandering in the forest alone. He came to the conclusion that she was not from around here.

"What are you doing in this forest?"

Rosa tried to keep her frustration to a minimum even though he was blatantly ignoring her question. "Walking." She frowned, knowing her tone betrayed her, but continuing anyway. "Who are you and how far is it to a road to civilization?"

"You may call me Strider. We're not near any roads. The closest road is the one that leads to Bree."

Shit, where's that? "Bree..?" she said slowly, that sounds...familiar.

"You must be lost indeed," he smirked.

Recognition lit up her face. That's where the hobbits go to meet Gandalf! Hells bells! I really am in Middle Earth! "Could you take me with you, please?"

He ignored the fact that he had not said whether he was going there or not and replied with a courteous, "I will take you to Bree, it is not far."

She sighed with relief, she was so ready to be out of this forest. "So how long will it take to get to Bree, a few hours, a day, maybe two?"

Strider nearly laughed at the idea. "A fortnight."

"A fort-...Two weeks?" So much for getting out of this forest.

Darkness had fallen by the time they stopped to rest and eat. Rosa was having difficulty keeping herself from shivering. Of course, the one time I don't wear my coat is the time I get transported to another world, where I need it most. Rosa laughed at herself for even thinking that. Yeah, I'm crazy. Strider watched her with curiosity before standing and handing here his cloak, "Here, take this."

Rosa looked up, "No, it's yours. I can't."

"You need it more than I do." As if to prove his point, she shivered again. She didn't bother disputing it, instead she took it and said, "thank you," before walking away to sit on a log.

After nearly an hour of not falling asleep, she gave up the tossing and turning and just laid there quietly. As she was laying there she heard Strider start singing. She couldn't understand the words, but after a few moments she recognized the tune. She smiled sadly. He must miss her. It didn't take long before his words lulled her to sleep, and she didn't resist.

XXX

Rosa grabbed her bag from the backseat and rushed to her unit. They were huddled around the wounded, they had pulled him from out in the open and were hiding behind a flipped Humvee.

"Italy, do something!" Ace yelled. Normally the nickname bothered her but right now she didn't care. She was focused on her work. A nearby explosion rattled the vehicle and she did her best to still her shaking hands.

"Get me something to stop the bleeding with!"

"Italy, you better hurry it up, they're right on our asses!"

She put pressure on the wound and tied the cloth around it as tightly as she could.

"Stevens, you're gonna be fine. I need you to be brave. This is going to hurt but if you don't wanna lose your leg, or your life, then you have to work through the pain okay? Can you do that for us?"

Stevens nodded. "D'Ambrosio, I don't think I like Afghanistan much." He choked out a laugh and Rosa gave him a sad smile.

"Mills, Booker, get your asses over here and help Stevens back to the M99 and don't get shot in the process."

Rosa tried to wipe the blood from her hands but it wouldn't come off. Suddenly she was standing in a pool of blood.

"Rosa, Help me!" Ace called to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she searched for Ace.

"Ace! Where are you?"

She was running as fast as she could but it felt like she was going nowhere. Everything started spinning and she collapsed on the ground, the blood covering well above her wrists. When she opened her eyes Ace was lying in front of her.

"Ace," She grabbed his shoulders and gently shook him, "Ace! Johnathan, open your eyes!" She squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to believe he was dead.

When she opened them she was in her bed. She tried to move but felt an arm around her.

"Mmmm, Rosa, stop moving." Ace groaned, as he pulled her closer to him. She smiled, feeling deliciously warm, and breathed in the smell of him. God, he smelled good.

"Johnathan, I need to get up." He squeezed her tighter. She wiggled against him.

"Nuh uh"

One arm slid underneath her as he pulled her on top of him, she tried to resist but failed miserably. He moved her so she was straddling him and rested his hands on her thighs. She put her hands on either side of his head and kissed him, "I have to go."

"Oh no you don't." He flipped them so he was above her. He pressed his hips into hers and gently rocked them back and forth while he kissed her, as if trying to coax her into staying. Rosa moaned softly and wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back with more passion, battling for dominance.

It took all her self control to pull away, "I really do have to go." When she swung her feet off the bed they splashed into the same pool of blood. She looked around and was no longer in her room. She was alone, surrounded by Johnathan's blood. Rosa screamed.

XXX

Rosa awoke with a start.

She was sweating and couldn't keep herself from shaking. Her body ached from sleeping on the ground, and her head thrumming with a splitting headache. It was just a dream.

The little voice piped up, Yeah more like a nightmare.

She groaned. Shut up.

She sat up and tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths. She wrapped the cloak around her shaking arms. Rosa sucked one last breath in as she raked her fingers through her hair. She felt both wrists, grappling for a wristband to put her hair up with. Above her, the sky was a pale blue, dawn just barely brightening it. She was startled by how clear it was. No pollution, no city smaug. It was pretty.

"We should get going," Strider said, tugging her thoughts away from home.

Despite her best efforts, Rosa was still shaking as she stood and pulled her shoes back on. Strider was already up and swinging his pack over his shoulders. He was never rude to her, but his attitude was distant, at best.

They continued traveling in silence. It was nearly an hour later when she stifled a yawn. She was tired and extremely bored. She started humming The A Team and when he said nothing she sang the words to herself.

Strider looked back at her pointedly. "Must you do that?"

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be quiet."

They continued on and Rosa attempted to make conversation. "So, why are you going to Bree?" That was stupid, I already know the answer.

He was silent, after a couple minutes she sighed, very audibly, and grumbled, "Oh, you know, just going to the Prancing Pony so I can brood in the corner and find out if Frodo really does have the one ring." She had barely said it loud enough for her to hear herself, yet while she was speaking he slowed and stopped. Rosa hadn't noticed and walked right into his chest.

"What the-

"What do you know of the one ring?"

Rosa stepped back, feeling uncomfortable, "Uh, that it's very shiny?" He seemed completely unamused at her attempt at humor. Well, this is awkward. She cleared her throat, "I know that it's dangerous."

"And?" He seemed to be able to tell if she was lying. Easily.

"And that there is only one way to destroy it. That there was a war, and it was lost to the world of men...and elves...and, well, everyone." She had been staring at the ground whilst saying it, and was feeling very uncomfortable.

"Where do you hail from?"

Rosa shifted uncomfortably, "Not from here."

"Are you from Rohan or Gondor?" He watched her every move and reaction to his words, she recognized them but he knew that she wasn't from either. Strider was testing to see whether or not she would lie.

"Neither. I, well, it's far from here." She peeked up from the leaf she had been studying and looked in his eyes. He looked surprisingly calm. Then he turned and continued walking towards Bree. Rosa stood for a few moments, utterly confused. She ran to catch up and walked beside him, "Aren't you going to ask me if I'm a liar or if I'm some sort of spy?"

A smiled ghosted his lips. "No, I don't believe you're lying. And if you were a spy I could hardly expect you to tell me if I asked."

Duh...that was stupid.

They continued walking. The days following were just as boring, if not more so. They hardly spoke to one another, and she would lay awake and listen to him softly sing before falling asleep. She would hum a tune during the walk until he quieted her, and then she would complain of her feet hurting.

"Ara- Strider?" she asked, walking next to him.

"Yes?"

"Where are you from?"

His eyes took a far off look and he smiled, he face returned to its normal expression quickly, "All over Middle Earth."

Rosa almost groaned out loud, she had been trying to keep a conversation going with him for nearly two weeks. He would either not respond or would give a vague answer before remaining silent. Congratulations, Aragorn. No one has ever been so successful at avoiding my attempt to get to know them.

That night she climbed over and sat beside him while he was singing.

"You miss her." It wasn't a question, she felt for him.

He heard the tone of her voice, understanding. He looked at her and gently said, "You should be sleeping."

"Yeah," she said, disappointed. She wandered back over to her bedroll and climbed under the covers. Her body had become accustomed to the hard ground, but her feet were still adjusting. She laid awake staring at the sky. "Strider?"

"Yes?" he replied calmly.

"Will you keep singing?" He smiled and turned away.

"Strider?"

"You need to sleep."

"I know, I know, just... do you plan to leave me as soon as we get to Bree?"

"Sleep," he continued singing and all too soon Rosa was fast asleep.

XXX

Rosa stretched herself, it was the first night that she didn't have a dream or a nightmare. She started to stand and found that sleeping on the ground was really not agreeing with her. Ugh, my everything hurts. I didn't even know that could hurt this much. She rubbed the small of her back, and grounded.

"We'll make it to Bree today, right?" she asked, hopeful.

"Yes. We've made good time. There should be plenty of time for you to take a bath if you should wish to. Then we need to find you some clothes that are less," he looked her over, "conspicuous."

Rosa looked down at her clothes and felt slightly offended then she realized he was actually talking to her, she smiled, "Feeling talkative this morning, are we?"

Strider tossed her a questioning look. Rosa shrugged, "You've hardly said that many words to me this whole time, let alone in one sentence."

"Being quiet is best in the forest." Well that's a cop out if I've ever heard one.

"Silence is golden," she mumbled.

As they approached the gate Rosa pulled the cloak tight around her so that no one could see her clothes. It was an easy feat being that Aragorn was much taller than Rosa. Strider knocked on the large wooden door. After a few moments an old, weary man opened a panel. It was large enough for his face to be seen and nothing else.

"What be yer business?" He questioned staring at Rosa. She shifted uncomfortably. The man's eyes then traveled from her to Strider. "Ah, Longshanks. To the Prancing Pony? Butterbur will be glad yer back."

Rosa blinked at Aragorn, 'Longshanks?' she mouthed. Unsurprisingly, she received no response. He simply turned his attentions back to the gatekeeper. "Yes, my sister and I will be going there."

Rosa nodded vehemently when the man's gaze fell back on her. He unbolted the large door and let them through. Strider guided her closely to the Prancing Pony. He talked to the man, Butterbur, and sat her a table in the corner placing a mug in front of her before saying, "I will return quickly. Do not move from this spot."

Rosa looked expectantly at the mug and brought it to her lips hoping for some form of strong alcohol. When the liquid touched her tongue she made a displeased gurgling noise.

Water...really? She sighed, could this trip get any worse?

Strider returned with a package, and helped her up, guiding - bordering on pushing - her up the stairs to change her clothes. "Here, change into this."

"What is it?" She looked at the package with disdain.

"Clothes befitting a woman." She snorted. That's what I thought.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Strider gave her a look that said, 'do I really need to answer that?'

"Fine. Give it."

He handed it to her and waited outside the room. After she bathed, and shaved (significantly harder feat without her trusty triple-bladed beauty), she ducked behind a screen to change. After a few moments of wrestling with putting the corset on herself - because there was no was she was asking Aragorn, King of Gondor, to help her put on a corset - she came out from behind the screen. "Strider?"

He entered the room and she did a quick spin, even curtsied with an impish grin.

He nodded approvingly, and they returned to the table in the corner. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, and began smoking his pipe. After a couple of hours of just sitting, Rosa began feeling unsettled. She didn't like just waiting. She was about to stand when she heard the Hobbits' voices. A smile broke out on her face, finally.

She turned to Strider, "So, what now?"

"Patience."

"Yeah, yeah… patience is a virtue," she grumbled. She stood walking to the bar, "I'd like a pint of ale, please." Butterbur looked at her strangely, a woman asking for ale? Rosa quickly realized this and smiled as sweetly and innocently as she could manage. "For my brother."

When he turned to get it for her she smiled to herself, happy that it had worked. She returned to the table with her drink, and smiled triumphantly at Aragorn. She sat down next to him and followed his gaze.

"Sam, he'll be here. He'll come." Frodo said, trying to reassure him. Merry walked over and sat in front of them.

"What's that?" Pippen asked, amazed at the size.

"This, my friend, is a pint." He smiled and took a sip.

"It comes in pints?! I'm getting one."

Sam looks at Pippen, "You've had a whole half already!" He turns back to Frodo and gestures to Strider and Rosa, "That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we've arrived."

Frodo walks over and asks Butterbur, "Excuse me, that man and woman, in the corner, who are they?"

"He's one of them rangers; they're dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I never heard, but 'round here he's known as Strider. The girl's his sister. Don't right know 'er name."

Frodo nodded, "Strider."

The next moments seemed to pass in a flash as Rosa watched the events of the movie unfold before her. While everyone in the inn gasped at Frodo's disappearance, she lifted the mug to take a sip but Strider's hand came down across the top of the mug, slamming it back down against the table. "Come."

Rosa trailed behind Strider, feeling uncomfortably similar to a dog. Strider picked up Frodo, slamming him against a wall, "You draw far too much attention to yourself...Mr. Underhill." He pulls Frodo into the room and Rosa silently follows them.

"What do you want?" Frodo asked.

"A little more caution from you... that is no trinket you carry." Rosa practically snorted, no kidding.

"I carry nothing," Frodo lied.

"Well, that's a whole lot of powerful nothing you've got there." Rosa said sarcastically.

"Indeed." Aragorn said, agreeing with her. "I can usually avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift."

"Who are you?"

"Are you frightened?" Strider asked, Rosa grinned to herself, at least its not just my questions that he ignores.

"Yes," Frodo answered, honestly.

"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." The Nazgul, ringwraiths.

"Bad juju" Rosa mumbled.

Frodo jumped and Strider deftly drew his sword. Sam, Merry and Pippen poured through the doorway. Sam had his fists raised, Merry wielded a candlestick, and Pippen a chair.

"Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!"

Strider sheathed his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips, while Rosa burst into a fit of giggles.

"You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that alone won't save you," he turned to Frodo, "You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're coming."

XXX

Rosa shifted in her bed, it wasn't the best but far better than anything the ground had to offer. She smiled, happy to be both clean and warm. Across the room Sam, Merry and Pippin slept in Striders bed. The only ones up were Strider and Frodo.

"What are they?" Frodo asked.

"They were once men," Strider glanced quickly at Frodo and then turned back to the window.

"Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness and now they are slaves to his will."

Strider looked away from the window as the Ringwraiths galloped down the streets of Bree. He turned towards the hobbits, his face lit faintly by the glowing embers of the fire, "They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living or dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring...drawn to the power of the one..they will never stop hunting you."

Rosa thought she would never fall asleep but the sound of Aragorn's voice softly telling Frodo of the tale of how the Nazgul, ringwraiths, came to be, lulled her to sleep.

XXX

Rosa had the odd feeling of floating, the water was cool yet refreshing. The current pulled her down the stream.

"Rosalva, lost one, come to me."

Rosa looked into the distance trying to find the source the voice. She was in a field, one she had never seen before. It was beautiful, with colorful flowers surrounding her. She brushed her fingertips across the grass, it felt softer than any other grass she had felt. Towards the edge of the field was a forest. She walked to it and found a path. The trees of the forest blocked out all the sunlight but there were glowing lights, as if stars were in the trees around her.

After walking a ways she found a woman in white, her arms open wide to her. When Rosa got closer she noticed that she was no mere woman, she was glowing with an ethereal light and was too beautiful for words.

"Merilwen, it's okay. You're safe now. You're home." The woman was beautiful, she had long auburn hair, and bright blue eyes. She wore a sparkling white dress that flowed gracefully as she walked. She smiled at Rosa, "My little peredhil, you must be brave. Do not run from your destiny. I have not left you, my tinu."

Once Rosa was enclosed in her embrace, she looked up at the woman, "Mama?"

A/N: How's that for a cliff hanger? Muahahahahhaaaa!