A/N: This is another addition to my Naruto Fanfics about my OC Taylor Hatake with my big sister's OCs. This was an unexpected story but to try and get my creative juices flowing again, I began randomly writing something down and then this story spawned from the depths of hell. Now, it's going to be something interesting and I can't wait to finish it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I do not own Coushander Hatake, Harou Nekai, Dalzen Morino, Hoseki Kano and idk if Saru will appear, maybe he will, but I also do not own Ryouma 'Saru-Shin' Hatake. I do, however, own Taylor Hatake!

Genre: Is there a genre for misadventure? Because that's what this is. LOL.

Summary: After a huge battle outside the village, Sakumo is exhausted and passes out and 6-year-old Taylor Hatake has no choice but to leave him and run back to the village for help. However, Taylor never makes it back. She gets lost in the forest and trips, finding herself in a different time—the time her grandfather was a child, and 6 months after her 12-year-old self entered the past and left. Getting to see his great-granddaughter again makes Coushander happy, but one day when Harou said he'd come over, he doesn't and even Coushander begins to worry where Harou was. No one knows, however Kakashi and Sakumo do—Harou is in their time. What is going on? And what is causing these strange happenings?

Chapter One
A 6-Year-Old Taylor Hatake?

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It was a dark, dreary night in May in the forest outside of Konohagakure. Rain continuously poured from the sky, soaking through the clothes of those who dared to tread through the rain. By morning, there was a dense fog hovering over Konoha, creating an eerie scene and gave a mysterious feel to the early morning hours. However, the rain the previous evening didn't stop a battle from breaking out in and outside of Konoha. Nothing stopped the battle. No one knew who attacked, but whoever it was left with their tail in between their legs as they were defeated mercilessly by the Konoha shinobi.

But something was wrong. Sakumo Hatake didn't know what was wrong, but after his battle he was panting and scared to death. This was the first time he'd been attacked while his 6-year-old granddaughter was there with him and he had no idea how he would protect her, but he somehow was able to protect her while fending off the enemy. She stayed on his shoulders the entire time, and she did not sleep the entire night as her grandpa fought. When morning came, the enemy fled and Sakumo was able to breathe a sigh of relief. He stood still as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh god, I'm so tired," he panted.

Taylor climbed off her grandpa's back with a white bear in her arms and the tiny shinobi made her way to stand in front of him.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" she asked sheepishly.

He looked at her, "Y-Yes, sweetheart. I'm fine."

"Should I go get Daddy?" Taylor asked, clutching the bear tightly out of fear.

Sakumo looked at her and before he could speak, he closed his eyes and fainted. Taylor made a high-pitched 'EEK!' and panicked.

"Grandpa?! Grandpa?!" she squeaked.

She bent down and shook him, "Grandpa! What's wrong, why aren't you waking up?" Tears immediately filled her eyes, "Grandpa...!" She looked around. She actually had no idea where in the woods they were, and with the fog she was disoriented. Without thinking, she took off in a direction she thought would take her back to the village or even to her father. Someone! "Grandpa, I'll be back with Daddy!"

Taylor made her way through the thick, muggy air and the dense fog, trying to find her way to someone she knew. The humid air made her hair cling to her face, which was wet and dirty from being out in the rain and muck. Soon, Taylor found her legs were tired and eventually she tripped and fell over a large tree root, the bear she was still carrying flew out of her arms but somehow, she was unaware it happened. As a 6-year-old and just fresh out of the academy shinobi, Taylor was still very intolerant of pain and so when she fell and twisted her ankle, she gave a loud cry of pain.

It took a few minutes, but when she sat up she tried to get back up again but her ankle forbade it with even more pain. She looked around and blinked pained tears from her eyes. No one was there, her ankle was hurt and she couldn't walk. No point in calling for Grandpa though, he was unconscious.

Tears kept coming. She knew she had to get Daddy but she had no way of getting him now and she was scared Grandpa would die. The 6-year-old shinobi found herself crying. She knew she shouldn't cry but in this situation how could she not?

Soon, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she was startled out of her crying. She turned and looked, seeing a man about as old as her grandfather if not older. He was about average height, maybe about 5'11". Taylor couldn't tell for sure. The man seemed to be wearing an old Konoha messenger's uniform and he wore all black except for his sandals and his hitai-ate which was tied on his left arm. He had very short, sandy brown hair and very light-grey eyes that gently gazed at her, studying her features. He almost looked like he recognized her but since she wasn't good at reading expressions yet, she didn't know what the expression actually said.

"Hey, what're you doing out here all by yourself, little one?" he asked in a gentle voice.

Taylor swallowed hard, "Who're you?"

He smiled, "Harou. Nekai Harou. And you, Miss?"

Taylor fell quiet, nervous about a stranger. But, he seemed friendly enough. Maybe he was a friend of Grandpa's. She blinked away another tear and rubbed her face.

"Taylor. Hatake Taylor," she answered with a sniffle.

"H-Hatake? You don't mean...Coushander had another child? Oh! But how?!" Harou was shocked.

"Yare-Yare, Harou," came a voice only familiar to Harou. They looked up and saw another man— a man with jet black hair, ebony eyes and surprisingly tall and definitely handsome. His expression was serious but his eyes showed some playfulness, whatever passed as playfulness for this man as Harou knew him very well and knew him to not be very playful. "Sakumo is at it again, eh?"

"Dalzen!" Harou exclaimed. "Can't you tell that this isn't Sakumo, but rather this is a young lady?"

Dalzen Morino hopped down, "A young girl? And her hair is messy and silver too..."

"She says her name is 'Taylor Hatake'," Harou said. "But I don't recall Coushander having more than one child."

Dalzen's eyes widened, "You mean that she's back from the future?"

"What?" Harou raised an eyebrow and stared at Dalzen with confusion. "What are you talking about, you lunatic?"

Taylor looked up at Dalzen with her piercing-blue gaze and Dalzen gasped.

"Oh no way!" he muttered in disbelief. "She's Taylor...but not the same one we met six months ago. This is a much younger Taylor."

Taylor and Harou both stared at Dalzen in confusion. Dalzen shook his head, "No way, I can't believe it."

"You mean she's been here before?" Harou asked.

"Yes and no," Dalzen reached down and scooped up Taylor to hold in his arms. "You see, back in November, she came from the future but she was 12. We tried to keep it secret from you, Takato, and most everyone in the village and well...it worked. Until now. But this Taylor is a much younger one. Taylor, how old are you?"

Taylor held up five fingers on one hand and one on the other hand.

"I'm 6," she said.

Harou stood up with his hands on his waist.

"So, she's a future Hatake heir?" he asked.

"Oh my," Dalzen gave a wry laugh. "Boy, you could say she's a Hatake heir. This child takes after her great-grandfather!"

He suddenly felt Taylor squirming in his arms and she buried her face in his chest.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Dalzen asked.

"It hurts!" she cried.

"What hurts?" Dalzen asked, confused.

"Um, look at her ankle," Harou pointed and Dalzen looked, realizing he was hurting her injured foot, obviously twisted. She started crying again and Harou panicked, "Dalzen!"

Dalzen panicked, "Uh! I saw Kano at Coushander's, let's go there!"

"She's all dirty," Harou pointed out as they rushed out of the deep woods.

"Well, Kano'll give her a bath then," Dalzen muttered.

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When Sakumo finally came to, Kakashi was crouched right over him shaking him awake.

"Dad. Dad. Wake up! Taylor's missing!"

Sakumo groaned softly, "What do you mean? Didn't she come find you?"

"No," Kakashi glared. "What happened?"

Sakumo tried to sit up but Kakashi held him down.

"Kakashi..." Sakumo grunted. "You idiot, let me sit up."

"Not until you tell me where my daughter is!" Kakashi growled.

"Kakashi, I have no idea where she is," Sakumo coughed. "I thought she was going to get you because after our battle outside here, I fainted. Kakashi, let me sit up! God damn, boy."

Kakashi let his father sit up and Sakumo put his hand on his head, wincing heavily. He looked up at his son, looking more than hurt and Kakashi realized that it wasn't Sakumo's fault.

"Are you okay...?" he asked.

"Absolutely not, especially now that I know my granddaughter is missing," he grunted. "Can you help me up, Kakashi?"

"Sure..." Kakashi helped him up and Sakumo stood up slowly but once he was standing, he wasn't about to fall back down. "What do we do?"

"We need to search for her," Sakumo told him.

"You're hurt though," Kakashi pointed out.

"I don't care," Sakumo said. "We need to find Taylor."

"If you're sure you're up to it," Kakashi sighed.

"I have to," Sakumo grunted. "Please..."

Kakashi relented, "Fine. Let's go."

Sakumo stood up and they began their search for the missing youngest Hatake, whom little did they know was in the past...scared and surrounded by strangers and hurt.

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Dalzen knocked on Coushander's door, still holding a little Taylor, who was really uncomfortable from pain and because she didn't know the person holding her. Harou was still, at this point, questioning Dalzen's sanity. From the future? Dalzen must've hit his head somehow and hit it very hard because even the genjutsu master wouldn't believe such a thing...or would he?

Harou crossed his arms and looked at the little girl, still burying her face in Dalzen's chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. Dalzen readjusted his hold on Taylor as the door opened with Coushander peeking out, looking confused.

"Well, uhm...who did I manage to piss off this time to merit you and Harou knocking on my door?" Coushander asked.

"Probably God," Harou answered seriocomically.

"Why do you say that, Harou-san?"

"Well, Coushander, why don't you take a close look at who is in my arms?" Dalzen suggested.

"What—" Coushander glanced down at Dalzen's arms and shock filled his mist-blue eyes as the little girl turned her head and looked at him with piercing blue and tear-filled eyes. Suddenly, they heard Kano call from behind.

"Who's at the d—" came Kano as she walked up from behind Coushander. "Huh?"

Coushander reached his arms out to hold Taylor.

"Oh my word! Is that her?!" he asked, startled to see her.

"Sorta," Dalzen responded. "I believe that this is a younger Taylor. Something tells me that she got caught in a time jutsu but since she is 6, she has no clue what is going on." He handed Coushander his beloved great-granddaughter and the elder took her from his arms with care.

"Hey, be careful, her ankle may be twisted," Harou warned. "When I found her, her ankle looked like it was at a funny angle."

Coushander was oblivious as he continued to awe over her. Neither one of them had seen Coushander look so happy in years and it was a surprisingly nice change from him always being cantankerous. Kano looked at Taylor and Taylor looked at Kano, timidness showed in her eyes.

"W-Who are you people?" she asked. "I never have met any of you."

"Oh you will meet us, but for now," Kano smiled gently at her, pointing at Coushander. "This lunatic right here is your great-grandpa Counshander. I'm his wife, Kano."

Taylor looked at Coushander, "Kousa? Kano?"

Kano flinched at her saying 'Kousa', fearing he would get upset at her. Amazingly enough, he just smiled at her and nodded.

"Hey Taylor," he greeted. "How are you, little one?"

Taylor just blinked at them and Dalzen sighed.

"Coushander, don't you think she should get a bath?" he asked.

"Oh my," Kano remarked. "That is true. Coushander, you're getting your white kimono dirty!"

"What? I don't care," Coushander shrugged.

"Wait, what would she even change into after the bath?" Dalzen realized. "My daughter is a few years older than her, she's not even close to Taylor's height anymore. My son is older. I doubt there's any left over clothing from when they were her age."

"Well, I have a 7-year-old," Harou pointed out. "Dura. I mean, he's a boy but...judging by Taylor's appearance, I'm guessing she's not a fan of girly things anyways."

Dalzen nodded, "Oh she does not like to wear anything girly. She's told some stories about when she was little she would refuse to let her father dress her in a dress. Supposedly, he gave up quickly and didn't bother with dresses or skirts anymore."

"Aww," Harou chuckled. "Well, I suppose I'll go get her some clothing. I'm pretty sure there are some outfits he doesn't fit anymore but still has because no one has sifted through his clothing."

"Thank you," Kano smiled. "It's appreciated.

"Yeah, I'll stay here with Kano and Coushander," Dalzen agreed.

"That's fine by me," Harou shrugged. "I'll be back soon."

"Stay safe," Dalzen warned. "we still don't know how Taylor got here. Hell, I don't think she knows either."

"Yeah," Harou agreed. He inclined his head and left. Coushander invited Dalzen inside and Dalzen took that invitation to get out of the muggy air and Coushander gave a wry smile.

"Well, aren't you going to give her a bath?" Dalzen asked.

"Of course," Kano nodded. "What? Did you want to watch?"

"Sure," Dalzen shrugged.

"I'm tired," Taylor suddenly said.

"Why are you tired?" Coushander asked gently.

"Grandpa was fighting bad guys," Taylor yawned. "Entire night...I was on his back 'cause I couldn't go home alone. I can't sleep when he moves."

"Where was your father?" Kano asked.

"Dunno," Taylor looked down, clutching Coushander's kimono tiredly.

"Can you stay awake long enough to have a bath?" Kano asked.

Taylor nodded and they took her into the bathroom for a warm bath. Coushander held Taylor while Kano started the bath.

"Coushander, take off her clothes," Kano ordered.

"Uhm, what about her ankle?" Dalzen asked.

"Yeah," Coushander agreed.

"Oh yeah," Kano turned and held her hands over Taylor's ankle. Taylor looked as a green chakra surrounded Kano's hands and Taylor looked surprised.

"Green chakra?" she asked.

Kano smiled and nodded, "Yep. I'm a medical ninja. You know what a medical ninja is?"

Taylor nodded, "Uh-huh. It's like healing people with chakra, right?"

Kano nodded as she withdrew her hands, "Yes. See? Your ankle should feel better now!"

Taylor moved her ankle. No pain, must be good! Coushander set her on the edge of the bathtub and he and Kano undressed Taylor, with Dalzen watching. Dalzen gave a soft chuckle as Taylor tried to protest by squirming.

"You sure you don't want another one?" Kano asked Coushander.

"Well, not really," Coushander responded. "Sakumo was enough. You saw how well I took care of him..."

Kano shrugged, "Suit yourself."

"Eh, we don't need another Coushander running around anyways," Dalzen agreed.

"I don't know, I wouldn't mind having a kid," Kano smiled. "Maybe they won't turn out like you, Coushander. Perhaps they'll be a sweetheart like Taylor!"

"Hm..." Coushander tossed the dirty clothes aside and he set her in the water. "Alright, child, let's get you clean for your grandpa and dad."

Taylor giggled and started splashing the water.

"Yay! Water!" she giggled. "Chibi Nami no Jutsu!"

"TAYLOR NO—"

All three adults were splashed by her tiny wave technique, and now they were soaked. Coushander and Kano both gave a heavy sigh and Dalzen shook his head slowly.

"I was not expecting that one..." Coushander sighed.

"Well, now we know not to give her a bath," Kano said.

"Yep, she's related to Sakumo," Dalzen muttered.

Taylor looked at them, realizing they were upset that she just splashed them all and her eyes filled with tears, "I sorry!"

"N-No! Don't cry," Coushander gasped.

Dalzen shook his head, "We're not mad."

"We're not," Kano agreed. "Here, Taylor," she reached for some soap and tried to wet Taylor's hair. "C'mon, put this in your hair for me so we can get it cleaned. Cup your hands for me."

"O-Okay," Taylor did what she was told and cupped her hands. Kano poured the soap into her hands and watched as Taylor brought the soap up and pour it over her head. Coushander and Dalzen watched her. She was the same person but not the Taylor they knew, obviously, because she was a little kid. Strangely enough, she looked as if she was a shinobi already. She had a little bit of tone to her arms. How strong was she? Didn't her older self say that she was a shinobi at 6?

"Taylor, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Dalzen asked, curious about her answer.

Taylor looked up, "I wanna be a big and strong shinobi like my daddy and grandpa. I'm already close! I just graduated three months ago. I'm a genin!"

"What's your grandfather and your father?" Kano asked.

"Jounin!" Taylor grinned. "Daddy is a jounin like Grandpa. I wanna be one too!"

Kano reached over and tried to help Taylor massage the soap in.

"Geez, has your father taught you how to wash your hair?" she shook her head.

"No, usually he does it for me," Taylor said. "He stands outside the shower and he rubs the soap in and helps me wash it out."

Kakashi and Sakumo rarely gave her baths since she liked to splash, as Kano, Coushander, and Dalzen got a taste of. As soon as she could stand, they switched her to showers so she couldn't splash them as bad. To help clean herself, Kakashi takes his shirt off and he reaches in the shower to help. He doesn't go in, but he doesn't want to get wet.

"Oh...I see..." Kano nodded. "Alright, let's wash this out then."

Taylor nodded and they washed the soap out of her hair. When they'd finished, Taylor had suddenly turned to the side and that's when Dalzen caught sight of something on her back. He crouched down beside Coushander and he put his hand on Taylor's back to look. Coushander and Kano looked also.

"Dalzen?"

He picked up Taylor's shirt and looked at the back. He was confused as he looked back at Taylor's back.

"Coushander, these are fresh cuts," he pointed at her back. "But...there aren't any cuts on her shirt. All there is on her shirt is blood. I mean, it's a black shirt but the blood isn't hard to see."

All three adults looked at Taylor expectantly but even she didn't know about the cuts. She reached behind to touch them but Dalzen swatted her hand away.

"Don't touch them, kid!" he warned. "We don't know anything about them."

Taylor withdrew her hand quietly and Kano took a look at the cuts.

"Let me heal them then," Kano suggested.

"After it's washed out," Coushander said. "If there's any poison or something, I'd want it washed out."

"Well...washing it won't get rid of it, but I suppose just in case germs got into the cuts," Kano sighed, handing him a cloth and the other soap. He dampened the cloth and poured the soap on it and then washed Taylor's back. Taylor gasped in pain and then whimpered, trying to remind herself not to let it bother her. Dalzen gave an exasperated sigh and he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and he took Taylor by her hand.

"It's okay, Taylor," he assured gently. "Just hold my hand if it makes you forget you're hurting."

She clutched his hand, "But it still hurts..."

"You want to be a great shinobi like your dad, right?" Dalzen asked. "You have to learn how to grin and bear it, kid..."

"Grin...and bear it?" Taylor asked.

"In other words, ignore the pain," Dalzen said. "Your idiot great-grandfather over here seems to be a master at it."

Coushander glared, "Shut the hell up, Dalzen."

"Language," Dalzen winked.

"You should be talking," Coushander grumbled, focusing back on washing her back.

Taylor smiled at them, "My daddy and grandpa curse a lot. I don't mind."

Dalzen sighed, "Go figure."

Coushander washed the soap off the cuts and he looked again.

"Those cuts are really freaky," he said. "I wonder what kind of person they were fighting..."

"I know, that's what I was thinking," Dalzen agreed.

"Me too..." Kano nodded.

"I don't know, but as long as there's no poison I think she'll be okay," Coushander looked at Kano.

"If there is, it's an easy fix," Kano assured.

"Can you heal the cuts now?" Coushander asked.

"Yeah, I could've done it from the beginning," Kano muttered. "There was no real need to wash out her wounds..."

"Well, you never know," Coushander shrugged.

Kano put her hands over Taylor's back and began healing. Slowly, the cuts disappeared and once they were gone, Coushander allowed Taylor to finish cleaning herself and once done, Dalzen grabbed a nearby towel and gave it to Coushander. Taylor stood up and Coushander took her out using the towel while Kano gathered Taylor's old clothes.

"Blood is soaked into her shirt, I don't think I'd be able to get it out," Kano sighed. "Looks like this shirt is completely ruined."

"Not like Sakumo would care," Coushander shrugged.

"No, but I think she would," Kano stood up. "I'm going to dispose of her old clothes. They're just...ew."

"Fine," Coushander shrugged.

Kano stood up and left to toss Taylor's clothing. Coushander roughly dried Taylor off and he spent a good five minutes just on her hair. Taylor shook her head when Coushander pulled the towel from her hair and began drying the rest of her body with as much strength as he could use on her.

"Kousa, will my grandpa and daddy come looking for me?" Taylor asked.

"Hm, well you did say your grandpa was passed out so I doubt he will be able to when he wakes up but I'm sure your father will," Coushander gave a wry smile. "Alright, Taylor, you've been cleaned and dried. Do you want to wrap up in the—" There was a knock at the door, "Well...never mind. Sounds like that's Harou."

They heard Kano open the door and heard Harou and Kano speaking. Dalzen looked up as Harou approached the bathroom. In his arms was a small stack of neatly folded clothes that were too small for Dura, but just the right size for Taylor. He had a light blue, short-sleeved turtleneck and a pair of tan pants. Harou blushed.

"Well, I hope these will suffice," he hoped, offering the clothes to Taylor.

Taylor took the shirt from the top and put her arms into the sleeves and pulling it over her head. Then, she looked at the stack again, then at the floor wondering if Kano kept her underwear. Coushander and Dalzen both looked at Harou.

"Did you get anything for underwear for her?" Dalzen asked. "I have a daughter and even I wouldn't let her go without underwear."

"Yeah really," Coushander agreed.

"W-Well...I-I don't even know what I'd look for!" Harou blushed heavily. "It's not going to hurt her. It's not like she's old enough to have...well...you know..."

"I suppose that's true," Dalzen sighed.

"I'll look for something in case her father and grandfather don't come within the next day or so," Kano said. "Not like I don't know what I'd be looking for."

"Well, you take her into the village then," Coushander suggested, nodding at Taylor. "Well...sorry, but you only have pants to wear."

"That's weird," Taylor commented as she took the pants.

"Sorry," Harou blushed.

She got into her 'new' pants and yawned, "It's okay."

Kano watched, "Oh my. I forgot that she hasn't slept. I'll just let her sleep then."

"Want me to come shopping with you, Kano?" Dalzen offered, being mostly sarcastic.

"Uhm, no," Kano shot him a glare.

"I was being sarcastic," Dalzen pointed out.

Kano crossed her arms, "I'd hope so, Dalzen. The last thing we all need is you to go clothes shopping for a girl."

"You say it like I can't do that," Dalzen pointed out.

"Well, you could but it'd be very awkward," Kano reminded.

"It would..." Dalzen agreed.

"Just, go on," Coushander took off his still-damp kimono and lifted Taylor up into his arms and stood. Taylor immediately rested her head on Coushander's chest and closed her eyes, but then she felt uncomfortable because she didn't have her plush bear with her. She opened her eyes and groaned.

"I don't have my bear..." she muttered. "I dropped him somewhere."

Kano smiled, "I can get you one if you want me to. I'm sure I can find him."

Taylor looked at her, "You'd find Kuma?"

Kano nodded, "What's the color of his fur?"

"White," Taylor answered. "Like my hair."

"Mmm your hair is silver, but I get it," Kano smiled. "White plush bear."

"Mhm," Taylor nodded. Her bear was nothing special, though the one she had was given to her by Sandaime, but other than that there was nothing special about how he looked. But it made her happy, so Kano wanted to bring it back to her.

"I'll escort you to where I found her so we can get that back to her," Harou offered.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Kano nodded. "Thank you, Harou."

"I'll...just sit on the couch with Taylor," Coushander said. "Maybe she'll still fall asleep."

"I'd expect so, she hasn't slept in over a day," Kano said. "She's got to be on the verge of passing out."

"I bet," Dalzen agreed.

"We'll be back within an hour, I hope," Harou hoped.

"Alright," Coushander and Dalzen nodded. Taylor waved quietly at Harou and Kano as she rested her head tiredly on Coushander's chest.

"So, what are you going to do...Dalzen?" Coushander asked.

"I dunno," Dalzen shrugged. "I don't have anything to do really."

"Why don't you go be with your family?" Coushander asked.

"They're at school and Hina's at work," Dalzen said. "It's a weekday, y'know."

"Oh...well, if you want to stay here that's fine by me," Coushander shrugged.

"I'll take you up on that offer," Dalzen grinned.

"I'm sure you would..." Coushander sighed and carried Taylor to the living room and then he sat down on the couch with her. She was staring out into space, tears streaming down her face. She was scared, but for some reason Coushander's warmth seemed to calm her a little. But nothing could keep her from feeling sad because she had no idea where Kakashi and Sakumo were. Was Grandpa okay? And Daddy? Was he okay? The young shinobi had no way of telling, and it made her want to cry. She watched as Dalzen sat down beside Coushander and he looked as if he were trying to think. About what? Who knew. No one could ever read a Morino, something everyone knew. And somehow even Taylor, a 6-year-old girl, knew that too.

When she closed her eyes, she drifted off into a light sleep while Coushander and Dalzen tried to talk amongst themselves about how to get Taylor back.

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