AN: Hello everyone~~ so yeah, back with another update for Wonderfully Impossible. (This title, though . ) Also, this is a new account (for personal reasons I made a new one) so yeah...

And yeah, it's been a while (though I've started a new story…yeah….) but hopefully this doesn't seem too stilted, and fair warning, Meredith won't exactly be arriving in the game just yet in this chapter, but remember constructive criticism welcome, but before we get to the chapter, I do NOT own any properties/titles mentioned in this pieces, all rights reserved to their proper owners.

CheesiepiegirlP: Hey~ please forgive the long gap, but thank you~ couldn't pm you But yeah, maybe it's because the two sequels have um more meat/material/characters to work with, so to speak? But thank you~

Part I:

This should not be this hard. Reasons for transfer, hmm, well let's see…

That should be obvious, I needed to take a year off but I also decided I wanted to live closer to home so the cost of gas wouldn't force me to have to sell my organs. Okay, I put this off for too long, I should just fill the application and, boom, done. Wait, not there would be proofreading, editing my resume, and okay it's defiantly time for a break. Maybe a quick snack could help me focus. My stomach agreed, if the thunderous rumbling was any indication. If I was lucky I still had some chocolate left. Or bagels. With raspberry jam, boost my energy.

Well, even if there weren't any bagels, at least there was still some more cereal left. Note to self, pop out to the store right after shift tomorrow. Hopefully, I would be able to leave a bit early, maybe have time to head library, yeah, maybe just read a little, do some research, print out essays. No, no, no! I slammed my hands on the table, the bowl almost careening off the edge. Why was it so hard to concentrate? Forget all this, I should just relax and maybe just sleep. Yeah, things will look better once I've spent a few hours unconscious.

As soon as I finished cleaning up, and quickly gathering essentials, I readied myself for step one of operation: dreamland. The timing couldn't have been better; looking in the mirror revealed a pitiful creature with baggy eyes complete with bleary red eyeballs which served to complement the deep hazel, with a somewhat tangled mop of frizzy, auburn-brown hair. Yeuch. My skin seemed a bit crepe around the eyes while my lips were chapped as hell. Well, at least the bag I brought in has some lip balm; I'd just have to triple layer for the night. I'd have to comb my hair some other time and just wrap it up until tomorrow.

". -Ith?" I was being shaken. "Meredith, come on, it's time to get up." Nooooo. It couldn't be. "Mere." Nooo couldn't be morning already. One peek told me the awful truth, however. My mother was standing right at my side, although, strangely enough she wasn't wearing her work uniform. "Hey, Mom…" I acknowledged her either a yawn and was all set to go right back to sleep when, "Meredith? It's almost 3:00. How long did you stay up last night?" Wait, really? "Ummmm…. what year is it?" And, where was my phone? Damn, did I forget to plug it in? Hope not. "Another all-nighter?" Mom asked. Uuugghh, I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. "Kind of. Trying to get some work done on that application, and when that plan fell through I just took a shower and watched TV until I fell asleep."

Yeah, that's right, it was all coming back. Mom patted my shoulder. "Honey, if you need to take a break, you have a couple of months, you don't want to stress yourself out." I shrugged, "Maybe, we'll see. But, anyway, what'd I miss?" Probably, nothing, but hey, couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Oh, you know the usual, an earthquake, an alien invasion''" I cut her off with an epic pillow to the face. "Ha-ha. I'll stick with the Internet. " Well, I was awake now, time to at least fix myself up a little. Finally managing to pluck my phone from the abyss of my sheets, I hurried straight for the bathroom. Yeesh, 8 missed calls from Mom, a couple texts Dad, too, asking if I was awake. Oops. At least I was off today, which had to count for something.

All right, got my face cleaned, moisturizer on, hair somewhat combed and in a decent ponytail; now I was ready for a day of binge watching and more chocolate. Or rather, I was, until Mom swooped in with the idea of me heading out to the store to grab her some pie and some extra cases of water. Secretly I think she just wanted to claim the couch so she could have first dibs for her shows. Nevertheless, I grabbed my keys marched to my car and went cruising for adventure. With any luck it wouldn't be too crowded, but at least it wasn't overbearingly hot.

Now if I can just find a semi-decent parking space…Oh come on! She definitely saw me waiting for that spot!

-Wonderfully Impossible-

Finally, I can relax. Furthermore, I was right, Mom sequestered the remote for herself, but at least I could watch YouTube on my phone. Scrolling though my recommended, only a couple caught my eye, but they ate up nearly 40 minutes, and that was time I didn't have to worry about that application. Ahhh, and now I remember I thought it was so cool to be a grown up when I was little. Guess what, past me? Adulthood came with taking a year off before college for a retail job to save some money, bills, losing touch with friends and I sighed.

Maybe my mother was right, I needed a break from everything school-related. Let's see; my cousins were visiting soon, they were close to me in age, so wed have some interests in common at least, we could hang out. There was a carnival coming soon, and if I managed to lose the fat roll I had somehow acquired –ahem- maybe a trip to the beach. Nah, not the beach; too much sand and sun. Especially, too much sun. My plan is to at least spend a good chunk of vacation indoors unless it was for work or whenever the it was necessary.

Just n case, better not say it aloud, though, don't want to jinx it and have Mom sign me up for any classes. But, maybe I could take a walk and clear my head for a bit?

-Wonderfully impossible-

"Hmm, Hmm…hmm." I swung back and forth; a bit self-conscious but it just because I was already 20 years old, meant I was too old to be on the swings, right? Not like I was skyscraper height. Please don't let anyone say anything to me.

Moving on, my walk took me past a park and I couldn't help but let my feet guide me to the swings. Only a couple of kids were there, challenging each other on who could swing the highest and I had to smile. I could never do the stunt where you'd jump from the right angle and land right on your feet. No, I was perfectly content to just swing higher and higher, daydreaming myself in other galaxies or flying amongst the sky. Like a superhero. Yeah, Super M. Champion of justice. Whoa, wait, where'd that come from? That sounded vaguely familiar. Come on, what was that? It'll bug me all night if I don't catch, argh, no come back you pesky little thought! No, I couldn't trap it in time. A hopeful glimmer of an image then it proofed right into the abyss.

Note to self: Be sure to look up that phrase, maybe something'll pop up. Maybe I can post it online and see if anyone with a better memory is able to find what my mind refuses to grasp. Buzz. Buzz. Wonder it that was Mom or a notification. Possibly the former, I don't think I left a note or anything saying where I went. Yep, it was Mom. Wru? Oops. Went for a walk, at park, be home soon. Time I headed back anyway; I was getting hungry and a bit tired.

-Wonderfully Impossible-

"Hey Mom?" I asked, rummaging around for a box of pasta. "Hmm?"

"Do you if there was a show I watched when I was little, a superhero show?" Mom looked up from her laptop. "I think you watched a few. Mostly X-men and power rangers. For awhile you liked a couple shows on Cartoon Network, but I that's what I remember." I was nearly knocked over by the wave of recognition. How di I forget Cartoon Network? Granted I didn't really watch it that much as I started high school, especially during the last couple of years. But I remember my sister got me interested a Batman cartoons as well and what else? Come on, brain, and work with me.

"Mom, do you remember any other shows I used to watch? Or, if I used to play pretend superhero or anything?" Mom pondered a few moments before shaking her head. "No sorry, honey, but I do remember that you got into video games for awhile. Used to spend hours every weekend and summer vacation you could when you weren't too busy on the computer." Aww, bummer. But, I did have to agree with the video games. I wonder if I had any of them lying around in the attic somewhere. "Do you think they're still in a box anywhere?" Please, please, please say yes.

"I think so, maybe somewhere in the basement, but don't hold me to that." Yes, now we were getting somewhere. Granted it wasn't absolute, but better than nothing. "Hey, I'll take it. I can look after dinner." Hopefully this time I wouldn't burn the noodles too much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Wonderfully Impossible~~~~~~~~~~

Hnm, some clothes, an old karaoke machine, a couple of board games. That's another box down, two more to go. Rooting around, this box yielded some more, socks, very old art assignments from junior high, and wait, what's this? Plastic-y, but hard material, could it be? Pulling it out, my heart jumped with triumph. It was, whoa, whoa, Kingdom Hearts. Whoa, whoa, I definitely remember this? In fact, I remember dreaming a kingdom hearts adventure when I had a fever, and the commercials. Oh the commercials. Disney plunged into its own universe with I think…well, I think it was another game's universe.

Okay, definitely going on YouTube to look that up. Maybe it was on a retro site. Gingerly placing the game aside, I reached in, hoping for more results. Other results included a Barbie game, spyro, and hang on, …Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy. Oh, frigging crap, yes. It was coming back to me.

I remember, my sister and I would play sometimes alternating who would observe the other playing I set it aside; time for a replay for this one; just had to dig out the console from my dad's office.

Scratched. Should've seen that coming. The Kingdom hearts disk was okay, but of course the Jak and Daxter one was damaged. Going online, I was able to find a few play-through and commentaries I liked, and I even rediscovered the sequels, of which only the first I scarcely played. I'd have to order both sequels as ell as the first game. Some overtime would be able to make up for that, right? Found a collection that wasn't too overly priced, and was all set to order, only stopping to decide over the shipping. Overnight or regular? Regular, it was a video game not a textbook, and they were perfectly expensive on their own.

With a confirmation and a message giving me almost week estimation for delivery, all I could do was sit back and wait. In the meantime, the Internet waits~~.

AN: So yeah, short chapter and well, how was it? Guys? :') Seriously though, comments? Constructive critique? Next chapter hopefully will have a quicker pace, but until next time. ~