Buttercup arrives in a taxi-cab. Her choppy raven head of hair has been shaven to a buzz-cut, and her strong tan arms are inked with busty broads with bedroom eyes, a roaring tiger and the names of her sisters scrawled in her signature chicken scratch across her inner wrists. She's decked out in a biker girl ensemble; leather body suit and matching boots a testament of her badassery. She continues to appraise her childhood home - unchanged, except by the hands of time that manage to chip the paint of the red door and flood her with sweet and sour memories. The smash of glass and splurge of jelly on tarmac jolt her back to the present. She twirls around with her fists clenched and raised, ready for battle.
Bubbles is crying. Her long blonde curls are swept in a loose, lefthand side-ponytail, the tips kissing her rosy cheek like desperate lovers. Her dress is just as short and sweet as her herself; a pastel pink and strapless.
Buttercup seems to be awestruck, and she struggles to even stutter: "My...th-the necklace..."
Bubbles drops the other grocery bag she'd had been stretching with her superhuman strength she manages to restrain and runs into her found sister's open arms. Buttercup extinctively wraps her tensed arms around her sister and laxes, in a warm hug.
"You've finally come back!"