It has been years since she and her remaining family left the country, after her mother had tried to murder her and her older sister and created a media frenzy over the death of her older brother. Since than life this town had been a tainted memory, full of pain, misery and depression for the remaining Simpson family.

All but a few ties have been severed, the ones that can not be cut was buried deep mental repressions and denial.

It was no true surprise after the news of Marge Bouvee' Simpson's demise that no one really wanted to her funeral, ether bad blood (Lisa) or business related terms (Homer). But there was one Simpson that wanted to go back, not for her insane mother's funeral.

Instead she was returning to Springfield for answers.

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My name is Maggie Simpson, at this moment I'm leaving the local church that was holding the funeral for my mother. I promised myself after all of the horrid things she had done to me and my family I wouldn't cry, I was just going to keep a stone face and sneer down at her cold blooded face. But I cracked and broke down, in that coffin was the mother I knew before she lost her mind and killed Bart, my brother, and beat me for what I am.

Slipping behind the wheel of the rental I got at the airport I let everything out before placing the car into motion, there was some things I have to get from the metal ward where my mother was committed to.

With a deep breath and a cleared head I press down on the gas peddle than merge into traffic. I took note that how Springfield stayed the same even after all these years away with a few exceptions like Moe's is now Barney's and the hospital that Dr. Nick once worked is now a starbucks, at a intersection I nodded at this cabbie that looked like mayor Quimbe.

I finally made it to the Ashraven mental hospital and went up to Dr. Suni Dispastion's office, there was small box on his desk waiting for me. The entire process was sign in and sign out for me to get my mother's last earthly objects.

There wasn't much inside except for a few paintings that was done with watercolors, a few items of jewelry and a small letter saying "I'm sorry".

Lingering for a moment looking over the items, mainly the watercolors of something that looked like a monster, I set the car in motion and headed for the place that all of this madness that started.

The building on the outskirt of Springfield.

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The building itself was in worse shape than when I remembered it last, but of course time will do that to things.

I slid by the fallen door, which it fell down with a loud crash, and looked around the darkened room that was once the guest hall. The walls was covered in graffiti and various spots I didn't want to identify, the floor was very badly rotted in areas.

To the left and right of me were doors that lead into a long hall way that would lead to the guest rooms, before me was a door that lead to a private quarters of the previous owner. With a sigh I went back out to the car, in the trunk I had some camping gear I bought from the near by convenice store.

Setting everything up and took out the most important items for this little mission, a pen, a paper tablet and a small 35 MM camera.

Tomarrow morning when it's a little more light out I will find out what do my dreams mean.