Matthew had to confess he had really missed his Emma Elizabeth. He hadn't really talked to her since Wilona was born. Looking back, he feels guilty, because he had totally stopped training her and being with her because of Wilona. Emma must of thought Wilona had taken her place, yet she hadn't.

"So at the wedding who's the flower girl? Me or Joni"

"Joni." he merely said while the driving. The warm early September sun meant they could but the hood of the jeep down. Pryce could see from the corner of his eyes, even if he was wearing sunglasses that Emma was giving him a deadly glare. "Your the Maid of Honor." he merely grinned. She merely leaned back in the seat a proud smile on her face. Her dark brown pigtails were flying in the wind. Her jeans, and bright green tank top seemed for some odd reason to accentuate her eyes.

"And who's going to be your best man" she asked turning her head to her watcher. He was wearing a sort of gray blue short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.

"Wren, you know that."

"But I mean what about Luke and Wilfred. Who are they going to be"

Matthew stopped for a question not sure.

"Luke is going to be the ring bearer, and Wilfred will be..."

"Hmm" she said cocking an eyebrow.

"Wilfred, will hand your sister to me."

"Oh..." she said getting quite. "That thing, with the father walking the bride down the aisle, and giving her to the groom." she whispered.

"Emma I'm sorry I"

"Nay, it's ok. Good thinking Pryce." she murmured obviously faking her smile. She merely stared out the window and Matt and her fell into a comfortable silence.

They drove for a good hour or so in a comfortable silence, passing small town. With large fields, cows, and woods. They continued to drive until they came to a small farm called "Buperts". He pulled into the farm and parked.

Emma had never actually been ON a farm before. Pine green was a small town, yet it wasn't a farm town. It was a farm, yet they also sold apples, homemade jam, tomatoes, and ECT right upfront in a small opened space store, near the house. The warm smells of ripe apples, and seeing some orange pumpkins already starting to form calmed her from her original nervousness. They entered the log cabin like store, and they walked up to the counter where a kind woman was chatting with one of the locals.

"Can I help you" asked the woman at the counter looking up.

"Yes, I'm looking for Robert Buperts," said Pryce. She immediately looked up in shock at his British accent. It's obvious they don't have any people with accents around here.

"Robert passed away...4 months ago."

"Oh...I-I'm sorry." he said sadly, partly for the woman and partly for himself.

"If they're anything else I can help you with"

"No it's ok thank you," he merely whispered as he left the store.

"Chin up Pryce we'll find some help." said Emma cheerily.

"Yeh, I'm sure we will. Come on lets go see the goats." he merely smiled.

"Goats" asked Emma arching a brow. He gestured to the field the there left. There was a large open space of grass, and then the cornfield. She walked into the large open space and looked to her left and saw a small pin of goats. Some babies, others obviously well aged.

"Uuuh Pryce...what do goats eat"

"Corn, apples, little 10 year old girls." he said casually.

"Ok go-wait a minute" she said hitting him playfully in the arm and he chuckled. Emma just stared up at him.

"What" he asked as they walked over to the goats.

"You did an Emma chuckled."

"So"

"You haven't chuckled in a while...I just miss it that's all." she said sincerely.

"Me too Em's, me too." he merely sighed as he walked over to the goats who in fact didn't eat 10 year old girls yet young men in their 20's. Or it least attempted to eat their shirts.


"So who's this Robert guy"

"He owe's me one. I saved one of his goats."

"What" she asked arching a brow?

"It's complicated, but the goats used to be good wizards turned into animals by a demon. He defeated the demon, yet was trying to find a way to turn them back." he said casually as he sat at a picnic table by the "Hawaiian Snowball Stand" which Mrs. Buperts says was the best place to get ice cream, and to hurry because unlike the other places it is only open in the summer.

"Huh, poor guys." she said taking a bite of her chocolate ice cream with Reese's Peanut Butter Cup chunks in it.

"Yeh, but we still have a problem." he sighed taking a spoonful of his cherry and root beer flavored snowball.

"Ewe how can you eat that" she quivered.

"I like it." he shrugged.

"I stick to the good old Reese's and Ice Cream." Matthew merely chuckled, and the pair merely locked eyes after he did it for a moment and smiled.

"So what happened last night Matt" asked Emma as they got into the jeep once more. He whispered once more.

"I woke up...went to the kitchen...got a knife...went upstairs...was about to slice Wilona in half when Liz stopped me. She picked up Wilona and I pushed her... she hit the wall, yet Wilona was ok... what ever happened it stopped...I realized what I did...backed into the wall...and then you came." he merely explained. "I would never hurt your sister Emma," he said pleadingly.

"I know Pryce..." she sighed. They drove on, trying to get help or gain control over the god named Shadow.