Bonnie looked at the clock. Five minutes to five. Her father would be walking through the door any moment. She had spent the last two hours getting lectured by her mother. Pitch had walked in halfway, though her mother seemed no longer able him. He silently supported her during the tongue lashing.

When her mother seemed to get a second wind, Mrs. Clyde let out a frustrated sigh, one hand on her forehead, looked straight into Bonnie's eyes and said, "You can tell both me and your father when he gets home, Bonita," before turning sharp and walking away.

"But-" Bonnie tried to get some words in but her mother was already gone. She got up from the couch and began pacing in front of the fireplace. "This isn't good. Not good at all..."

Pitch caught her shoulder and spun her to face him. "How could it possibly be worse than when you faced those dogs to save that rabbit? Not possible," he said, kissing her forehead.

Bonnie smiled. "Thanks. You always know what just to sa–"

"Papa's home! Where is everyone?" Mr. Clyde's thick Irish accent called from the door. His smile turned when he saw Bonnie sitting sullen on the couch, and his wife stomping angrily towards him. "OH buachaill, what happened here?"

"Sean, Bonita has some explaining to do," Mrs. Clyde said, ushering her husband into the living room.

"Bonnie lass, what did you do now?" Mr. Clyde asked, crossing his arms as he sat.

"Well, I don't even think you would believe me…" Bonnie replied, sinking down into the recliner.

"Try me, lassie," Mr. Clyde said, smiling at his daughter.

Bonnie inhaled and began her tale. She explained how she met Pitch all those years ago, how she had befriended him and, eventually, fell for him and how that had led her to meeting the Guardians. She gave a very brief telling of the battles and trials they had all just faced before continuing with, "After that, we—Roxy and I, that is—were summoned to North's workshop since Manny had said that we were to be the newest Guardians after Jack. I'm the Guardian of Innocence. I'm not sure what Roxy is yet…" Bonnie finished, daring to look at her parents.

"Bonita, have you gone loca?!" Mrs. Clyde asked, bolting from her spot on the couch. "You sound estúpido–"

"Carla, enough!" Mr. Clyde said, rising as well to stop his wife. "Bonnie doesn't sound crazy or stupid. I believe her."

"What? You honestly believe her?" Mrs. Clyde asked.

"Aye, I do," Mr. Clyde responded, going to Bonnie's side. "Our little girl wouldn't lie to us about something like this. I can see it in her eyes."

There was a tense moment. "Mama, you really don't believe me?" Bonnie asked, feeling tears starting to form in her eyes as she met her mother's eyes.

"Oh Bonita, I want to, chica…but it sounds rather made up," Mrs. Clyde replied.

Bonnie groaned. Part of her knew they didn't fully believe her story, even her father. If he really did then he would see Pitch, his dark hair shaking in mutual disappointment. Of course, it would help if the old shadow would move out of the corner. She tried to signal him to come out, but he refused to budge.

Despite Pitch's reluctance to help, it did give Bonnie an idea. She turned her face away and walked to an open part of the room. Willing the change, she morphed into her Guardian form, glowing wings and all. She heard gasps from her parents at the sight of their glowing daughter. Bonnie turned around to find two different reactions.

Her mother was panicking and searching around the house. "Bonita? Bonita, darling, where are you?!"

"Mama, I'm right here," Bonnie said, to no avail.

"Bonnie?…" She turned to face her father. His green eyes were wide open with shock while his red beard grew thin from how wide his jaw hung open.

"Mi amor, what's wrong?" Mrs. Clyde asked. "Where is our daughter?"

"Da…" Bonnie said, stepping closer. "Can you see me? Really see me?" From the corner of her eye, she could see Pitch look up at the scene.

Mr. Clyde rose from his seat and approached his daughter. His questioning eyes never left hers. She could easily see the confusion in his stare as he came closer, his steps hesitant. Reaching out his hand, he gently cupped her cheek. Bonnie held her breath.

A smile grew and Mr. Clyde nearly choked to prevent the tears in his eyes from falling. "Bonnie…you're…"

"I'm a star, Da," Bonnie replied, letting herself fall back into normal.

"Bonita, where did you come from? How did you do that?!" Mrs. Clyde shouted. She was pale and looked ready to collapse from the stress.

Mr. Clyde chuckled and turned back to his daughter. "Somehow, I think your mama's gonna need more convincing, don't ya, lassie?"

"How do you think we should go about it?" Bonnie asked.

"Oh, ya let me handle her, Bonnie lass. Give me tonight and will see what the day brings," he said. "For now, ya just worry how your mother will be once she understands. Besides, we have one more thing to discuss, bhean óg."

"Oh?"

"There's the matter of that Pitch fellow ya said you're datin'. I'm not caring who he is. Boy, fear boogie, unicorn, or whatever. I need to meet any lad wantin' to date me daughter before much longer, ya here me lass?"

"Oh defiantly," Bonnie beamed. She turned to invite Pitch over but her brooding beau had disappeared. Coward… she thought before turning back to her dad. "Umm… How about I invite him over tomorrow night for dinner?" she offered, earning a nod from both parent. She smiled. "Great, I'm going to go to my room and give him a call before I call Roxy, alright?"

"Call after dinner, Bonnie lass. If my nose is correct, your mama made burritos," Mr. Clyde said, entering the kitchen. "Those need to be eaten."