"So… we… need to… do… what?" Emilie asked the girl sitting next to her at the table. The two of them were sitting around the long table in Emilie's kitchen. Emilie groaned and slammed her head on the table. The girl sitting next to her had a very pained look on her face, while she fidgeted with her hair.

"Rosalind… you're good at this stuff, right?" Emilie asked in a muffled voice, as her mouth was half way smushed into the table with frustration. She lifted her head and rested it in her hand. She looked at Rosalind, who shifted nervously.

"Ah, yes. I-I am. We need to do this together though, Emilie." Rosalind replied, as she pushed her hair behind her ear, then fixed her glasses. "Let's… start, shall we?" She reached for the textbook sitting on the table, then flipped it open. The pages fluttered until she stopped at the page they needed.

"Rosalind… les sciences sont très… stupide." Emilie shifted her head from one hand to another as she spoke. She pushed herself out from the table and stood up, then walked over to the kitchen counter. Her fingers wiggled before diving into round jar of candy sitting on the counter. As she licked her lips, she grabbed a handful of little bonbons out of the assorted mass of them. With her treats in hand, Emilie shuffled back over to the table and plopped into the chair once more.

"Want some candy?" Emilie said as she spilled the candy out on the table, only to pick one back up and unwrap it, popping it into her mouth with no hesitation. "I mabe ih myselp." She chewed on the candy and smiled.

"Ah, no thanks. I can't have it," Rosalind replied, slightly shoving the candy pile towards Emilie, "but regardless, do you think we should be focusing on our project instead of eating? I think it would be a good idea." She picked up the book and placed it in a better position between her and Emilie.

Rosalind readjusted her glasses and took a deep breath. "So, first things first, we need to write the information about the different parts of the system. Then, we make a model, alright?" Rosalind looked up from the page and up at Emilie, her finger remaining on the page. Emilie, with her pained expression, just nodded. Rosalind smiled. She stood up and reached for her bookbag, then pulled out a binder with paper filled to the brim. With the smile remaining on her face, she dropped it point-blank in Emilie's lap. "I am going to mix paste for making the stomach and intestines. I have already prepared a draft of what we should write in that binder, please find it and sort it out how you think would be best."

As Emilie hesitantly opened the binder full of neatly sorted paper, Rosalind grabbed a few more other items from her bag and went over to the kitchen sink. As she concocted a makeshift paste, Emilie pulled out nearly a dozen papers and tried her hardest to sort things out on the table in front of her. Soon enough, all the papers she had chosen were sitting in a messy pile and Emilie had occupied herself organizing the candy she had laid on the table before. Rosalind returned to the table with the paste and laughed at Emilie's efforts as she laid it on the table next to the pile of paper.

"Je m'excuse… I just have trouble concentrating sometimes." Emilie said as she popped a few of the candy into her mouth.

Rosalind's smile widened. "It's no big deal, I understand. Let's maybe try something else then." She picked up the papers and the textbook and moved them towards her spot on the table, replaced them with paper mache materials in Emilie's spot. She plucked the candy from their semi-neat lines and moved them aside. She looked at Emilie, who scratched her nose and tilted her head in confusion. "Don't want to get the candy full of paste, of course."

"Of course!" Emilie giggled. She looked down at the materials before her and delicately poked the paste.

"I'll handle the writing and you can start making the stomach and such," Rosalind said, as she laid out a picture of the digestive system in front of her project partner.

Emilie nodded and smiled. "I think this is a much better way to do it. I'm not really good at the science smart stuff," She started to ball up the newspaper Rosalind had placed in front of her. Before she got her hands covered in the sticky paste, she laid down the crumpled paper shape and tied her long frizzy hair back with the elastic around her wrist, then resumed where she was with a wide smile.

"Alright then, this'll be good." Rosalind said, as she started sorting papers and organizing everything just so.

About an hour later, as Emilie was finishing up the last intestine, and Rosalind was eagerly watching her do so, as her work was done, the sun began to set and the warm light was very visible through the kitchen window. Little Marie Levesque came waddling out of the bedroom down the hall with her blanket in hand, surprised her big sister by tugging on the paste-covered girl's shirt.

"Emi… I'm hungry," Marie cried. Her bottom lip quivered as if she was about to cry. She batted her eyes at her big sister as Emilie turned around to look at her. Emilie reached out to pat her head very carefully, stretching her sticky fingers up so she didn't add to the list of things she had to do that night.

"That's okay, ma petite poupée. Maman won't be home for a while yet, so she left me some money for dinner. I'll go wash my hands and then you, me and Rosalind will go for a walk and get something, okay, bébé?" She smiled at the tiny girl, who in turn smiled back at her. She spun out of the chair and skipped over to the sink, rinsing the gluey substance off her hands.

"Why don't we make something instead? We don't have to eat out." Rosalind suggested. She looked at Emilie curiously.

"Maman says Emi is not allowed to cook things. It turns all black and icky when she does." Marie chimed in. She her eyes blinked in a flutter, the partially toothless smile painting innocence on her little face.

Rosalind laughed, and Emilie walked to her sister and picked her up in the air.

"Hush you, we don't need to talk about that," she placed Marie back on the floor and patted her bum, as she was now facing the hall, "Go put your blanket away and grab your shoes."

Marie ran down the hall and swung a big turn into the shared bedroom. A few seconds later, she emerged once more, her bright smile wide as ever as she leapt at Emilie.

Emilie and Rosalind slid on their shoes and coats and the trio waltzed into the stairwell. Emilie turned around and locked the multiple locks on the apartment door, and they headed down the stairs and through the Levesque's dark and empty store.

The three of them made their way down the streets from Emilie's home, with Emilie wiping Marie's running nose every few minutes. Emilie absentmindedly led them to the cafe where she had been all but a few days ago. When she realized where they were, she groaned. Rosalind looked at her with curiously narrowed eyes, but just shrugged and let it go. She walked over to a table and sat down, and motioned for Emily and Marie to do the same. Emilie hesitantly joined her, placing Marie on the ground next to Rosalind for a moment while she grabbed another chair for her sister.

A waitress came to greet and serve them, and when they placed their orders, there was naught but an uncomfortable silence. Emily was staring down at her folded hands which rested on the table, and Rosalind was watching the pedestrians in the street. Marie was twirling stringy strands of her hair, and occasionally chewing on them and sniffling.

"Emi, are you okay?" Marie asked, poking her inattentive sister, as her face changed to a frown of concern. Emilie jumped, and shook her head as she realized it was just a six year old's finger.

"What was that, ma poupée?" Emilie asked. Marie's confusion was clear, as she had stopped playing with her hair and scratched her nose in a similar manner as Emilie.

"She asked if you were okay," Rosalind replied, "which is something I am wondering as well. Emilie, you've been zoned out since we got here." Her face was very flat and serious, and she chewed her lip as she spoke.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Hello again Emilie."

Emilie turned around to see the tall, handsome young man with sky blue hair from her last visit to the cafe standing behind her. Her eyes widened and her mouth screwed up in mix of fear and confusion.

"What are you doing here Blue?" She asked.

"I enjoyed the food we had here the other day. That cheese was very chewy." Blue replied with a smile. He made a little waving motion to Marie, who was staring at him with a wide open mouth. "Do you mind if I join you ladies?"

Emilie nodded hesitantly as Rosalind motioned towards a nearby chair. Blue dragged it over and gracefully descended upon it.

"Is this a friend of yours Emilie?" Rosalind asked the girl opposite her. Blue smiled and chuckled.

"Sort of… we met the other day while I was making deliveries for Maman." Emilie fidgeted in her chair.

"Oh… how pleasant," Rosalind laughed nervously. She turned to Blue, "Je m'appelle Rosalind. Et toi?" She extended her hand across the table towards the young man. He shook it and smiled.

"I'm Blue, nice to meet you, Rosalind." He looked over to Marie, who had lost interest in him and had returned to playing with her hair. "And who is this beautiful young princess?" He delicately lifted Marie's hand from her face and shook it slightly.

"That's Marie. My sister." Emilie replied before Marie could. Marie giggled and fluffed Blue's puffy shirt sleeve.

"What a kind big sister you are Emilie." Blue said, just as the waitress returned with the three girls' food. Blue declined her offer to make an order. He folded his hands on table and looked back and forth between the three girls.

As they ate, Blue kept Marie entertained, making very strange faces and twiddling another sparkly rock, similar to the one he gave to Emilie, in his fingers. The sparkle kept Marie's attention quite well, as quite frequently, the half eaten fries in her mouth kept falling out as her mouth gaped in awe.

"Emilie…" Blue started, as Emilie and Rosalind were stacking their dishes on the table between them. "... while we're here, do you have anything to ask me?"

Rosalind looked back and forth between Blue and Emilie, very confused by his question, as it seemed out of place to her for such new acquaintances to be in such contact. Emilie slowly shook her head.

"I told you I would call if I needed to ask you anything. I'm fine. Nothing's happened since." Emilie replied.

Qu-est ce que c'est…? What exactly is their relationship? Rosalind's confusion only built as they continued to speak. She decided it best that they return to Emilie's home soon.

Before she could make the suggestion, Marie yawned. "Emi…. I want to go home now… I'm sleepy…" She rubbed her eyes and reached over to tug on Emilie's sleeve. Emilie turned her gaze to her sister and smiled.

"Of course bébé, we can go home," she looked Blue, "if you'll excuse us." Emilie pushed herself from out from the table and stood, walking over to hand the waitress her payment. She returned and picked up Marie from the chair, wiping her mouth as she waited for Rosalind to get up. Blue stood up himself, and pushed in the chairs behind the girls as they walked away from the table.

"I hope to hear from you soon Emilie. Have a good night girls." Blue said as they walked away, Rosalind waving warmly and Marie waving her arms wildly above her head.

As they headed back to the Levesque home, Rosalind cleared her throat to speak.

"Um… Emilie, who… was that guy? You… didn't seem to… like him very much."

"It's… not that I don't like him. He just gave me a very weird gift last time we met and I haven't made up my mind about how I feel about it." Emilie paused to yawn. She was looking directly at the ground in front of her while she spoke, but her hand was once more scratching the top of her nose, this time very aggressively.

"Oh, I see… Well, I hope it all works out, he seems like a kind fellow." Rosalind said, noticing Emilie's demeanor, now wanting to divert the conversation from such a melancholy subject. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and laughed nervously.

All was silent between the three girls walking home, until a scream rang out in the street, giving Emilie a fearful sense of deja vu. She stopped in her tracks and turned around on her heels, and as she noticed the plumes of dust in the air around the corner, a frightening feeling filled her chest. She looked at Marie in her arms and her chest got tight. Emilie took a deep breath, and moved to hand Marie to Rosalind, her hands visibly shaking.

"Is everything alright Emilie?" Rosalind asked, as Emilie's sudden actions gave her a great sense of concern. She took Marie from her and held her tight in her arms, waiting for a response from Emilie.

"Here," Emilie held out a small keychain towards Rosalind, "please go on ahead of me, I have to do something." Her hands were still shaking as the keys jangled and clinked in her hand.

"But-"

"Please. Take Marie home now, please. Please." Emilie begged her. Rosalind sensed the urgency in her voice and quickly nabbed the keys, and started to shuffle quickly down the road towards the Levesque's shop. Emilie took a deep breath, then grabbed the cellphone device out of her coat pocket. Just standing there to look at it for a moment, she touched the screen to activate it. There was a small icon with the name "Blue" next to it, and she shakily tapped it. The phone rang for just a second and Blue picked up on the other end.

"Is that another attack like I fought last time? Because I have a bad feeling." Emilie frantically asked, her voice as shaky as her hands.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Are you going to-"

"I'm on my way, don't worry." Emilie paused and pulled the phone away from her ear for a moment, covering the speaker to take a deep breath. "Blue, I'm sorry about how cold I've been, it just took a bit of adjustment - this whole Pretty Cure thing. I-I think I'm ready to be Cure Maple now."

"That's great Emilie." Blue said with a happy tone. "We can discuss this later, however." The phone clicked off. She quickly shoved it back in her pocket and removed the other device instead. She clicked the cards into place and pressed the button.

"Pretty Cure… changement miroir roulement!"

As before, Emilie's hair changed length and colour, and her clothing was replaced in a flash of lights. She was once again Cure Maple, but still as shaky as she was before transformation. She gulped and began to run towards the location of the attack.

"Le goût sucré de la vie dynamique, je m'appelle Cure Maple!"

Rosalind noticed the flash of lights behind her and stopped, spinning around. She caught a glimpse of Cure Maple as the lights faded from where Emilie was standing mere moments ago. She repositioned her glasses and squinted into them, trying to get a closer look at the scarved girl running away. Rosalind looked at Marie, who was now also looking at Cure Maple running away, then at the key in her hand, before looking back up at Cure Maple's small, distant figure. Something in her gut told Rosalind that she should follow the girl, despite her mind telling her she should just heed Emily's instructions.

Cure Maple reached the scene, where she noticed Blue was standing next to a street post watching the monster thrash around the street. She looked up as she noticed the building slowly gaining a golden sheen. There was a dapper dressed man with a scowl most fowl upon his face. He reminded Maple of a taller version of the Belgian sleuth from her mother's favourite mystery novels. She flexed her fingers and counted to three, giving the brace on her arm spin with each count. She ran towards the monster, which took on the appearance of a traffic light, with its light permanently stuck on red.

Maple glanced down at her feet as she was running to see if she still had her ice skating blades. She sighed with relief when she seen them, as she planned on using them for her attack. Zipping around the monster on her blades, Maple bent her legs to leap. She crossed her fingers and touched them to her lip as she pushed herself off the ground.

Boom! A blast of thick syrup erupted from Maple's wrist as she leapt. It headed right for one foot of the monster. She followed it with another explosive syrup blast to its other foot, before delivering a final blast to its facial area. As Maple skidded to a stop, the gooey syrup began to harden around the monster's feet and face. Quite angrily, the monster tried to remove the substance from itself. Merely being a monster created from an inanimate object, it wasn't too bright, so its first move was to bash itself in the face. It fell very quickly, and with a heavy thud that shook the ground. The ground shaking wobbled the blades under Maple's feet, and they went out from under her.

The mustachioed man lowered himself from the top of the building to the ground behind Maple. He scoffed at her, which brought her attention to him, and she twisted around to look at the man towering over her.

Going against her better judgement, Rosalind ran down the street towards the commotion. She spotted Blue, and looked around for Emily frantically. All the while, Marie was clinging to her very tightly, and she could feel that the tiny girl was scared, as she could also feel tiny fingers digging into her back. As she approached Blue, she seen him smile, with what appeared to be relief. Rosalind shook her head and tried not to overthink it.

"M. Blue! What's-" Rosalind began, before noticing the toppled monster, the girl on the ground and the man standing above her. "What is going on here?"

Before Blue could answer, Rosalind looked back at the girl on the ground. It was the same girl who she saw running down the street in place of Emily. In that moment, it all made sense of itself in her head.

"Is that Emilie?" Rosalind's head snapped back to look at Blue. The expression on her face was almost one of anger, but it also held a bit of fear and concern within it. Blue glanced over at the battle, then back at Rosalind. He nodded solemnly.

"Isn't she in trouble? Do something!" Rosalind cried, her voice shaking. She didn't know Emily that well, as they were only classmates, but the last thing she wanted was to see her get hurt. Especially since the younger Levesque was witnessing it from her arms as well.

Blue held out his hand. "Take this then." Rosalind hesitantly reached to meet his hand with hers. He dropped a small blue stone in it, and clasped her hand tightly around it. Rosalind glanced down at her hand, then back at Blue.

"AAAAH!"

Maple was flying through the air. Since they last paid her any attention, she had stood up to face her elderly opponent, and tried to fight him. However, her inexperience had caught up to her, and with a tap of his cane, he blasted her through the air nearly 100m. This caught all of the three's attention. Rosalind felt Marie's grip around her tighten, and her face burrow in to Rosalind's shoulder. Her hands rolled the stone in her hand, and she slowly pulled Marie from around her.

She held out the tiny girl to Blue, "I'll do whatever it is I need to if you just keep Marie safe." He nodded and took the girl and placed her on the ground next to him, where she clutched onto his hand. Rosalind took a deep breath and looked down at her hand, slowly opening it, as the stone had begun to glow. The light in her hand became another pink device topped with a couple of cards. She delicately picked up the cards and flicked the device open, placing them gently into place.

Rosalind just stared at the cards for a moment, and as the seconds passed, the words came to her mind.

"Pretty Cure… changement miroir roulement!"

Light surrounded her, blinding her. She moved to shield her eyes, but when she opened them, her glasses were no longer there and a feeling of awe filled her. She had never been able to see without them, but somehow, she could see better than ever. A light blue cape billowed around her, and as her hair grew and grew, it twisted itself into a bun, then a braid trailing from it. Rosalind touched her hair, the new style feeling out of place, as she was not one for doing things with her hair.

A long very plain dress of blue and gray wrapped around her, and before she could take it in, it was covered by a darker blue jacket, one that brought to mind all the memories of her grandmother and her old fashioned clothing choices. The jacket was adorned with a bow and a brooch, and her arms with white elbow-length gloves and a small pink gadget on her left wrist. Last but not least, white stockings and a pair of strange boots covered her feet. The new outfit gave Rosalind a feeling of confidence, and she smiled at the look of herself.

As her feet returned to the ground, Rosalind felt a cold breeze. She wasn't sure if it was just the excitement or if she produced it, but in that moment, it felt reassuring - comforting.

"L'écho de glace dans le vent, je m'appelle Cure Frost!" The words gave Rosalind strength. She wasn't completely sure what was going on, but she felt like she could do anything like this.

Meanwhile, the mustachioed man was approaching Maple once more, intending to make a more permanent blow. Cure Frost realized his plan and started to run as quickly as she could in that direction.

"EMILY!"

Frost's hands were held out in front of her, and there was a wall of jagged ice separating her and the man. Behind her, Maple looked up in a daze.

"Rosalind…? Is that… is that you?" Maple asked as she tried to push herself up off the ground. She winced as the soreness from slamming into the concrete began to make itself apparent.

"Are you ok Emilie? Or, rather, uh… Cure Maple?" Frost said with a smile. She turned around to offer Maple assistance. Maple took her hand and with a swift pull was on her feet once more. She hugged Frost tightly and then looked at her, beaming an even wider smile.

"Merci merci merci beaucoup! Now I'm not alone anymore! You don't know how happy that makes me Rosa- er, Cure Frost!" Maple scratched her nose, and looked at the line of ice jutting from the ground. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, that's so neat," she laughed. The man with the lethal cane was losing his patience for their frivolities. He aimed it in the direction of the two colourful teens. Emily heard the clicking of a shot from the bottom of the cane and looked up, shaking her head with a smirk.

"Maple… fleur du sucre!" She shot out her arm in the direction of the speeding energy blast. A crystalline tree sprouted from rushing roots in between her and the shot, taking the blunt of the attack, and shattering. However, instead of the shattered pieces falling to the ground, they flew in the direction of the elderly man, knocking him away in a plume of dust.

When she turned around to face her new partner, Frost was looking at the man's dusty destination with concern. "Is he… should we…?" she asked.

"Don't worry," Maple took a step in Frost's direction and clasped her hands around Frost's white glove, "we got this, partner."

Frost smiled and took her hand from Maple's, giving the band on her wrist a few spins. She walked over to the toppled monster, which was still squirming and fighting with the crystallized syrup. Shakily taking a deep breath, Frost raised her hand in the air.

"Frost…" her hand trembled anxiously as she began to spin it around in a little circle. Snow began to flutter down from the sky and form a continuously thickening funnel. Frost felt a great chill, like she was in her own little slice of a cold December night.

"...toundra vague!"

The funnel rose into the air slightly until it had left the circulation of Frost's body, and it spun rapidly in the direction of the monster. It lifted up the monster into it's inner spin, and as it was sucked around and around, it began to appear as if it was in a daze.

"... et fini!" In a quick flash, the funnel sucked up into nothing and the monster disappeared with it. Frost sighed with relief and gently touched her chilled cheek. Maple jumped on her from behind, knocking her to the ground. They transformed back into plain Emilie and Rosalind as Blue approached with Marie holding his hand. As they got closer, Marie let go and pounced on Emilie, similar to how Emilie had just tackled Rosalind.

"Emi! You were so cool! You had pretty clothes and you went pew pew and things went BOOM and-" Marie started into a frenzy of amazement before Emilie pressed her hand against her head and her jaw, gently shutting her mouth. After a moment of looking at her sister, who was looking back with wide, amused eyes, Emilie couldn't help but laugh. When she started laughing, she couldn't help but keep laughing. Rosalind, who was watching the interaction, began to laugh as well, laughing at the laughter. Soon enough, all four of them were laughing, even Blue, who chuckled to himself.

"Rosalind, here."

Blue interrupted the laughter by getting the girl's attention and holding out a phone similar to Emilie's. She took it and looked it over.

"What's this?" She asked as she pressed the button and the screen lit up. On the screen were three icons, a blue heart, a red maple leaf and a blue snowflake. Before Blue could respond, she tried pressing the maple leaf. Next to her, Emilie's coat pocket buzzed. She pulled out her own phone and answered it.

"Bonjour? Bonjoooooour?" Emilie was frustrated by the lack of answer, and her screwed up face showed it.

Rosalind laughed. "Emilie?" Emilie looked over at Rosalind, who was shaking her phone in her hand pointing to it with the other. Emilie groaned and slowly pulled her phone from her ear. She hit the end call button, and quickly shoved the phone back in her pocket.

"Its a Cure Line, to answer your question Rosalind," Blue replied with laughter still in his voice. "You can call each other or me with it."

"Alright, thank you. I expect we will be speaking again soon." Rosalind said as she stood up. She held out her hand to shake Blue's, and he lightly shook it and smiled.

"Its been a pleasure meeting you girls, but I really must be on my way," Blue said, before looking up at the nearly set sun, "and I imagine you girls need to get home. It's getting dark and I doubt your parents would like having this little princess out all night." He took Marie's hand, as the two Levesque sisters were now standing, and kissed it. She giggled and was still looking at him in her state of shock and awe.

"Au revoir M. Blue!" Rosalind and Emilie called out in unison as the young man walked away. Rosalind then looked at Emilie, who picked up Marie in her arms and then put her hand on her hip.

"Let's go home, before Maman kills me for the paper mache mess." She scratched her nose and let out a little groan. Emilie could picture her mother blowing a gasket when she seen the sticky stomach and mess of papers spewed out over the small kitchen. Her mother was a tiny woman, but she held a lot of anger inside her when her buttons were pressed, something Emilie knew from experience. Rosalind looked at Emilie with slight confusion, but shrugged and began to walk with the Levesque sisters.

The trio walked down the block and reached Bonbon Levesque, and entered, heading through the shop. Emily noticed the light on over the bottom of the staircase to her apartment. Her mother was upstairs. She heard vulgar words booming from her home in a woman's voice as the three of them walked up the stairs. With the uttering of "bâtard", her mother's favourite word when Emilie did something wrong, Emilie gulped and twisted the knob.

"EMILIE ANTOINETTE LEVESQUE!" Anne Levesque's shrill voice rang through the house as she laid her eyes on the trio. "Get in this house right now!"

Rosalind looked at Emilie uncomfortably as they hesitantly entered the house.

"Bonjour Maman… uh, this is-"

"You take your sister and stay out all night AND YOU LEAVE A GIANT MESS!" Anne fumed. She walked over to Emilie and took Marie from her sister's arms, and laid her on the floor, patting her bum to push her in the direction of the hallway and the shared bedroom. She waddled down the hall quickly, knowing even in her young age to stay out of her mother's line of red hazed sight.

"Um, Mme. Levesque," Rosalind stepped out from behind Emilie in the doorway, causing the stout woman's head to snap from her daughter to the taller girl. She looked at Rosalind with skeptical eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Rosalind Fournier, Mme. I am Emilie's classmate - the mess is our science project," she paused and tried to smile through her discomfort, "please don't be angry with Emilie, it was my idea that we go out and get dinner and let the project dry."

"Ro-" Emilie tried to interrupt - she tried to tell her mother the truth, and that Rosalind was just covering for her. Rosalind turned to look at Emilie and gave her a look that told her to just relax.

"Was it then? Hmph." Anne looked over her shoulder at the kitchen table. "Just… clean it up. And don't make such a mess next time, you silly girls." She rubbed her forehead and sighed. She walked into the other half of the kitchen and stared out the kitchen window. As Emilie and Rosalind quickly shuffled to the table to start sorting out the mess and putting it away, Anne shook her head and started putting away the dishes sitting on the counter.

"Rosalind, you live far? Need a ride home?" Anne asked from the sink. Rosalind looked up and bit her lip.

"Ah yes, Mme., if it's no trouble. I really appreciate it." Rosalind replied as she finished putting the last of the papers into her book bag. Emilie carried the paper mache organs down the hall and disappeared into her room. Anne walked over and grabbed her coat and car keys, then ushered Rosalind out the apartment door.

"See ya later Rosalind!" Emilie's voice bellowed from down the hall as the door slammed shut behind Rosalind and Anne.

Later that night, after Anne had returned from driving Rosalind home, Emilie was lying in her bed, all settled in her pajamas with Marie snoring at her side. The younger sister was half sprawled across her sister, who was on her new phone. As she was typing away on social media, a little alert popped up with a snowflake next to it. Emilie opened the message and read it.

Hey Emilie, I had fun today. I look forward to doing this

Pretty Cure thing with you… but please, for god's sake,

don't let your mother drive me anywhere again. She is

a crazy driver! I thought we were gonna crash like ten

times! Ah, oh well. ALP

Emilie laughed louder than she should've, and her sister stirred next to her. She clicked the phone off, and with a smile patted her sister's head. She laid the phone on the table next to her bed and snuggled in with her sister. Pictures of Rosalind's fearful face as her mother's erratic driving jerked them down the roads filled Emilie's mind as she fell asleep, and she chuckled. Rosalind was right, Anne Levesque's driving was scary.