Tootie called to him, and he came walking stiffly forward. She held his head in his arms and pulled him closer. She hugged him, and willed herself not to cry. He was hers now. But was this really how she wanted it? She looked into his eyes and saw the emptiness. It was too much. She couldn't bear it, so she turned his face away. Any utterances of love he would deliver at this point would be empty, would mean nothing.

How could she have done it?

How could she have taken the soul out those blue eyes she loved?

Those…those…those blue eyes?

Something wasn't right.

She looked at him again.

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Beside her, Jorgen was ecstatic. All that hatred, all that scheming for revenge, all that had accumulated for months into this moment. And he couldn't have enough of it. Da Rules were his once again. 'It was always my power to begin with, Turner,' he thought.

As he moved in to execute the final phase of his plan, he was thinking of something monumental to say to mark the occasion.

He opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Tootie, before he even got to start.


"These aren't his eyes."

"What? Of course not. The will is completely…"

"No. I mean these are NOT HIS EYES.

Jorgen moved forward to get a good look at him. She was right. Something about this turner was wrong. He looked like a man missing the part of him missing the part of him that made him whole. His eyes looked like they had gone through the wash one too many times.

Just then, the door crashed open.

A small figure rushed inside, leapt unto Jorgen, grabbed him by the collar, and held him eye level, red sparks trailing from his hands the entire time.

"Don't underestimate me Jorgen," said Timmy, glaring into Jorgen's face, while red sparks spiralled from his eyes. "Underestimating me was the biggest hole in your plan."