"Good heavens, Bette!" Leon cried, gawking frightfully at the mess in the middle of the shop. "What happened? Are you all right? Who's that? Where did she come from?"

As he ran down the stairs, as quickly as he could, the cream blouse he wore billowed and danced around his slender figure, the large sleeves cuffed at his wrists, lace trickling over his hands. He wore quite an array and assortment of jewels -necklaces, two emerald earrings, one in each ear, and rings of different sorts of symbols decorating his fingers. Dark hair tied in a low ponytail, trailing behind him as he dashed to the spastic youth, waiting impatiently for the story.

Bette swayed, rocking on her feet before blurting out: "Well, there was a rumble and theneverythingfellinabigheapandshewasthere." Her words mashing together in one great big word. It was a wonder Leon got any of it; but he did, nodding and listening intently to the young girl's voice.

They seemed so enthralled in each other's frightened gaze and mindless rambling that they did not notice as Emma slowly awoke and gaped in blinking confusion. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and narrowed them at the pair, her head throbbed and her body was sore all over. No doubt she'd find herself adorned in bruises by tomorrow from this unexplainable fall.

"Um." Her harsh voice caused the ginger haired one to jump and let out a small cry of fright, both turning to ogle wide-eyed at the strange woman. Dust clung to her pasty white skin, blending in with the freckles that circled across her cheeks.

Gathering her courage, pushing herself away from the muddle and confusion of the mess, she demanded wearily, "Where am I?" Chocolate eyes grazed over the chaos that now settled and bejeweled the shop before returning to examine the strange figures before her. Emma's eyes settled on the man, Leon, and a deep blush swept across her bony features. Her mouth fell slack as she gaped in content awe at him. She studied his high set cheekbones, alluring eyes and long, luscious locks. She was jealous, yes, but not enough to ruin her appreciation of him. However, she frowned when it became clear to her that he was no taller than her, she being at five foot ten.

Leon fluttered his eyes with a deep befuddled thought momentarily before opening his mouth to speak, quickly interrupted by the smallest of the three, Bette. "Wh-who are you?"

Emma stared downward at the dark skinned female, who seemed to be a whole foot shorter than her and instantly caused her to assume she was naught more than a child, especially with such a youthful face as her's. She frowned, jealous, once more, of the other's exotic features and thus replied curtly, "Emma."

"Well, Miss Emma," Leon smiled brusquely, stepping towards the brunette with a short, sweeping bow, "Do you mind telling me why you fell through my roof?"

Emma glanced upwards at the large hole above them, then back at Leon dryly, "I don't know." She raised a questioning brow to the man's exasperated glare, a deep scowl tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Look! I don't know how I got here, where I am or how the hell I came through your roof! And what are you doing!?!" She shouted, turning her attention to Bette, who was pulling green slime from Emma's ankles.

Bette let out a short moan of worry. "Leon," She whined, looking back at him, holding up a finger dripping in slime.

Emma stared in horror at the green goo, moving forward some to touch it. Leon jumped forward and smacked her hand, "Don't touch it!" He barked, a temper venomous enough to match her own.

She bellowed, ready to snap at the man before her. Bette let out a shriek, causing both to end their glaring fest and look to the youth, startled to see that the slime had begun to slide over her tiny hand and arm, consuming her with such speed that it seemed near impossible to stop it. Emma looked down to her ankles in fear, discovering that the slime had begun to travel up her legs. She screamed as it trickled to her waist. Leon slapped a hand over her mouth, his thumb pressed firmly against the side of her nose.

"Don't scream!"

Emma glared at him. How dare he! She lifted her slime-covered hands to grab at his arm, though he pulled back, leaving a small pink imprint of his thumb ring on her nose.

"Don't touch me!" Leon glared fiercely at her, now pressing his hand against her forehead. He muttered a few foreign words beneath his breath and a low wind picked up around him, his flamboyant choice of clothing and hair fluttered around him in a surreal scene that brought Emma to gasp. She was in such a state of awe that she did not notice the green goop slip from her body, sizzling and disappearing.

Watching as the wind dispersed and his tired body slumped forward, Emma trembled. If there was anything she feared more than roaches it was the unknown. She hated to think that she had no idea as to how he managed such power, where she was and what had just been all over her.

Though Bette's body being pulled away quickly caught her attention and distracted her fear, a finger raised to point in the girl's direction. "Look," she managed, her voice hoarse and dry.

Leon turned his head upwards immediately, his hand grasping the silk clothe of his shirt, where his heart would be. His eyes widened as he noticed strange substance had completely swallowed his friend and was now suffocating her subconsciously as it pulled her towards the doorway. He jumped up and ripped a necklace from his neck, running towards her, crying out: "Here!"

The slime grew in multitudes and came at him like a rushing wave, an attempt to separate the two. Leon stretched his arm out towards her, holding out the necklace. Emma noticed a distinct tear drop crystal container with something inside, another bit of unknown. Though, it did rather remind her of how pixie dust was portrayed in story book fairy-tales.

"You know it'll do no good! I'll destroy the shop!" Bette called out, her voice muffled by the goo; it were as though she were trying to speak under water, a futile attempt. Leon shook his head profusely, struggling to fight off the slime and get closer to her, close enough for her to grasp the necklace. "That's okay," he whispered breathlessly, offering a half smile.

And after what seemed like hours of their fruitless effort, Emma finally managed to awake from her fear, find her legs and run to them, stealing the necklace from Leon as she did so. The slime had not expected her to intervene (though she wasn't sure if it thought, really) -and if they had faces she assumed they'd look as stupefied as Leon and Bette did as she fought past a small clump of slime and thrust the necklace at Bette.

Quickly, Emma shut her eyes and waited for the worst to happen. As the smaller female removed the glass ball top from the vile and let the "pixie dust" fall out into the palm of her hand, a wind -much bigger than the one from Leon- grew around her and the dust vanished, blending into the wind. Her eyes became a deep crimson and almost emotionless as the slime sizzled and friend under the unidentifiable force she used upon them. Nothing could be trace, but its affect was more than visible.

With Emma already on the floor and Leon sprawled out against a mass of discarded robes, Bette collapsed to the ground as the slime began to become nothing, the walls of the little shop melted and destroyed entirely.

A large group of customers lined around the shop, staring in shock and confusion at the mess. Amongst the group was a well dressed man, portly and well taken care of my a mass of attendants -someone Emma thought to be a king. "What happened?" He demanded with that nasally, snitty voice of his.

"Remodeling." Leon replied, his voice harsh and scarcely a whisper, as he fell to his side, breathing heavily.

"And her?" A fat finger rose to point at Emma, whose hair had now become quite a mass of frizz by now, with chances of a rat's nest.

"New help." Whispered Bette, whose eyes had returned to normal. And from his spot on the floor, Leon raised an arm, the sleeve torn and ragged with burnt holes and singed edges.

"Now, if you do not mind, please leave, as we are not fit for opening just yet. We will be set in a week or so."

Emma fell back. What had she gotten herself into? Where was she? Hadn't she just been mixing a coffee not too long a go? She couldn't seem to find the answers that all started with icky green slime. But, she figured, if she waited long enough and helped out a bit these two might help her find the answers and how to get back home.