"Azmaria! Azmaria!" Magdalene cheered running to the seventeen year old.

"Oh my!" Azmaria giggled as she was knocked to the ground.

"I missed you." Magdalene said hugging her. "And Sister Kate was mean to me!"

Azmaria laughed a bit, she was just like her mother. Azmaria thought back to when Rossette was still alive, how she'd always get into trouble with Sister Kate. Like mother like daughter. Azmaria led the girl into the mess hall where they enjoyed a nice warm meal, alike Rossette the girl also had a large apatite. She was stuffing food into her mouth as if it were a black hole. Azmaria continued to warn the girl that she would choke if she kept eating at the speed she was, Magdalene defended herself by saying she wouldn't. Karma soon came to bite her in the butt, because she began choking. It took ten minutes to get her to stop gagging; Azmaria noticed that the girl was just playing an act. Her smile, her laugh, they were all fake.

"Magdalene, what's wrong?" Azmaria asked later that day as they walked outside.

"Nothing." She smiled.

"Has something happened while I was away, Sister Kate said you haven't been yourself." Azmaria wondered.

Magdalene looked down, should she tell Azmaria about the dream she'd had? What would she say; would she say that it must have been something she ate that caused her to have the dream? The purple haired girl looked up at the woman who had practically raised her, Azmaria had been twelve when she began raising the girl, and now she was seventeen. Her white hair came down to her hips, her pink-ish red eyes full of sparks of different emotions, her pale skin almost glowing. Azmaria blinked, waiting for an answer. Magdalene looked up at her, a troubled expression on the girl's face. "I had a dream about daddy, he said he and mommy were watching me, and that he and mommy loved me very much, and said for me to be a good girl." She explained. Azmaria looked at Magdalene in both amazement and horror, how had the girl communicated to her dead father through a dream?

XxxxX

"Do you think it is the work of Aion?" Father Remington asked, looking out the window with his hands folded behind his back.

"It could very well be, Chrono and Rossette met their demise five years ago. How else could he have communicated with his daughter?" Sister Kate muttered.

"Do you think he's returned?"

"Yes."

Silence filled the room after that; all which could be heard were the hushed intakes of breath from Magdalene, who was fast asleep on the couch. A pink blanket curled around the small frame of the five year old's body. Father Remington walked over to the couch, sitting down carefully he lifted the small girl into his arms. She was so young to have to live life this way…orphaned. He held the girl close, as if she were his own.

"I think I'll take her to meet Joshua." Father Remington inquired. Sister Kate had no reply to the matter; she was debating whether letting the child see Joshua was a good decision at all. Then again maybe it would be best the girl meet him, they did share two common interests after all. They were both related to Rossette, and both had no memory of her.