A/N: If anyone is wondering about what the date is in this story is right now, it's May 2011. In the Epilogue of "All is not forgotten", it was May 2010 (when Fran was born) and now it's a year later. Plus, other than that I found pictures of some CWACOM movie deleted scenes. It's the one where the Mayor is attacking Flint with a celery stick and Flint fights back with one. Then there's a giant meatball scene with Flint and Brent. =)

Right now, Angelica sat at the kitchen table with a mug of tea and box of tissues next to her. Denis sat beside her and just stared at her with wide eyes. Upstairs, Fran was taking her afternoon nap.

This was what had happened when Angelica and Denis had found dead Marie. There was a long ten minutes, of Angelica just sobbing. Then she unstrapped Fran and handed her to Denis; who buried her small face into Denis's chest. Gently, Angelica picked up Marie and they headed out of the house—through the front door.

It was taped shut, so Angelica had to kick it down. After, Denis told Angelica he was going to talk Fran home. Fran seemed spooked by seeing Marie and was now gripping Denis's shirt tightly. Angelica felt horrible for letting Fran come. If Sam and Flint found out, they'd never let Angelica take care of Fran again.

While Denis headed home, Angelica carried the body to the chapel, which was closer to The University of Swallow Falls. As she carried her daughter, people on the street would turn to look. But no one knew it was Marie. They were just wondering why the Mayor was carrying a dead body.

"Did she kill that girl?" someone hissed.

"Maybe she really is as bad as her husband." Someone else whispered a little too loud. Angelica heard them and spun around.

"I DIDN'T KILL HER! I FOUND THIS BODY! SHELBOURNE KILLED HER!" Angelica screamed and tears were once again pouring out of her eyes.

The people stopped whispering and Angelica hurried along. If people don't trust me, then why did they all approve of me as Mayor? Geez, now I know how Shelbourne felt. She grumbled to herself and saw the chapel ahead.

She didn't want a funeral. She and Denis should be the only ones to know about Marie. A funeral would cause too much attention. All she wanted was for Marie to be buried properly. That was all she asked for. When she saw that the chapel was closed, she knocked on the large wooden doors.

A priest opened the doors and blinked down at her.

"Ms. Oreant? May I help you?" he asked, but then he noticed the body in her arms and let out a small gasp.

"This is my daughter Marie Oreant. She was killed in the year 2003, and I found her body today. I don't want a funeral or for her burial to be public. Just bury her in the cemetery and I'll be happy." Angelica held the body out.

The priest took the body carefully and moved some loose strands of hair off Marie's face. He shook his head when he saw the girls face. He didn't ask any question. Peacefully, he nodded at Angelica. She sighed and watched him go inside the chapel and close the doors behind him.

So right now, there was silence in the kitchen. Heaving in yet another sigh, Angelica lifted her head and glanced at Denis. He was still staring at her with worried eyes. Silently, he reached out and grasped her hand that was on the table.

"Now, tell me. What was the real reason we went into that house?" Denis asked in a whisper and squeezed her hand.

Feeling awkward, Angelica slid her hand out of Denis's and wrapped both hands around her mug of tea.

"My lab is under that basement. I wanted to visit it, because I remembered about it when those people called today. If they destroy the house, how will I access the lab?" she asked and her eyes widened as she looked at Denis.

"What's it like down there? How many inventions have you built?" Denis suddenly grinned. He was trying to make Angelica start talking about her lab, so she could maybe get her mind off Marie for a while and perk up.

"It's a big lab. Maybe the same size as Flint's—or bigger. Then I have at least ten inventions down there. That's counting The Evil Injection Liquid. Some are as bad as the Injection Liquid. If Shelbourne managed to steal the Injection Liquid, then I bet he took a bunch of other stuff too! Oh God! NO!" she suddenly got to her feet.

"What? What's wrong?" Denis got to his feet too. He hoped these other inventions weren't worse than The Evil Injection Liquid.

"When Flint and Sam get back, we are going down there. I need to see what else he took. Because there is one in particular, which I guess could be worse than The Evil Injection Liquid. Because if he took that…" Angelica trialed off with a pale face.

Fear was nibbling at Denis like a mouse. His heart beat crazily. At first he took in what she just said, processed it through his mind and finally slumped in his chair. What could POSSIBLY be worse than the Injection Liquid? He thought. Then he thought about one thing: why did Angelica make all this in the first place? He thought of a possible answer: after testing the Injection Liquid on herself, she went on and invented this horrid invention.

It was possible.

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Right now the sun was setting over the horizon and Sam couldn't think of anywhere more romantic than sitting in front of a sun setting. She and Flint were sitting on a bench on Liberty Island, New York City. The Statue of Liberty was behind them. As they sat there, Flint edged closer to Sam and wrapped an arm around her.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder and breathed in the scent of his lab coat. It smelled like it had just come out of the laundry. Slowly, she turned her head to glance at the sun.

The sun wasn't exactly in front of them; it was a little off to the side. But it was good that way, because it wasn't shining too much into their faces. It was dipping down and the ocean in front off and was glowing a bright red glow and had glittering golden waves right under the sun.

"I'm glad Angelica and Denis let us go out today." Flint smiled and leaned back on the back of the bench.

"Yeah, last time we went out was before Fran was born. It was right after we defeated Shelbourne and when Angelica became Mayor." Sam nodded and closed her eyes. The heat of the existing sun rays shined down on her face.

Before the sun went down fully, Flint got up and pulled Sam up with him. They came to stand near the water's edge and Sam looked down. She wondered how deep the water was if you fell in.

But Flint didn't seem to be thinking about that. He pulled Sam close to him and looked deeply into her eyes. When he wrapped his arms around her waist, she settled her arms around his neck. The sun finally went down and Flint leaned in to kiss her deeply, before the last of the sun rays disappeared. He kissed her for a long time, and when they broke apart, she was gasping for air. Smiling, she pressed her forehead against his.

A loud horn broke them apart and both turned. Their boat awaited them back into the city. They followed a large crowd of people onto the boat and took their seats on the top deck.

"I wish this day lasted forever." She smiled and snuggled closer to Flint.

"Me too." He agreed and watched as the moon began to grow brighter and brighter in the sky. After a few minutes, the stars came out and twinkled overhead.

It was peaceful on that deck. It was mostly just young couples like Flint and Sam. All sat there with fingers entwined. All of a sudden soft music came out of nowhere. Flint and Sam turned to see that a small group of musicians were sitting on the deck, playing a slow song. Instantly, couples got up to dance.

"Maybe I have this dance?" Flint got up and held his hand out for Sam to take.

"You may." She blushed and took Flint's warm hand.

Both smiling, they came onto the empty space of the deck. Sam placed her left hand on his shoulder and with her right—took Flint's left hand. With his right, he placed it on the small of her back and slowly they waltzed down the floor.

A few small lights were turned on and they set off a gentle white glow on the faces of the dancers. The musicians went slightly higher in the key and the music became livelier. It moved its way gently around the couples and twirled its way around the way people waltzed. Flint kept right to the music and hadn't stepped on Sam's toes once. She was pretty good at it too.

"Where did you learn to waltz so well?" Sam asked and leaned in closer to him.

"I don't remember." Flint lied and looked down into Sam's emerald green eyes. A soft smile played on his lips and his blue eyes softened at her too.

But really he had learned to waltz back in 10th grade. I remembered the day well. It was Valentine's Day and in gym class the boys were forced to waltz with the girls. He and Denis both didn't have partners. He was forced to dance with Marie and Denis was paired up with some random girl. That was how he met Marie.

Closing his eyes for a second, he cleared the thought away. Marie was no longer here. But he thought about what would have happened if she still lived. All she had really done was kiss him on the cheek and hugged him a couple of times. Would things have gone further than just that?

"What are you thinking about? You look troubled." Sam asked looking up worriedly at Flint.

"Nothing, darling." He smiled and kissed her on top of her head. Then his lips grazed her ear and he kissed her on the lips.

They waltzed to the end of the song and applauded for the musicians; who bowed and left. Even if there was no music to fill up the air, there was the sound of the waves crashing against the boat. There was the soft murmur of people talking and the soft whistle of the wind.

The spell was broken, when Flint's phone began to ring.

Flint you have a call! Flint you have a call! Flint you have a call!

Everyone on the boat turned to glance at Flint and Sam. Some people glared, because the phone had interrupted the calm silence. Apologizing, Flint grabbed Sam's hand and they both went below deck. Down there, teenagers were dancing to loud, fast beat music. Groaning, Flint led Sam around the corner and finally answered.

"Hello? Flint Lockwood here." Flint spoke into the phone.

"Flint! Whoa! Is that music I hear? Sounds like a hot party!" Denis cried.

"Uh, yeah! What do you want?" Flint asked louder this time over the music.

"Oh yeah, right! Fran keeps asking for 'daddy' and is starting to get cranky. Angelica is trying to calm her down, but Fran just keeps on crying. When are you guys coming come?" Denis wailed. In the background, Flint heard the faint cries of Fran and Angelica talking sweetly to her.

"We'll be right there, Denis! Maybe in two hours!" Flint had to shout this time because someone cranked the music up to the highest.

"Two hours? That's so long! I can't take it anymore!" Denis replied loudly so Flint heard him.

"Well, Angelica used to be a mother! Let her deal with it for now!" Flint told him.

As if on the cue, Fran stopped crying in the background and began to laugh at something Angelica was telling her. Flint heard Denis sigh in relief.

"Oh thank god! Thanks Ange!" Denis said with relief and called to Angelica. Hearing that things were okay now, Flint told him he had to go.

Both hung up and Flint turned to Sam to explain what was going on. She just smiled.