Her eyes opened slowly to reveal the rocks around her. Far off in the distance was the waning light of the fires mixed in with muffled screams. The young woman's arms felt tight and heavy; the distinct smell of sulfur and metal surrounded her. After her vision adjusted to the new environment, she saw black metal chains that hung her body limply onto the bloodstained rock.

How long had she been there?

A brown skinned demon jumped from the dark and began to chomp excitedly on her ankles. The young woman flicked him off with ease into the dark from which he came. A hooded figure approached her with a dark gray staff in hand. It was about a head higher than he was and had an ornamented charm on the top. He quickly slashed the young woman's stomach in a swift diagonal motion. She let out a piercing scream as her blood slithered violently out of her body like an anaconda. It got sucked into the dark purple charm on the staff when it suddenly began to glow eerily. The young woman had lost too much blood and fell back into the world of silence and darkness.

Noodle awoke abruptly and was covered in ice cold sweat. It was all a dream, wasn't it? She brushed her fringed bangs out of eyes and looked around at her surroundings. She was in her room, well her new one anyway. Posters of Bon Jovi, Godzilla and Sailor Moon lined her bedroom walls with an organized randomness. The room itself was painted a bold royal purple with various fixtures dangling from the ceiling. The guitarist pulled off the covers and lifted up her shirt. A faded pink scar raised mockingly against her pale skin. She always wondered, since she got back from hell, how these injuries got there. This was the first hint she had.

Noodle looked at the end of the bed and saw black orbs at each of of two bending antennas. She knew those things looked oddly familiar, but in her current state, she could not be so sure.

"Who are you?" She questioned the wire antennas.

In a split second, a doppelganger of her younger self jumped up excitedly onto the mattress with large grin. It was her future niece Molly and she was wearing her old clothes! From head to toe it was her outfit from the 'Clint Eastwood' video. Good lord that thing is over 10 years old but it still looked just as good as the last time she wore it. Rusell was right about preserving it. It looked quite baggy on the little girl, Noodle was four years older than her niece when she had it.

"Molly, how is that thing even staying on you?"

The red jacket looked more like a dress that hit the middle of her calves. Molly continued to smile and lifted up the jacket to reveal various safety pins securing the clothes in place.

Noodle couldn't contain herself any longer, she pulled the little girl into hug as if she was her favorite Pikachu toy 10 years ago.

"AH!" She squealed happily, "Kawaii ne!!!" The axe princess pressed her cheek against her niece's head and smiled. Molly was adorable, there's no other way around it. She looked more like her mother with her distinct Oriental features, but the slight clueless and the sparkling blue eyes were definitely her dad's (well when her dad's eyes were blue).

"Arigatou Oba-chan!" Her falsetto voice sang

"Wow!" Noodle said with all the excitement she could muster in the morning, "you speak Japanese! Very good!" Yep, speak slowly and compliment a child often.

"watashi wa nihongo wo hanasemasu " There was no sign of her Crawley accent in any of that statement.

"EH!?" The guitarist was in shock, her Japanese was really good. She decided to see if she could have a conversation in her own tongue, "Donoyouni?"

Molly grinned from ear to ear and announced proudly with her father's tounge, "Mummy taught me of course! Oh and you did too!"

Well it's good to know that she played a major part in her life.

"Come on!" The little girl pulled her aunt's fingers toward the door, "Let's go eat some breakfast okay?"

Noodle allowed herself to get pulled down into the kitchen; she wondered if she did this to 2D when she was a kid.

Everyone except Murdoc and Ichigo were already in the kitchen. 2D had his arm wrapped proudly over his son's shoulders. Even after some face altering situations, Stu-pot and his son still looked almost identical, but in his son's eyes was his mother's personality through and through.

Rusell came out of the kitchen with the mountain of pancakes,"Well Noodle's down, let's go and eat!"

Everyone knew better than to wake up Murdoc early in the morning, despite his age and medical situation, he could still instill fear into all of them, except Rusell anyway. Ichigo on the other hand, no way, waking her up when it's unnecessary, is a death wish waiting to happen. As sweet as the producer was, she could also kill a man with ease (as it was seen last night )

Noodle sat down across her nephew and put three golden brown pancakes onto her plate. The smell of the fresh breakfast filled the house invitingly, it made Kong 2.0 almost well, normal... PFFT! Scratch that. This house was filled with a disease-stricken satanist, a mentally unstable American, a Japanese super soldier, a blue-haired moron, a quiet bipolar genius, and their two kids from the future. Oh yeah, totally normal.

Everyone took the identity of kids surprisingly well. Yeah everyone was surprised, but they were used to having bouts of insanity in their lives as you can tell. Ichigo and Stu-pot took their role as parents quickly and are doing so splendidly.

The mountain of madness placed a heaping stack of crispy bacon on the dining room table when suddenly Molly Tusspot began to whine uncontrollably.

"Uncle Russ!" She stomped her tiny foot heavily, "Daddy can't eat that kind of meat!"

2D smiled at shook his head. He stretched over to his daughter and placed her on his lap tenderly, "It's alright kidlet. I don't 'avta eat the bacon"

"If Daddy isn't gonna eat the bacon, I won't either"

It was really endearing to see how their relationship blossomed in a short amount of time. By the looks of it, Stu-pot was already accustomed to being a father, no the illegitimate kids do no count.

David helped himself to the bacon and munched on it quietly. He like his mother tried to say as little words as possible and let his eyes communicate his emotions. Noodle watched him carefully and saw that they acted very similar with the little gestures they did. The oldest Tusspot child coughed into his hand, and for a split second the look of worry shot across his eyes like lighting.

He got up politely and excused himself to the bathroom; nobody else noticed, but Noodle did.

The splatter of blood on his palm.