A/N: I had a lot of free time tonight, so I'm posting as many chapters as possible. Maybe I should be rewarded for such kindness… Maybe with reviews? Thanks! I'm shooting for ten, and the ones by Silver Penumbra don't count… Is that okay? Good.

~Adele's P.O.V.~

"No worries, Adele. It's being used exactly how it usually is. Except there seems to be a lack of tea…"

I couldn't move. This child, who had to be about seven years old, was claiming to be my baby sister, who was dead at thirty-nine.

"Explain yourself, child. Queen Amberly has been dead for three years. You cannot claim to be her, especially when there is no similarity."

The girl sat neatly, smoothing her skirt beneath her as she settled. It unnerved me how postured she was for such a young girl. She pulled her hair back, and then she looked me in the eye.

"How should I convince you, Adele, that I am indeed your sister? Maybe this will work…" She proceeded to share many memories of my past with me, things only Amberly would know, secrets I only ever told her. Tears rolled down my face as I stared at the strange form that was now my dead sister alive.

"Oh, Amberly! I've missed you so much!" I cried, rushing over to embrace the girl. "How are you here? Why are you not the same?" I was so confused, but I cared so much more about just having my sister back.

"It's getting late. Why don't you put your children to bed, and we shall talk after that?" Amberly suggested. Rising, I hugged her again and rushed out the door.

In the end, I had to believe her. It was such complete nonsense, that it had to be accepted, or I would go insane trying to understand it all.

So there we sat, late in the night, making small chat to pass time until we dozed off.

"I can't believe I missed three years!" Amberly said. "Who did Maxon choose? I remember it was just America and Kriss left, but the rebels attacked before he announced anything."

And so I explained to her how Maxon took a bullet for America, and how he proposed to her shortly after, and their grand wedding a year ago. I told her about the celebration the following night for their anniversary, and how I would be flying in first thing the next day.

"Adele, would you please take me with you?" she asked hopefully. "I want to see my home again. And my son, and my…" her voice cracked, "my daughter-in-law."

She looked so miserable at the thought of not seeing them. I couldn't say no, not to my baby sister.

"Amberly, don't worry. I would never leave you behind." And I meant it.