Hey everyone I know it is completely of an unacceptable length, but lately I have just been swamped, but that's enough of my woes, they are not your problems but mine and with that I present a new chapter. It is Jane chapter, bonus points that can be cashed in for a cameo/ clash influence of plot/ idea, will be awarded to the first reader who guesses what Jane's new name means and the language it is in.

and now I shall leave you to it, have fun my peasants, you are all Queens/Kings to me.

"Dearmad, are you ready?" Asked Adalyn, a woman in her late fifties who after spending three months as my nurse decided she liked me enough to allow me to live in her home as I began to try to get my life together the best I can given everything that has happened.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a nod in a slightly southern accent voice after quickly glancing around the sterile hospital room, checking for any forgotten items. Adalyn did the same before ushering me out the door and into the hallway.

TWO HOURS LATER

Laying on the soft bed of Adalyn's guest room I closed my eyes and allowed my tired body to drift off to sleep, hoping that the mysterious stranger would appear.

~Dream~

The scene before me is obscure I am not sure if the blurred land is real or if my eyes have finally grown weary of being my keepers.

However, it does not really matter for there is not time to just sit and ponder. I compel myself to move, carefully traversing through the fog covered land. It is north that I travel, unsure of the reason, but completely sure of the path. It as though through muscle memory, that I am able to easily maneuver the rough land.

My self-piloting vessel comes to an abrupt stop as it brings me closer to the cliff whose image just appeared in my line of sight. The cliff in front of me is not alone for upon its tops stands a woman, dressed in what my blurry eyes say is a white dress that billows in the smoke filled wind.

For a moment just a moment I wonder if I should call out to this mysterious woman or if I should just leave her be, it does not take my curiosity long to overtake any sense of hesitation or uncertainty. "Hello?" my voice calls out barely hearable over the robust winds loud roar.

The figure, so clearly female as evident by the generous swell of her body, seems to either have no idea of my presence or is intently ignoring it. My stubbornness makes an appearance when on a whim I decide to not take no for an answer, rationalizing it to myself that she may not have heard me, which is a very real possibility. I slowly walk over to the woman stopping when I am only a mere three feet away from this mysterious woman. It is now that I once again try my luck at gaining the woman's attention, "Hello?" the woman jumped at my sudden intrusion into her world of solitude. "I'm sorry for scaring you miss, but I was just wondering if you're alright, it's awfully rough out here."

"I'm fine thank you for asking…" her words stopped as she began to turn and face me, her features were only degrees away from my line of vision when everything became black and my world began to shake.

The shaking that pulled me away from slumber at the worst possible time came from the wrinkled and calloused yet soft hands of Adalyn.

"Child it's time to wake up." Her voice was gentle as she woke me with the care that only a woman who was a mother could provide.

Sitting up with help of Adalyn's guiding hands, I lifted my hands to my out of control raven locks, scratching behind my ear as I took in my surroundings. "Hey, what time is it?" my voice still thick with sleep.

Raising her right arm so that her wrist was in her limited range of view she peered intently at its ticking hands for a moment before returning an answer, "About eight-thirty A.M." she answered me, "You looked so peaceful yesterday that I just did not have it in me to wake you up, you need all the sleep you can get."

"Well… thank you. What's the plan for today?" I questioned the elderly nurse, as I stood up still clothed in my loose knee length basketball shorts and a generic white V-neck. I got ready for the day, trading my shorts for a pair of slim fit jeans that are probably a size too large for my athletic build, my muscle have really developed since I began physical therapy, and my favourite button up shirt that covered my still fresh, pink, raised scars, yet gently clung to my fit frame.

Adalyn left the room as a grabbed my only pair of shoes, white high top vans. From what my distracted mind gleans from Adalyn's monologue was that other than having my usual Physical therapy at nine, my day was pretty much free and if I wanted she would give me some money to buy a few things and get a feel for the city that is to be my home.