A patch of metal mechs blanketed the night sky, normally filled with stars and airships. Their bronze sheen glistened against the lights of the city, and thin tails of steam created pseudo-clouds, billowing behind the group of machines. Bog revved the engine of his cycle, pushing himself ahead of the group. His goggles squeezed tightly to his face, the air whipping in his ears. Up ahead he could see his estate; a large, dark mansion built upon mechanical structures, the most impressive being a giant tower of cogs in charge of keeping the mansion together as a single structure. It's rooms branched out, making it appear like a giant metal tree. Bog always felt a sense of pride looking at his estate; the modifications he built made it much more functional and flexible than it's previous design. He could rotate rooms to reach their maintenance area much easier, and segregate areas that needed fixing should problems arise. As they came upon the estate, Bog and his mechs drove their cycles down to the landing section; a stone-laid area surrounded by greenery. Bog landed first, looking up as his mechs joined him. Once they landed, Bog removed his goggles and walked over to the large mech carrying his investment. He tapped it's round belly lightly, and the mech began to open. Inside was a very dizzy Dawn. Bog could tell from her face it was not a smooth ride for her. She looked up at him, and glared, standing up as to confront him, but instead hit her head on the inside of the mech. A loud clang rang out, and Dawn fell back down, holding her head. She began to cry, which made Bog flinch. He watched her cry for a minute, unsure of what to do. He had to remember she was only a teenager, and she had just been through quite the ordeal. He gently held his hand out. Dawn sniffed loudly, wiping her nose with her sleeve before taking his hand. He helped her out of the mech, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"We'll get some ice for that bump, okay?" he reassured her as he lead her inside the estate. Dawn began to cry again.

"Am I going a prisoner here?" she asked between sniffs.

"No, you are a guest. I'm not here to treat you poorly, just to motivate your father to right his wrongs,"

"You're wrong. He didn't do it,"

"We'll see once I get my necklace back, won't we?" He lead her into the main foyer, where Griselda waited to greet her son.

"Oh, my dear, who is this lovely, young lady?"

"Mum, she's just a guest. She hit her head and right now I need to get her some ice. Be good, okay?" Bog left quickly, and Griselda went over to Dawn, who was cradling her head, tears still in her eyes.

"There, there, dearie, come sit down. Ooh, that is quite the bump you got there, but nothing a little ice won't fix. Don't worry, my boy'll take good care of you,"

"Thank you," Dawn sniffed as she took a seat on the sofa. Bog came back, a small bag in his hand. He handed it to Dawn, who gingerly placed it against her head. She winced, then looked sadly up at Bog. Griselda motioned Bog to say something. He looked back at his mother, unsure of what to say, then cleared his throat and turned to Dawn.

"Please don't think of this as a prison, but rather a...a second home! Yes, uh, you're welcome anywhere you like, and will be treated as any esteemed guest." An idea then dawned on Bog. "Plum! Get in here, please," A scowling Plum entered the room. As punishment for her trespassing, Bog had indentured Plum to a year of service, where she would help maintenance of the estate and the mechs. Naturally, she didn't like it one bit. Plum entered the room, a scowl on her face.

"Yes, sir?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Get something from the vault. Something nice for the young lady." Plum looked at Dawn, and her eyes widened. She stepped closer to Bog, her voice a whisper.

"That is one of Fay's girls! What is she doing here?"

"She's here to insure that I get my necklace back," Bog replied, his voice quiet.

"How are you so sure it was him?"

"Who else it could be?" Plum gave a sigh, then looked at Dawn, and a wicked grin grew across her face.

"I know just the thing to perk her up," Plum said, and she headed off. Dawn looked up at Bog.

"You're giving me a gift?" she asked in a tone that was between confusion and awe.

"A gift in good faith that you will be treated with respect while you are here. And as an apology for being dragged into this mess," After a few minutes Plum returned, holding a thin, rectangular box. Bog took it from Plum, and then handed it to Dawn. Dawn opened the box, and her eyes lit up. Griselda looked in the box, then looked at her son in surprise.

"Will this gift suffice?" Bog asked. Dawn looked up at him, a big smile across her face.

"I can't believe it. You planned this whole thing, didn't you? I mean, it's not my ideal way of asking, but my God did it get my attention! This is the most elaborate one I've gotten in months!" Bog put his hands up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Dawn beamed, pulling out a bracelet lined with primrose diamonds.

"Yes! My answer is yes!" she squealed, then leaped onto Bog, squeezing him tight around the waist. Bog looked down in horror, then angrily at Plum. Plum gave him a smirk. Griselda came over and hugged the two.

"Oh, this is wonderful! My son's finally getting married!"

"NO! No, no, no, I had nothing to do with this!" Bog insisted, trying to free himself from Dawn's arms. Dawn reached up to his face, pulled him down, and planted a kiss on his cheek. She then let the struggling Bog go, and he went tumbling to the ground. Plum let out a laugh. Dawn and Griselda turned to each other, both squealing and talking about wedding plans. Bog looked helplessly at them both.

"Oh, I've always wanted a BIG wedding, you know? With streamers, and confetti, ooh, and a seven foot cake!" Dawn said excitedly to Griselda.

"I like the way you think, sunshine!"

"Mother, please! She's half my age!"

"So we'll wait a few years. Doesn't mean we can't get a head start on some of this stuff!" As the two ladies walked away chatting, Bog stood up and turned angrily at Plum.

"This is adding another year to your queue, Plum," he hissed.

"Completely worth it," Plum sneered back.

"Ugh! I need to stab something," Bog grumbled as he stomped off.