Astell kept gazing out the window of their house.

"God, it's been so long since we been here!" Scarlett exclaimed. "There're webs behind th' couch an' the Cat is dead."

"Did you at least feed Lucia?" Astell asked, looking at Scarlett unamused.

"Yeah, the ol' Wyvern's eaten."

"What did you feed her?" Astell asked.

"Th' Cat." Scarlett replied nonchalantly, washing up some plates.

Astell shook her head very slowly with belligerent eyes.

She then saw Scarlett putting the plates on the table.

"Uh, how long are we gonna stay?" She asked, curiously.

"Not too long." Scarlett began, retrieving the silverware. "Ye can bet yer ass I'm not gonna be on the ground fer long."

"You-" Astell began. "you're not gonna leave me alone again, are you? I-I mean, that's how the Cabal got to me in the first place..."

"They're dead now." Scarlett said, reassuringly. "An' besides, I'm gonna take ye with me, of course."

"Phew."

"Now..." Scarlett said, walking up to the rotary phone. "Ye want Pizza?"

"Sure."

"All dressed wit' olives?"

"Yeah."

"Luciano's PIzzeria?"

"Why not?"

"Fa bene." She began to spin the number.

Astell looked out the window, and it was raining. She remembered how when she and Scarlett were younger, she had run away from home and was lost out in the rain and how Scarlett found her lying under a park bench crying and brought her back home.

She smiled, revisiting these lost memories of her sister which the Cabal had erased. She was told that she would never fully recover, but she doubted that was true.

She watched intently as the raindrops pelted the window, forming a beautiful mirage of droplets and streaks. She then noticed something out of the ordinary-a shadowy figure standing outside the house, beckoning her to come. She felt an awful familiar chill run down her spine. She looked over at Scarlett, whom was talking to the pizza man in Italian. She looked back at the window and the mysterious figure had disappeared.

Scarlett hung up the phone and leaned against the wall and began to rant. "Ah, Madonn' della garda! Do I gotta speak in English so the bacciogaluto will understand a word I'm saying?!"

She sat at the table. "I mean, really! I don't think he speaks Italian well at all, ye know?"

"Which guy was it who picked up the phone this time?" Astell asked curiously.

"It was Bob."

"Ah, that makes sense." Astell deduced. "Maybe I should order next time. I speak English really well, as well as Italian..."

"Ah, mannaggia!" Scarlett scolded, throwing her hands around angrily. "If ye wanna make the call, ye can pay 'im when he comes, too! Ye want that?"

Astell quickly shook her head.

"Then shut up, ye nut." Scarlett said, giving her a noogie.

Astell pulled away from the noogie furiously.

"H'OH!" Scarlett yelled out in surprise. "What's wit' the attitude, Astell?"

"I'm nervous, okay?!" Astell yelled back in panic.

"Why?"

"Because! I saw this weird figure out the window before! I-I think he was watching us."

"Eh..." Scarlett flipped her hand. "Probably just th' trees, y'know? They can look like people sometimes."

"No!" Astell replied. "It was a man in a coat! You tell me a tree that looks like that!"

"Well," Scarlett began, with laughter. "there's the Uomo della fororetta..."

"Shut up." Astell said, crossing her arms and looking away. "That's not funny!"

"Lighten up." Scarlett said, putting her hand on her distraught sister's shoulder. "Ye were prob'ly seein' things. Remember, th' Cabal did screw yer mind up pretty badly."

"Uh, don't remind me." Astell said.

"Speakin' of..." Scarlett began. "can ye remember anythin' from before th' Cabal wiped yer memory?"

"I remember that stormy night when we were kids."

"When ye took off an' mamma asked me to find ye?" Scarlett continued.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it!" Astell cried out with joy. "Under the park bench! You found me under the park bench! It was raining like crazy!"

The doorbell rang.

"Merda, that pizza guy is fast!" Scarlett exclaimed, as she went to answer the door and kick the pizza guy off their property.

"Why would you do that?!" Astell cried, as Scarlett brought the box over to the table.

"Years o' practice..." Scarlett said. "Besides, if he calls th' cops it won't matter. We'll be on th' ship by tomorrow anyways."

Astell nodded. Yes, it was true.

"Oh, an' by the way..." Scarlett explained as she pulled three slices out of the box and placed them sloppily on her plate. "it was a tree ye were sittin' under when I found ye that night."

"DAMN IT ALL!" Astell cried, banging her head against the table. "IF I CAN'T REMEMBER MY PAST, THE CABAL STILL OWNS ME!"

"Do ye think that mysterious figure could be one of 'em?"

"I don't know anymore." Astell cried, gripping the sides of her head.

"Why didn't ye tell Melody an' the others about this sooner? Maybe they coulda helped yeh."

"No, they can't!" Astell cried. "Nobody can! I'm beyond help!"

"If I ever catch one o' these cunts near ye again, I'll slaughter 'em meself!" Scarlett said, consoling Astell. "Now shut up an' eat yer pizza."

Astell calmed down as she looked down at the delicious triangular slice of pizza dripping with cheese, slathered in sauce, and full of mushrooms, pepperoni, green peppers and olives. She picked it up, sauce running down the bottom of her hand, and took a bite, sauce dripping down her chin like the blood she had lost in the past few weeks.

"Better, eh?"

Astell stayed quiet.

"What, ye want a Snickers, too?" Scarlett said sarcastically.

"A what?"

"I have no idea what I just said." Scarlet said, confused. "Pretend I said nothin'."

"That's easy." Astell replied sarcastically, leading Scarlett to give her another noogie in a headlock.

The rain hit the ground outside, and their window was the only light in the area. The shadowy figure continued to stare straight at it.

"Yes, yes." it said. "Enjoy your time now, because tomorrow, we'll destroy everything together."