I feel him so close, that I perk up and get the feeling that maybe we won't die. As I did so, little did I notice black flames coming out of my fingers. I look down and freak out. WHAT?! I try to calm down. They then disappear. I turn around. I then ask a big man, "Are you soos?" "...Yes, why? And who are you?" He asks, I then put on yet another fake smile. "Winter morse. I wanted to invite you to a party I'm having. Wendy, dipper, mabel, and Stan will all be there." I say to earn a happy and excited look. "If you want to come, wait at the front of the shack along with the others. Oh, the party starts at sundown, and I need you at front by 7:30." I say, getting a warm smile and a nod. I give a sad smile as I turn and walk away. All these innocent people... About to be terribly hurt... Including me. I think of yet another symbol: Star. This time, I tap farther into the symbol's whereabouts. The state prison.

I walk up to the prison with a smile. This was gonna be fun, I could tell. I ask to see gideon. They say not to provoke him... Does this kid have anger issues, or something? I go into a small room that has a hard plastic wall separating me from a small boy that has hair that's at least two feet off of his head. At the moment, the guards are out of the room, but a camera watches from above. Gideon looks at me. He looks confused as to why I'm here. "I hear that you're a fraud psychic who hates the pines" I say. All that literally just came to me. "A little harsh, but yes. And who would you be?" He says. His face is unchanged, but his eyes tell his feeling: confusion, sadness, depression, and a hint of anger. "Well, I am Winter Morse. I need you to come to a party later. At sundown. I will come pick you up at 7:20, then you will walk to the birch trees in the forest by sundown." He shows real emotion then. He smiles a real, happy smile. I stand up, and exit the room. One of the weirder things about this city, is that they allow stupid things to happen. things like: Marrying a woodpecker, Kids can be sent to an adult prison, etc. but one of the stupidest things that they allow here, is allowing the prisoners to go out, for up to 5 hours every six months. I back to the front, and ask a lady at the desk they have if I can take Gideon out for 5 hours tonight. She writes something down in a binder that was covered in webs, and bursting at the seams. I walk outside, and get ready to find stitched heart.

(A/N): Hey, there! I hope you didn't think that this is terrible. I am having to re-do a couple chapters, because they are either exaggerated, or too off-plot. By the way, I am wondering: if I made a third book to this series, to make it a trilogy, how many of you would read the rest? PM or Review me your opinion(s).