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Revelations.

"Dada!" Aaron yelled happily. "Dada! Dada! Dada!" he was sitting in the living room of the tree house, flinging John's hat around, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"If I find out who taught him that word," John grumbled angrily shooting a pointed look at Marguerite.

"Well it wasn't me!" She exclaimed.

"I didn't know he'd keep repeating it," Ned moaned.

"He is a child Ned," Challenger pointed out, he had his ear plugged so he shouted the words. "Children have a tendency to do that."

"Well can't they teach him a new word?" John complained.

"He's bored," Veronica said, "wouldn't you be cooped up in this tree house all day?" She wondered, she was standing at the doorway with her arms folded. Her wounds were healed, and the good news was they hadn't scarred too badly. Suddenly Veronica realized what she had just asked. "Nevermind, don't answer that."

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Aaron cried out gleefully.

"Marguerite my dear," John grunted, "I think that's your cue."

"Couldn't we give him some paints?" Ned wondered.

"Right…then you could clean up the mess," Marguerite shot back as she stuck her head into the living room. She didn't see Aaron.

"Aaron?" She called out. "Where are you?"

"Mama!" Aaron shouted again.

"It's all right dear, Mother's here," Marguerite said following Aaron's voice. She finally found him on the balcony. "What did Marguerite tell you? I'm not your mother." Marguerite smiled happily.

"Marguite!" Aaron shouted, he still was holding John's hat, all though…it really wasn't Roxton's anymore. "Mama!" He yelled.

Marguerite furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about Aaron?"

Aaron pointed happily. "Mama!"

Marguerite walked slowly over to where Aaron was standing. She followed Aaron's gaze and her heart caught in her chest. There by the front gate was a body, slumped over; they didn't appear to be moving.

"John!" Marguerite screamed, she reached down and picked Aaron up clinging to him as Aaron happily bounced John's hat off her head.

"What?" John asked, appeared seconds later.

"Someone's down there," Marguerite replied, "and I think its Aaron's mother."