Heyy,

Heyy,

Well, this is the next chapter guys, and hope you like it. Oh yah, I'm looking for a beta at the moment so I was wondering, if anyone wants to help beta the story (plus get a sneak preview of what is to come ) review and tell me that you want to be my beta! First come First serve! Okay? Fantastic!

Lotsa Love

Moiranne Rose

Will's mother was shocked, indescribably shocked. She didn't know how to react to her sullen, brooding child having such a simple expression of pure joy. Nor could she think why in the world he would be hugging something she couldn't even see. She had spent the last 20 years worrying over her son's ornery self, and even when he wasn't awake and moping around, she would lie on the king-sized bed, of which one side would never be filled, and cry at the way her family had crumbled ever since she had supposedly 'gone mad'.

When Will had told her that her husband would never return, in her mind, she had already considered him long gone. But this dragging mist of pain had followed her and Will through the years as they picked up the pieces of their 'normal' lives.

It had had laughter too, their days as a family of two had had so many happy snippets, like when on Mother's Day, he'd gotten up at the crack of dawn to make biscuits, only to have the flour bag, which hung precariously at the side of the cabinet, unceremoniously dunk half its contents onto his head. It had been funny, while it lasted. But he had always gone back to his gloomy, depressed self, despite her concern for him. But for now, she was glad, albeit shocked, to see him smile so genuinely again. Even when he was hugging onto a being she could not see.

Then she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she saw a being shrouded in gold, shining brightly like the sun on the hottest summer day. Her radiance made out an outline of the being with which her son was so enthralled to meet. A lady, by the looks of it, about his age too. Was this the...,she groped for the name in her memory, she had heard him call out this name once or twice in his dreams, ah yes, Lyra that he seemed to so sorely miss? She had not much time to think of such thoughts, since she had most of her attention given to the angel who was casting a fiery gaze around her.

Xaphania did something she had never expected she would do, she inclined her head respectfully. Elaine Parry was shocked, to say the least, but remembered her manners and bowed back. Xaphania walked, no correction, she glided over to the embracing lovers, and tapped on Will's shoulder. He broke away, still holding onto Lyra shamelessly. He smiled, like he was seeing someone he remembered from a long time ago. The angel turned back and placed her hand against Elaine's head, conveying a stream of comprehension and understanding through her. Then she placed her palms on Will and Lyra's heads, and pulled them into a void all over again.

Leaving Elaine Parry smiling slightly with comprehension, and turning to close the fridge door.

Will's mind was spinning with the things that had happened over the last few minutes. All the things he could be thankful for. Lyra, that would take all his thanks, his smile and laughter had returned. Even when he promised Lyra he wouldn't make comparisons, or think about the time they had lost building the Kingdom of Heaven, he couldn't forget. In his place, he knew that no one could. Yet to have her again, he felt that beautiful arterial burst of love that reminded him of all the times he thought of this. He felt the rush of grief that had filled him when he pressed that final tear of Lyra's to his cheek. Every thought, every feeling was spread out over the tapestry of his life. He could feel them rush through him, making him feel all that he had felt when he was younger, all the success, all the failure, rushing through his veins once again. He was both exhilarated and scared of the sensations.

Then all of a sudden, everything stood still.

Looking around, he was in awe. The place they had come into was not unlike Cittagazze, the City of Magpies, but it was more, vibrant, than Cittagazze had ever been. It was glowing with golden shimmers shrouding all the high towers and roads, though it gave the impression that one was only viewing the world through a glass pane. He looked to Xaphania, in the same period where Lyra did too, their hands linked almost childishly.

"Welcome, children and daemons, to the Transit World."

The aforementioned Transit World was a bustling city of molten gold with millions of people going through it. It had gleaming windows looking out into a million different worlds, with rain, sunshine, hail, cars, everything.

They could only gasp in awe, and of course turn to the all-knowing angel for answers.

A/N: Thanks dear readers, for sticking by me. I had to finish 2 stupid projects for my evil teachers these past few weeks so this has taken a while coming. I just used this to start ou into the whole "Transit World" thing. And I swear, the next one will be out soon. PROMISE!

Lotsa Love,

Moiranne Rose