Okay, nearly done. Bear with me for this last bit.
Epilogue, Part I
Greenwich, England, 3 Days Later
Daisy Aphen gazed into the unseeing eyes of her daughter. She didn't understand this at all. She was gone for one night, and the next day she finds her husband and daughter all missing. Three days later, they turn up, right outside the door, a weary Arnold carrying an unconscious Rachel in his arms.
She removed her eyes from her daughter's soft brown hair and redirected them towards the open window frame. The fig tree outside had seriously got to be removed. The birds that roosted within those branches were the loudest birds she had ever heard.
Then, suddenly, the occupant of the bed she was sitting on began to stir.
Rachel Aphen cracks open her eyes, to stare directly into the dark hazel irises of her concerned mother.
"Mum?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Were you worried?"
"You know I was."
"Do you know where we went?"
"I've absolutely no clue."
"Oh. Well, mum, did you meet Lumpy?"
"Lumpy?" A note of incredulity.
Rachel seemed to deflate before Daisy Aphen's eyes.
"It's fine, darling, I'm sure you just had a bad dream."
"…yes…I suppose so, mum."
Daisy Aphen picks her apron up off the bedpost, swings it over her head, and walks towards the door frame.
"Tell, me when you want breakfast, love, and I'll fix it for you."
"Of course, mum…"
"See you, love…"
Rachel returns to her pillow, and as her head strikes against the soft, downy, fluff, a thought occurs.
Was it really all a dream?
But it seemed so real.
A maroon patch suddenly shows up before Rachel, mixing with the white of her comfortable shag carpet.
She could've sworn that there was a pair of eyes hiding beneath that thatch of maroon.
So it wasn't a dream after all.
A/N: One more part of the eppie to go. Then I'll post the full disclaimer with the last bit to not violate FFN code, and I'll be done with this disastrous story.
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