Annabelle's blue eyes widened as we told our tale. "No fair, Lenore! You're older than me now!" "So?" "Never mind." We were silent. Lock and I had long since buried Darletta, having a makeshift feuneral ceremony. Annabelle had listened silently, gasping now and then. "Say, whatever happened to Malicia?" I asked. "She escaped. We tried to find her, but she's fleed the country," Annabelle replied. "Just so she can wreak havoc some place else," Lock muttered, playing with the chain of his dog tag necklace sullenly. "And what happened to your friends?" Shock asked, "The see-through one and the one with cat ears...?" "They went back to Halloween Town. Turns out we're in the Real World." "The real world?" Barrel asked in awe. "Yes, in a place called Oklahoma." "Oklahoma?" Shock sneered, "Malicia's evil lair was in Oklahoma?" "Yes." "Interesting," Shock whipped around to face me, "We should go back home." "Home...?" I whispered. I gazed at the foothills, where the sun was beginning to set again. ... "Yes. Home."