Epilogue
In another corner of the world, Melrose had finished her classes and was heading home in the rain, soaked and chilled to the bone as she approached her front door. Her thoughts had been on little else beyond the rain and her rush home for shelter, but a certain someone had found room within her head. She had wondered about Janice, and her absence from the family for several months now, and how things were going to be as time passed on.
Towards the beginning, she had been glad to know Janice had gone missing and would not return, but those thoughts had soured in time and Melrose felt herself maturing beyond such bitter contemplations. She began to consider her behaviour towards the girl and would at times find herself overwhelmed with guilt and regret. Several times she had desired to search for her long lost sibling, but her anguish had restrained her and left her suffering in silence for her misdeeds. For now though, she had best get inside before she became sick from either the rain or the cold wind.
However, things were about to get much words for the family. From a field of vegetation opposite to the house, lurking within the foliage and the peering through the leaves, a figure lay in wait. He watched the house as the girl shut the door behind her, likely feeling safe from any possible danger. But she could not be more wrong, as the lurking fiend clicked his rocking teeth together in anticipation.
"We are not in Kansas anymore".