Sorry this took so long. I've known about this chapter for a while, but putting it into words was hard. Really hard. So sorry if it turns out to be a bit rubbish.

There's been a ton of snow, so I had more time to write this as school was off. I also have watched Gravity Falls! Love it so much...

Thanks to all my reviewers, I hope you guys continue to enjoy! Couldn't do it without ya, love ya, thanks for the support!

I've stopped doing disclaimers, as it is fairly obvious I don't own anything.

Welcome home? That's one more piece to add to the growing puzzle box.

Before I could ask any questions Rob O' gestured towards the large rosewood doors which were already opening slowly. Two guardish-looking people dressed in white robes and golden chest-plates holding long spears stood to attention as they held the doors for us to pass through. They dipped their heads for a moment as I passed by. I also noticed that they were women: not sure why that stuck, it just seemed to strike me as odd.

"Um, thanks?" I said, not sure of how or if I was supposed to speak. The hall that met us was tall - really tall. The ceiling was a good 15 meters high and decorated with gold and silver swirls made from mosaic tiles that swooped across the entire hall. There were pillars holding up the lavishly decorated room, white stone and utterly spotless. Beneath my feet was marble, cold and patterned in the way that marble is. The walls were hung with tapestries (much like the ones that I had seen when I had woken in the mysterious bedroom from which I couldn't move) depicting what looked like some sort of battle or war.

We were bustled through another archway that was made from Rosewood, engraved similarly like the photo-frame I had back in my real room... if it was still there. (I was starting to see a theme in decoration in these places. That or the architect had a serious amnesia problem.)

2 heavy doors (Rosewood, AGAIN) were shut by guards in identical attire to the ones by the front doors, locking themselves out in the process.

I turned back to face the room we were now stood in and drew in a small breath. It was I could manage...

I found myself spinning as I took in the decoration of the room: a vast marble floor covered by a thin silver carpet, held down somehow by tiny golden mosaic square tiles. The walls were carved with intricate hand designs, dabbed with gold to create a Greek frieze effect.

I was so absorbed by it all I didn't notice that Rob O' and I weren't the only ones in side the magnificent room. I caught my cousins eye. He was stood up straight with his hands behind his back, looking from me to something behind me at the other end of the long hall.

My head to the floor, I turned around until I was facing the same way Rob O' was. Slowly, I looked up. I wasn't sure what to expect: it could of been anything when I was in a place like this. I had a feeling it was important though as the relaxed hedgehog behind me was stood to attention.

It was another hedgehog. She looked old, yet young at the same time. I'll go with aged gracefully to sum it up. She had long turquoise quills that reached just above the floor, lying straight over her white and gold embroidered dress. Upon her head lay a golden ring, circling her head, encrusted with what looked like small shining diamonds. She was smiling warmly, the kind of smile that made you see all that was good in the world and want to hug the nearest person to you. Creases worked their way around her features.

Her eyes were grass green.

"Hello Amelia." Her voice was old but in a smooth, gentle way. Again, warming.

"Um, hi." I rubbed my left arm awkwardly, looking from left to right, up and down, anywhere other than the woman in front of me. Did I mention that I am kind of awkward around some people. It's nothing personal to them, I just have this... thing.

"You must be confused." Her eyebrows were raised.

"Understatement. I'm so confused that I've stopped thinking about it." I admitted. When in doubt, talk it out. Or at least it's something like that...

"Come here. My name is Elvira Hadrada Rose."

"That's a nice name. Mine's Sherlock Holmes." I hadn't moved from my spot. Come on, I was in a castle with people I had never or vaugly met and you expect me to just do as they say? Please.

"You're cautious? I have to say I can't blame you. But you don't need to be afraid."

"I'm not scared."

"I know. But had nothing else to say." I half-smiled. Wit. Not bad. She got up and began to walk towards me slowly, holding onto a gold and white cane.

"I see you've met your cousin." I turned my head to look at him. He smiled and winked.

"Yes. He's annoying." I heard a scoff from behind me and I smirked. Amy: one, Rob O' nil.

"You're quick to judge. You get to know him a bit better, he's not bad."

"I'll just have to take your word for it then." She laughed lightly and stopped in front of me. She was a little taller than me. What struck me as odd was that she wasn't bent over and in need of a cane. She stood as straight as me, head tilted slightly so she could get a better look at me. She was looking right into my eyes, squinting slightly as is looking for something.

"It is you. You have our eyes." She swiftly turned and paced back to the other side of the room, much quicker than she had walked before. I blinked. Our eyes? Ah, now I knew what she meant.

"I'm guessing everyone in your family has green eyes then?" She kept walking but slowed down.

"Yes. Now follow me, I have something to show you." I hesitated. "All your questions will be answered if you do."

"Tempting, very tempting." I grinned and jogged to catch up with her. When my foot pressed against the carpet, it shimmered and rippled like extremely still water when a small pebble had been dropped into it. Rob O' looked at me, smiling at the look of amazement on my face.

"Impressive isn't it?" I decided that I wasn't going to let him win this. End of.

"Meh, I've seen better." I brushed past him, head held high in mock royalness.

"Come on you two, you can catch up later." We continued after her. It was now that I noticed 2 long slits along the back of her dress, stretching from her shoulder blade to the half-way point of her back. Fashion thing, I thought.

Several decorated archways and rosewood doors later, Elvira stopped us in front of yet another pair of doors (you guess the wood, I'm pretty sure you'll get it right).

"This place is huge by the way."

"Yes it is. But then, it has to be to hold what it needs to." Oh brilliant, ANOTHER piece to add to the confusion collection.

She opened the door the same way Rob O' had done in the carriage: by running her finger down the center whilst muttering something I couldn't quite make out. They swung open with a loud creak, groaning as if not opened in years.

Black. Pitch Black. There aren't really many words that could describe what I saw. Some people would go over descriptive and use words like empty or hollow. Thing was, it didn't feel empty. I could sense something: an ominous power. I knew because of this that what lay inside was important and dangerous. That and the doors were 10 inches thick.

I followed them in. The doors closed almost silently. I couldn't see anything. I took a step forwards further into the dark.

"Amelia. Stay still." I froze at the sound of Elvira's voice.

That's when I noticed it: a faint, almost unnoticeable pale white glow about 4 meters away from where we were stationed. It throbbed faintly, becoming brighter with each pulse until it was light enough to see what the room looked like. The light steadied and stopped at a constant light, emerging from what looked like a hand-sized emerald.

The room was about 5 meters square, tiny in comparison to every other room and hallway we had walked through to get here. The walls where stone, hung with red and gold majestic tapestries. There were pieces of furniture scattered here and there, velvet and rosewood in material. There was a four-poster bed with a hand-made patchwork quilt thrown over it. Everything had a thin layer of dust. The curtains were moth-eaten and ragged. There was a rung on the bare floor, smoothed down from over-use.

"I know this place..." Of course. It was the same bed-room I had seen in one of my memories.

"You have seen this before?"

"Yes, in a drea- I mean memory."

"Interesting. Of all the places..." she trailed of as she stepped across the room to one of the the windows. "You say memory, yet you were going to say dream. Why?"

"I... I used to think the visions were just stupid dreams, like I'd been watching too many fantasy films or something. But I had a bit of help from-" I thought quickly. Should I tell her Rob O' helped me? No. Bad idea. "-a friend and worked out that they were memories."

"And would that friend be Rob O'?" I stuttered, blown away by her guessing. "It's nice of you to cover up for him, but I know he told you. I had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to hold his tounge." Rob O' looked down at the floor, avoiding Elvira's gaze.

"It's okay Rob O'. I'm actually rather glad you told her, it saves me a lot of bother so we can get straight to facts."

"Speaking of facts, I have this time, I want answers. No riddles, no confusion, just plain straight answers."

"And you will get them. Go on." She sat on a chair that was positioned against one of the walls. There was silence between all of us.

"Wait. You mean, just ask? Like, now?" She nodded, not speaking, just smiling her gentle smile. "Well. Um..." I had so many questions, yet none seemed to spring of any importance. I didn't know how long I had here, so I decided to try and chose important ones.

"Where exactly are we?"

"Above the Mortal World and Earth-bound Realm."

"So... in the sky?"

"Yes, in a way. Only we cannot be seen by the Mortal world. The Earth-bound realm however, can."

"Okay. What's the difference between the Earth-bound Realm and the Mortal World?"

"I assume you know what Mortal means, short life and so on. Earth-bound inhabitants are like the Immortalis, Imortal- forever living, only stuck to the pitiful ground and without flight."

"If you're an Imor-thingy, then why don't you and Rob O' have wings?" She paused. Got Ya. Or so I though. She rose from the chair and closed her eyes. Her body began to glow and two wings were formed by glowing light droplets. They transformer to soft, downy feathers. Some morphed further into harder flight feathers. The light faded.

Wings. Much bigger and whiter than any of the other people's.

"Does that answer your question." I felt my head nod up and down.

"Wow... does Rob O' have-" I turned to see him stood grinning, similar wings adorning his back.

"Any more questions?" I thought for a while.

"Yes. Why am I here? Oh, and why did Rob O' say 'Welcome Home'?"

"My dear. You are home. That is why he said it."

"No, I live in England. On..." I faltered.

"Immortalis Street?" She answered for me.

"Oh. I think I understand." Elvira walked towards me and placed her hand on my shoulder; it was as warm and inviting as her smile.

"You don't belong on the Mortal Earth among the Earth-Bounders. You belong here. I'll show you in a way you'll understand." She walked over to the center of the room which lay bare. Outstretching her hand, she chanted under her breath. A large old-looking leather-bound book appeared. I didn't flinch or stare - this was becoming a regular occurence to me.

"The 'familia Historia'. That's -"

"Family History in Mortal tounge." I blurted.

"You... you understand Immortali?"

"N-not usually..." she nodded knowingly.

"Ah. I see. Being here is bringing back subconscious memories."

"What ever floats your boat. Now, what was that book for?" She opened in on a certain page.

"Your 'parents' aren't your real parents. They don't know that either; they think you are theirs. We created memories, even the mothers simulation of-"

"Okay! Enough of that. Just, more on why please." I said, embarrassed and slightly disgusted.

"Your real mother was an Immortali. Like me and Rob O'. Your father was an Earth-bounder. They were never meant to meet. You see it was-" She stopped suddenly, frozen with her eyes wide.

"What? See it was what?"

"We're out of time." She muttered mostly to herself, but Rob O' looked like he understood. "You are to go back to the Earth now."

"W-what?! But I just got here! I have so many questions-"

"And we have no time to answer them. You must return!" She sounded panicked now. "Go!" She pressed her fore-finger against my fore-head and said "Domum."

The familiar sensation of swirling began. The room's colours blurred.

"Okay! But one more question! Why do I have to avoid Sonic?!" I never got an answer. Either they were ignoring me or couldn't here over the rushing wind. The wind stung my eyes, but I kept them open determined not to lose sight of them. Tears began to fall from the dry bite of the wind.

"PLEASE!"

Nothing. I was surrounded by nothing. No colour, no objects. I wasn't afraid though. Or confused. Happy. Content. At peace.

'Amy...'

My ears perked up at the miniscule noise.

'Amy.'

I turned to see where the voice was coming from: it seemed to be everywhere.

"Amy!" I opened my eyes and inhaled sharply.

I was back in the class room, with Sonic knelt over me, a worried look on his face.

"Sonic..." I knew everyone was staring at me, but I didn't care. I needed something real to hold onto.

He didn't reject me when I hugged him tightly and began to cry silently into his chest. He swung his arms around me, burying his face in the top of my quills, making 'shh' noises and telling me it was okay and rocking us back and forwards soothingly.

"It's fine Amy. You're back. I won't let them hurt you. Never again. You don't belong there."

Sonic knew something. He definitely did: his last words confirmed it. He was part of this whole mess. Was it wrong that my heart was beating beyond normal pace, that my stomach felt like an explosion of dragonflies? To them, probably.

But right now, I was too busy relishing in the fact I was home on Earth.

Aw, fluff! Yes, I needed that at the end. I've been on a real down-note, but that made me feel better!

See you in the next chapter! Oh, and there will be more group discussion, but I needed that out of the way. All in good time, my readers, all in good time.

Charley, tired but happy and OUT!