The trees had gown darker as the night wore on, and only the sounds of dry leaves could be heard as Talbot Tang led Timmy Turner and his godparents through the woods.

"Where exactly are we going?" asked Timmy.

"To someone who's been waiting to see you," replied Talbot.

"And that would be...?"

"You should know that much already," replied Talbot, "She's been wondering about you ever since the Bagmen cleared everyone out."

"Who has?"

Talbot cleared away a large web of moss that they had approached, revealing the campsite Talbot had been leading them to. Most of the tents set up were about average size, they could probably fit around three or four people, but the red tent in the very center stood out among them. A light fire had been set up in the center, having started to die down. The smoke that was made from the fire made its way out through a small hole in the trees above. Yes, the trees here curved into each other, with only a small opening to provide natural light to go in and the smoke to go out. It was one of the primary reasons VIGILANCE had selected this spot to rendezvous, as it allowed them to remain well hidden from anyone they didn't want finding them. At this point, Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, unsure if anyone at this site knew the existence of fairies (save for Talbot), turned themselves into pins on Timmy's shirt that looked like boy scout stickers. None of the VIGILANCE agents that were walking by questioned Talbot as he brought this new stranger into their hideout.

"You've been here this whole time?" asked Timmy.

"Well, no," replied Talbot, leading them towards the red tent, "I have my reasons for not working with VIGILANCE in the past, but thanks to Trixie, they were persuaded to place me in charge of this operation."

"Trixie's here?" Timmy excitedly asked.

"Why wouldn't she? It was her idea to find you."

Talbot opened the tent, revealing a few cots with a couple tables for both paperwork and equipment. Inside at the moment were two women, one older and one younger. The older one was quite tall for an Asian woman, and also had short jet-black hair that went to her shoulders. The younger one was wearing a familiar looking sweatshirt with jeans, but without a red cap. Her hair flowed freely as she stepped up and turned around to see the newcomer.

"Trixie?"

"Timmy?"

On the twelfth floor of the Gemini offices, Ramsey sat back in his leather chair pouring himself a class of champagne. He kept the office windows open to show the view of the city from his height. Even in these dark times, the night lights in Dimmsdale gave a certain beauty to the city. Ramsey decided he could get used to this sight. As he sat drinking champagne looking out the window, he failed to hear a series of footsteps walking towards him. He didn't know Konda had walked in until he felt his chair being turned around.

"Enjoyin' yerself?" he asked.

Ramsey's stomach dropped as he saw Konda in front of him.

"Oh, ah, Konda! I wasn't expecting you here until later!"

"Situation's changed a bit, Konda said, "Th' Commander wants a word."

"Oh sure, I'll, uh, I'll get to that in a second," Ramsey hesitantly replied.

Ramsey only had time to take one small sip out of his champagne glass before Konda twisted Ramsey's arm behind his back.

"He would rather speak now," Konda said again.

Ramsey stopped fighting Konda's grip, prompting the latter to let go of him just as the silhouette of the Commander appeared on the nearby screen.

"It looks as though you've been relishing your new resources, Ramsey," the Commander said.

That was quite the understatement. Prior to the past few events, the room was plain white. Now it was painted bright lavender with gold arches. A small fountain had been mounted in the wall, and of course, large portraits, the largest of which was of Ramsey himself, had been placed on the walls not occupied by the fountain or the windows. Ramsey had certainly been splurging with his new resources.

"Yes, thanks for noticing," Ramsey said, "I figured now that I'm at the top for once, I would enjoy luxuries my brother always hoarded for himself."

"And in doing so, you have become your brother," the Commander said.

"Eh...pardon?"

"Tell me, Ramsey...why have you not attempted to find your son or your niece?"

"Y-You said yourself to stop searching for them!"

"Perhaps," the Commander responded, "But that still does not change the fact that you have relinquished your duties to the mission."

"What mission?" asked Ramsey, getting agitated, "The mission is complete! Gemini Labs has taken over town, and the power has been turned to our favor!"

"I should have guessed you would not remain loyal once you had your riches...you fat pig."

Now Ramsey was getting anxious, feeling something drop in the pit of his stomach. The Commander never used such mundane insults unless he had been truly angry.

"Excuse me? What does that mean?"

"It means you are long overdue for atoning for your past sins. For the murder of Norlene!"

"W-Wait, what? How did you..."

"Goodbye, Ramsey."

Ramsey had no time to comprehend what was going on. The bullet fired from Konda's trusty revolver had pierced the back of his head before he could respond, leaving just an empty shell.

"What did you mean by 'Norlene', Commander?" asked Konda.

"That is not your concern," replied the Commander, resuming his usual calm, "What is your concern is getting a clean-up crew in here to dispose of the body. I want this room cleared out completely before our public announcement.

"Which announcement is that?"

"Ever since we captured Jeffrey Tang, I've contemplated ways to use him to bring Trixie and her merry band of misfits back to Dimmsdale. Now, after careful consideration...I know just how we can do that."

"Trixie!" Timmy exclaimed, "Oh man, it's really great to see you!"

In one second, Trixie was standing in front of him. The next, he felt her hand slap his face, both of which had still been surprisingly delicate considering what they both had been though the past several weeks.

"THAT'S for leaving when we needed you most!" Trixie shouted.

Timmy was nothing short of shocked. Even if he hadn't been on speaking terms with her the last time they spoke in his backyard, he didn't think she could be so monumentally pissed at him. At least not enough to slap him.

"Well," muttered Talbot, "Wasn't expecting that."

Trixie brought her arms forward again, leaving Timmy to flinch, bracing himself for more brutal slaps. Instead, he felt his head being pulled in, her soft lips planting themselves onto his own. Since Trixie's eyes were closed, she couldn't see the further shock in Timmy's eyes. It was a good long few seconds before she broke the kiss.

"THAT'S for coming back."

"Wasn't expecting that, either," Talbot remarked.

"Now I'm really confused," Timmy said.

"Timmy...I won't lie to you," Trixie replied (as if she had a choice), "When my mom was murdered, I was really angry with you for leaving us. For leaving me. I couldn't understand why you would turn your back on everything you cared for."

"I don't either, Trixie," Timmy said morosely, "Gabriel...just really spoke out to me."

"And that was the whole problem. But I'm equally responsible as well. I voted for him, too."

"Wait...really? You voted for Gabriel? Why?"

"Because while what he's done is inexcusable and unforgivable, he was right about one thing; the barriers between our social statuses has to end. That's why I'm helping now. Not just to get back at them for what they did to..."

Trixie suddenly started to choke up, unable to finish her sentence. Timmy instinctively pulled her into a warm hug, allowing Trixie's tears to fall freely onto his shoulders.

"I'm sorry...it still hurts," she sobbed, "But I swear to you, Timmy, no matter what my friends say, and even if I fail to get my family's assets back...I won't ignore you anymore. You will be treated like any decent human being. And if anyone has a problem with that, they have a problem with me."

"Wow...thanks! You have no idea how amazing it feels to hear you say that," Timmy said, releasing Trixie from his embrace.

"It was long overdue," Trixie remarked.

"Ahem...while I hate to interrupt this touching moment..."

This came from the other woman that had been sitting next to Trixie just moments ago. Timmy didn't realize how tall she really was until she stood up just now.

"Oh...sorry, Ming," Trixie said.

"Oh right, I forgot to mention you," Talbot said.

"And you are...?" Timmy asked.

"Ming," she replied, "And while I always fought against Gemini Labs, now it's become personal."

"Why?"

In the mere two seconds between his inquiry and her response, Timmy had already made the connection in his head. The closeness between herself and Trixie. The aura of elegance that emitted from Tang women. Most importantly, the similar facial structure of Trixie's mother.

"Beatrix was my sister," replied Ming.

"Ming's your aunt?" Timmy asked Trixie, "How did you find each other?"

Before Ming or Trixie could respond, one of the VIGILANCE agents came running in, holding a transmitter the size of an iPad in his hands. He had evidently been in a great rush to get here, judging by the sweat running down his face and the heavy breathing coming from his body.

"You guys need to hear this!" he exclaimed, "The Commander is sending out a transmission!"

"Looks like storytime will have to wait," Ming replied.

The agent gave Talbot the transmitter as Timmy, Trixie, and Ming gathered around him.

"It is time our enemies realized the futility of their situation," the Commander transmitted.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Dr. Alexander had transmitted from another end.

"By making an example of their own," the Commander replied, "Our special prisoner, Jeffrey Tang, is to be brought to the Dimmsdale Mall for our public display."

"D-Dad?"

"Send word to all; Jeffrey Tang is sentenced to be executed at this time tomorrow evening."