So right now, I'm writing this on Google docs with my iPod because I don't have access to a computer. Please forgive me. I'm trying to wrap the story up.

I don't own the Inkheart trilogy, yada, yada, yada.

Mo had just made himself at home in the castle's room when Bridgette stepped inside, toting his daughter.

"Mo," Meggie cried, flinging herself at him. Mo gathered her to his chest.

"You were gone for, like, a day, and we need to hurry. Let's get on with it," Bridgette rushed. She leaned against the wall, bending a knee and placing a foot on it.

"So what is this all about?" Mo asked, beginning about his task.

"There guards around?" When Mo shrugged, Bridgette rolled her eyes but went on. "I think this is how it goes in the story, but I'm not entirely sure. If this works out, we'll be killing off the Adderhead."

"By granting him eternal life," Meggie scoffed.

"Yes and no. See, if we make him this book, then he'll write his name in it, and as long as it's just his name, he lives. Now, if a certain someone else were to write in it, then he—"

"Dies," Mo finished. Bridgette nodded. "And how is this going to work, exactly?"

"That's where you or Meggie comes in. I'll get something written up, explaining all this, and either of you reads it. Then we just have to get it back from the Adder. Clear as mud?"

"A little clearer," Meggie joked. Bridgette nodded again.

"Good."

^..^

Bridgette threw herself into the shadows just in time as a guard passed by. Had she been any slower, she would have been caught.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled up her hood and started back down the corridor. She had to run on her toes to keep her boots from clicking. She found the main entrance and, gathering her courage, cracked the heavy door enough to see out of.

There were guards patrolling the courtyard. She closed the door and looked around for an alternate escape. There! The windows would work.

Bridgette grabbed the sill and heaved herself up. They had a lock, but she turned the switch and pressed gently. The window opened. She peered out, and her stomach dropped. There were bushes to conceal her, but it was a good ten feet down.

Alright, well, I'm a little over five feet. If I hang out of it, there'll only be about five more feet to fall, she reasoned with herself. Slowly, she swung her feet over the edge and turned so she was lying on her stomach. Then she scooted down and hung from the window.

You can do this. You've fallen from higher trees. With that, she unclenched her fingers and let herself fall.

Bridgette landed unsteadily on her feet at first, then plopping down backwards, her ankles and knees aching, but she shook herself off and got back up. She had to find the others.

^..^

"Have my horse waiting," she instructed. "And all of you, be ready. Got it?"

"We've got it, Bridgette," Farid assured her. Bridgette shook her head.

"Ok. I trust you."

"I'm flattered."

They faced each other, studying the person in front of them. Neither of them said a word. And then Bridgette moved towards Farid and pressed her lips to his, one hand on the back of his dark head, the other on his chest. When she pulled away, she cast him one final look and turned to leave.

"I'm sure you are," she called over her shoulder, not looking back again.

^..^

"Here you are, one life-changing document," Bridgette announced, waving a piece of paper in the air as she entered back into the holding room.

"Where'd you go," Meggie asked. "You were gone almost all night."

"Oh, you know me. Just being your average, ordinary, everyday James Bond," Bridgette snapped. She huffed and calmed herself. "Now, who wants to be the reader?"

"Last time I read, you happened."

"Am I the only one here who realizes how weird that sounds?" Bridgette looked from Mo to Meggie, who sort of smiled.

"I'll do it," Meggie finally relented. Bridgette gave her a grin.

^..^

"Keep the path cleared," Bridgette hissed in Meggie's ear. "And we'll pray that I still have my athletic ability."

The two girls and Mo walked in a line towards the throne room. The heavy doors swung back, and they entered. Hips swaying, Bridgette left them and made her way to the Adder, and Meggie briefly wondered why her hips couldn't do half of that.

"One ticket to immortality, just as ordered," Bridgette broadcasted. She mockingly held it out and bowed. Shaking her stray hair back, she straightened and handed it to him. He fingered over it skeptically.

"How can I be sure it'll work?"

"Wanna try it out," she offered with a smirk.

"No."

"Gee, you're a barrel of laughs," she replied snarkily. "Perfect?"

"Enough." He took the pen and ink that a guard held out and scrolled his name across the first page.

"Well," she sighed. "I'm glad we got this settled."

With that, she snapped the book shut and grabbed it from his hands. Bridgette was flying towards the door before anyone knew what had happened.

"Come on!" she screeched, tugging at Mo and Meggie. The followed behind, dodging guards and swords, and hurtled down the steps. There they met the Black Prince and Farid who had their horses waiting. They swung themselves up in a flash. Hooves thundered on the ground. They stayed in a group until they came to a fork in the path.

"Go!" Bridgette shouted. "I'll be fine!"

Everyone turned to head towards the Inn at the Border, but Farid lingered. They started a stare down, but Farid stopped her. "We have to hurry, or they'll catch up. You're not going alone."

He took Philip's reigns and gave them a jerk, making the horse follow along. He could hear her gripe behind him, but he didn't care. She would die by herself, and then everything would have been for nothing.