Chapter Twelve: Truth


The smiles were the worst part. So content and innocent, occupying the places they didn't belong, stretched across their protégés faces. They were intruders, treacherous invaders, deceitful trespassers that were residing in places they weren't welcome. Flash hated them, loathed their very existence. They were wrong. They had no place there, no grounds for even existing.

Flash carefully uncooked Artemis from her pod, snapping the electrodes from her skin and disengaging the locks around her wrists and ankles. He was unused to the wistful smile that had claimed the archer's expression – it was too soft and sweet; it made her look young and vulnerable as though she were a small child. The characteristic smirk and occasionally spiteful scowl were gone, as though a stranger was wearing her face. Had Artemis been conscious, Flash could easily have seen her marching up to Crane and shoving her arrows into some very uncomfortable places – she would be furious to see that dopey grin playing on her face, that vulnerable happiness tugging upwards on her lips. However, just like the others, her beaming expression didn't falter when he freed her from the pod, or even when he gently set her next to Roy. If it was possible, his overly content expression was even out of place than Artemis's. Even when Roy had been younger, he had only smiled on rare occasions, and never as wide as he was now. The older speedster hastily scanned the eight teens, his stomach twisting as he quickly found each and every smile – each one as nauseatingly, repulsively, horribly pleased as the last.

They were all so happy. They were so unbelievably pleased, having everything they wanted and needed – and now the League was going to take it all away.

Saving himself from his careful examination of the sidekicks – Wally's syrupy-sweet grin in particular – he turned his attention to Batman. The Dark Knight was hunched over Scarecrow, binding the villain up with some of the wires and cables that Flash had removed while freeing their protégés from the pods. Judging from Crane's limp limbs and unusually compliant demeanor, Barry could tell the man was still unconscious. Batman finished the bindings up with a forceful double-knot, standing up and catching Flash's glance.

"So, Bats…" Barry flicked his eyes around the room, indicating everything that had just gone on, "I think we should call the League right about now."

Batman nodded, taking his gloved hand and going for a head piece inserted in the horns of his cowl, "Batman to Green Arrow, Martian Manhunter, and Aquaman – priority alert."

Within seconds, muffled static entered Flash's own communicator as his feed was patched in with Batman's and connecting with the rest of the League's.

Green Arrow was the first to respond, static mumbling in Batman's ear before catching hold of Ollie's voice, "You found them?" the archer asked hopefully once the line had cleared of all white-noise.

"Yes," Batman answered, "But there are complications." He inserted quickly, trying to kill Arrow's hope before it took hold of his heart.

It worked, and Green Arrow audibly sighed, "Of course. Because nothing is ever easy, is it?"

"No," Bruce replied solemnly as he flicked a look at Robin, "Nothing ever is. Can you trace my coordinates?"

A brief pause allowed a torrent of static to erupt into the air momentarily before Green Arrow replied, "My GPS system is tacking our feed – I can totally find your coordinates. Seriously though? You're in Gotham – all we really need to do is find an old building near a dock."

"That is a trite assumption, Arrow," Manhunter intoned, "A rash stereotype. Now, Batman," the Martian addressed Bruce, "What are the complications you mentioned?"

"Crane introduced a new strain of Fear Gas into the Team's systems, along with Red Arrow and Zatanna-"

"I was not aware of Zatanna's presence," John murmured in monotone, his voice curious for an explanation.

"Though Zatanna is not yet an official member of the Team, she has taken up residence in the Mountain because of her father's new circumstances. While she was not authorized for this mission, she appears to have disregarded her inactive status, and because there were no formal rules made against it, I assume the Team 'kidnapped' her once again."

The silence that followed was short, but the fleeting seconds were heavy with solemnity and thick with discomfort – no one was comfortable with Dr. Fate's negotiation tactics.

"I see." John replied, "Continue. You mentioned Fear Gas?"

"Fear Gas?" Aquaman inquired.

"It targets your brain," Flash supplied, "Makes you see what you fear most – nasty stuff," Barry visibly shuddered, obviously remembering his own experience, "But the stuff they're on is more like Happy Gas."

"Meaning?" Oliver asked, his tone clearly illustrating that he just wanted to get to the point – Bruce noted that his worry was clouding his usually relaxed persona.

"The gas in their systems is giving them very realistic hallucinations targeting their hopes and desires – if we understand correctly, they are experiencing their perfect world." Batman summarized, "We have removed the source of the gas, a breathing tube covering their mouths, but that had little effect."

"More like 'no effect'. We think the Happy Gas triggered a negative – er, positive, whatever – reaction in their brains. The removal of the supply of gas didn't jar them out of it."

"They're brains have accepted the reality the gas released," Batman finished, "So they're not waking up."

"And," Flash added, his hyper accelerated thinking kicking in, "If they remain like this much longer, they'll slip into comas – and then their bodies will start to shut down – and then…" he didn't finish, the full realization impacting him like a car at full speed. If the Team didn't wake up soon, they never would.

Silence enveloped the conversation before Batman reentered.

"That won't be happening. Arrow, have you found my coordinates?" Batman asked moments after Flash had finished his explanation.

"Yes – and J'onn, one guess on what kind of building they're at."

The Martian inaudibly sighed – it was probably an old building, near a dock of some sort; obviously proving Arrow's point.

"Good," Batman ignored Arrow's last sentence, "Manhunter, how soon would you say you can get here?"

"You need me to go into their minds to retrieve them?"

"Yes."

"I'll be on my way soon. Forty minutes."

The communicators went silent.

Flash and Batman both sent a glance behind them, to the teen's lined up carefully against the wall, their breathing even and deep, with content intruding smiles heaved upon their faces.


It'd been a long time since Wally had been able to ask where the time had gone. As a speedster, he always knew exactly when and where and how every minute of every day had been spent. Every second had seemed to drag on for eternity, each moment so agonizingly slow, as if time moved through molasses.

It was so nice to have a minute be sixty seconds, to have a second be sixty milliseconds. It was wonderful to lose track of time, to gaze up at the sky that had once been filled with sun and see a night full of stars. Everyone else took it for granted, that time would move at the perfect pace for them. They expected it. No person who wasn't a speedster could possibly hope to relate to it, could possibly wrap their minds around the idea of slowing everything down for a world that would never function fast enough for them. And how could they? How could they understand that torture?

How could they know what it was like to always be hungry? To always be waiting for something to happen? They had never felt like a coiled spring ready to pounce, every moment stretching on like the suspense scene in horror movies. They couldn't have possibly hoped to understand.

Robin had understood as best he could – but even his best friend would never completely be aware of how hard it was. How he couldn't help how impulsive or rash he'd seemed – and how could he not have been? How could he not react in a world like that? How could he not be excited by the fact that something was happening? How could he be expected to wait?

Wally shook his head – that didn't matter now. It hadn't been real. That world, his speed – it hadn't happened.

"Something on your mind, kid?" Barry asked, a smile in his voice – that carefree and caring tone and that relaxed attitude.

Wally stretched, "Huh?" he asked, looking around the room – oh, right. He, Barry, and Iris were squished together on the coach, the television screen lighting up the darkened room and flashing with scenes from the movie. He'd totally zoned out – he smiled briefly, noting once again he'd been allowed to lose track of time, "Oh, no. Nothing really – I just spaced. What'd I miss?"

"His wife is the killer," Barry informed him, and Wally nodded even if he didn't know what Barry was talking about at all – man, he really hadn't been paying attention.

"Knew it." Wally stated breezily, and Barry chuckled.

"Right, of course you did." His uncle said with sarcastic warmth.

Wally rolled his eyes and leaned forward, pulling a bowl of popcorn of the coffee table in front of him. He tossed a few pieces into his mouth before relaxing back against the coach – popcorn tasted fantastic. It was a bit buttery – something he'd never been able to notice before – but absolutely fantastic.


The bright lights danced across the circus tent's red and white canvas walls, and the recognizable smell of popcorn, elephant, fire, gunpowder, and sweat flooded his senses. Laughing people and cheering crowds echoed from the stands. Light-up swords and glow sticks lit up crowd like flares as the lights died down, indicating the show would start in just ten minutes.

Robin's heart wrenched, his stomach churned, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle this. His heart rate increased – he could do this. It was just a tent. His parents were alive. There wasn't anything major about this. Nothing.

He could do this.

But then, he could see them falling – his mother's pleading eyes, her hands reaching up to him ever though he'd never be able to grab hold. He could visualize his father – his big and strong father – hitting the ground, not moving. He could felt sick, feel the blood draining from his face – his stomach lurched, and sweat threatened to start beading down his forehead.

"You okay, sweetie?"

Dick felt his mother's hand land gently on his shoulder, and he turned his head, catching her warm brown eyes sparkling; for a flash of second, he pictured them glossy, and he nearly lost his lunch. He got control of himself though, taking an unnoticeable deep breath and shaking the image off – his mother was back to normal, the dim lights barely skimming over her delicately caring features.

"Me? Oh, absolutely." Dick muttered, catching the knowing look in his parents' eyes. They knew him too well, recognized his subtle discontent.

He glanced upwards, his eyes trained on the acrobatic platforms hanging above, the trapeze.

He would have asked why they were visiting the circus if he hadn't already known, but he did. His mother and father were visiting family here, and they had come early to see their act for old time's sake. Of course, he already knew the name of the performance, but he had still shuddered a bit when his parents had happily announced they'd be taking him to see the Flying Graysons.

He'd almost told them right then. With his mother's worried eyed focused on him, his father's gaze zeroed in on his son's pale face, both searching for explanation – but he didn't. How could he? If he couldn't have mustered up the courage to explain to them before, how could he do it now, when they were here?

"You don't look fine. If you're feeling sick, we could just go home…" his father drawled, considerately thinking out how it would work as he eyed the exits.

"No!" Dick whispered fiercely, trying not to startle the rest of the people sitting by them in the audience, "This means a lot to you guys. And I want to see the family. I'll get over it."

Mary and John exchanged a quick knowing look before turning to Dick and nodding in understanding, "We can leave if you want to," his mother said gently, his father quickly adding, "Yeah, don't stay because you feel it's an obligation."

But it was, wasn't it? He had to stay, to face this down – to prove to himself that Robin had only ever been a nickname, to verify that that night on the high-wire had been a stupid false memory induced by heavy medication.

"Guys, I'm fine," he promised, fitting in a smile on his face, even though the darkened lights made it nearly imperceptible. He would obviously be fine – he just had to keep in mind that…that nothing had happened here. There was no reason to be upset.

It'd be fine. He should just get over this. But – it was just so hard. He couldn't just push those bloody images out of his mind, couldn't erase those memories. There were things that you just couldn't simply un-see. They were locked in his mind, those vacant brown eyes, those unmoving bodies, those lines snapping from the hooks – those screams. Those terrible, awful, heart-wrenching screams. The flat thud of lifeless bodies smacking against the ground. His name, half-formed, dying on his mother's tongue, the light fading from his father's eyes.

Those scenes would never leave him; he could feel them like a scar that had marred his brain, burned into his mind.

"I'm fine." Dick repeated, admittedly more to himself than to his parents.

"Well, okay." His father agreed.

"If you feel the slightest bit sick…" his mother trailed.

"Mary, he said he's fine. I'll keep an eye on him – hey, son, popcorn?" his father asked, offering Dick a bag.

He nodded, grabbing a handful from the bag and popping a single piece into his mouth – it was oddly familiar, and he realized it was a memory from the simulation, the too-salty popcorn from Haley's Circus. He shrugged off the twist in his stomach, quickly downing the whole handful.

"Thanks," Dick whispered, but finally a spotlight was being turned to the stage, and Dick let out a genuine smile as Mr. Haley enfettered in the center ring.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen!" he called to the crowd, taking a sweeping bow.

The audience roared, excitement building up rapidly – little kids started waving their glowsticks with enthusiasm and adults were displaying amused grins.

"Thank you, thank you – we have an exciting night ahead of us, a lot planned!" Mr. Haley addressed the crowd. He waited for more hoots and hollers to die down before continuing.

"Normally, we here at Hayley's save the best for last," his voice boomed.

Dick squirmed in his seat. Now? They were on now? He took a deep breath, killing the anxiety that was trying to overtake him. He could totally do this.

"However," the ringmaster announced, giving this thick mustache a twirl, "I would like you to put your hands together for…The Fly Graysons!"

The spotlight darted off of Hayley and made a beeline for the top the high-wire. Standing on the highest platform, Dick bit his lip as he saw his whole family from the circus standing up there, waving to the animated crowd below. Some blew kisses, others took bows, waved, displayed small feats of flexibility – like one of his aunts putting her foot behind her head, using one hand to wave to a few of the audience members who clapped and whistled as she once again lowered her leg. Dick felt sweat grow in his palms, but he shook it off – he could so do this. His parents weren't even up there.

"This family has been doing acrobatics for generations, making them completely at home in the air!" Haley raved, "Their acrobatics are world-renowned, and ladies and gentlemen, you will see them perform tonight – without the safety of a net!"

He'd be fine. He'd be totally fine.

And he was.

Nothing happened, nothing went wrong. He watched his family leap through the air, dance on thin wires, twist and turn like they owned the sky, as if they dared gravity to reclaim them. They were poetry in motion, graceful and weightless as the flipped and flew from bar to bar. It was stunning, thrilling, daring – it was art, a picture being painted with actions. It was music without sound, a story without words – it was the most mesmerizing thing he'd ever witnessed. The way his relatives owned the stage, the way they moved, the grace and precision that followed their every step – he couldn't describe it, couldn't justify their actions with any word of any language. It simply was.

For a split second, he wondered if that's what he and his parents had looked like together. Had they flown through the air with such command? Had they elegantly swooped and dived through the air like that? Had their audience been as captivated by them as he was with his family?

Before these questions could run away with him, he banished them from his mind – no, they hadn't. Because Mary and John Grayson had left the circus to raise their kid. And now they were just visiting their family, not their death place.

The act ended with an eruption of approval from the crowd, claps and cheers so loud and distinct Dick couldn't hear his own applause or shouts leave his mouth. His ears were still ringing even when the noise had died away and the people seated themselves, waiting for the next act and excitedly murmuring about the Flying Graysons.

"So, son – you seem to be feeling better." His father rumbled warmly, and Dick felt his father wrap one arm around his shoulder and give him a quick squeeze.

"Must have been a stomach thing – I feel fine now." The raven-haired boy replied giving his a smile.

Blatant lies, of course – his stomach felt fine, if a bit upset from the saltiness in the popcorn. But he did feel better. He was hit with a wave of relief, and as he glanced to view his parents, both on either side of him, and he felt a flood of happiness wash over him.

He loved them. He loved them so much it hurt, and he'd missed them so badly. He'd missed just hanging out with them, having breakfasts together, listening to his mother hum and his father whistle as they went about their day. He'd missed his father's familiar blue eyes, the ones that so closely mirrored his own. He'd longed to hear them again, to see them, to touch them – to talk with them. Losing them had been like having his legs kicked out from under him and his heart ripped out. He'd spent so many days and countless nights starring up at the sky, just praying that somehow, someway, they could see him, that they were proud of him.

And now…now they were here.

Nothing else seemed to matter.


Author's Note: I finished this chapter and my internet is working :D I will try to answer the mailbag through PM later today because I plan on being at a hotspot! Sorry for this taking so long! Also, really you guys; the reviews have meant a lot.

Also, looking for some good reads? I would highly suggest Shattered Piecesby JadeBrcin2116and Possession by Ally Marton and Breaking Speed by Adoglover5. They are wonderful Wally-Whump stories that have captivated my attention. Check them out, along with Fears by Ghostdog401. All are just so wonderful! I fangirl every time I see an update. So much win.

Mailbag:

TO ALL:

So, you guys, as you can see I picked a cover. But I'm not too attached to it. So, ideas? Suggestions are welcome. If you have idea or any opinion, even if it's an "I like it!" or "Eh, it's alright" or even "Dude, what were you thinking?" I want to know what you think.

Ghostdog401:There is no greater pain in this world, in my opinion, than stepping on legos. I mean, seriously. Have you ever just been walking around at night, perfectly fine, and then BAM – instant stabbing pain ripping up your verve endings. It's even worse because it sounds so pathetic. It's like flushing your dignity down a toilet. Ugh. And you know, feel free to smile about the torture. I for one admit that torture fics are probably my favorite thing on this planet.

Gaaraxulvr: X) I do have something planned, and though I won't just go right out and say it (because that would ruin a story pretty darn quick), I will go ahead and say this: it's a mix between your two ideas. In what way, I'm not going to tell you. But I understand what you are wanting and I am very much on your side. I hope you like it – you'll see more next chapter (which sounds obvious, I realize, LOL).

Violet Eternity: I promise that I'm not a bad person, truly – that being said, I have this inexplicable need to emotionally (and sometimes physically) torture my favorite characters. I'm really glad you like this story though! Thank you so much for reviewing!

Vivere Libri: LOL, you know, once you mentioned it, I just had to put in a little Artemis and Dinah moment. They work so well together, and it just has such a potential t really great relationship, and since we'll probably never see it on the show, I just wanted that little moment to show that. And thank you for saying so about the whole 'understanding human nature' thing – that was really awesome. And as much as I write for myself, I also write for the enjoyment of others, you know? So honestly, your compliments are really nice and sweet and make me feel accomplished in what I do. Thanks!

Skyfallendreams: Batman and Flash are possibly my favorite team – Barry's personality and Bruce's attitude are so vastly different and their relationship is so uniquely defined that it's fun to write for. Batman isn't exactly known for his optimism, and he sometimes views Barry as impulsive (What? A speedster impulsive and rash? NEVER) and reckless, but he's also one of the few characters that will acknowledge the due respect for the FlashFam. Same with Barry and his outlook into Bruce's life. Ugh, I could fangirl over them all day. I'm glad that the plot isn't too rushed, because sometimes I feel like I am just a bit. AND YES! Crane's in character? FATASTIC. I've only ever seen him twice – both times he made me want simultaneously want to hurl and write a story with him in it.

Takua Nui: Gripping? I like it. :) I like to try and keep a story going, moving somewhere or describing something. And isn't Scarecrow just a lovely villain? Isn't he? I mean, obviously Gotham's number one baddie is Joker, and by a long shot, but Crane defiantly has a place. A creepy man with eloquent ways to describe horror. Beautifully awful. :) Thanks for your complement!

Irenerb: Geez, sorry this took so long to get up. With my internet problems coupled with my inability to escape minor writer's block (not with the story, just how to word the whole chapter), this chapter was a monster. Glad you're still liking this!

KaliAnn: Geez, this was a tough chapter for me so I'm really glad you liked it! It means so much, and I know I keep telling you that, but it really does just make my day when a person such as yourself takes the time to turn an analytical eye on my work and then compliment it with such gusto! And plus you notice all the details I stuff in here and there. It's stuff like that that makes writing worth it! Thanks!

Dextra2: Considering how bittersweet this whole story is turning out to be, I kind of felt obligated to fill out an idea by Vivere Libri, which was basically a bonding moment between Artemis and Dinah – that relationship was one of my original ideas, but it kind of got overshadowed by the rest of what needed to happen and what was going on. So it feels good to have at least that part in here. :)

And So It Ends: I am so thrilled that people, you included, have liked the way I'm portraying Bruce/Robin's relationship. It's so complicated and yet mind-numbingly simple to them; which basically means it sounds really fun to write but totally leaves you reading and rereading everything they say. And the backspace button – that gets used a lot too. And you really don't know how much it pleases me when people notice how much detail I try to fit into my stories, and how much more it pleases me when they actually enjoy them. And I know what you're saying about how horrifically often Artemis has been tearing up lately – but remember her minor freak-out in Homefront? Much like I believe Wally's relaxed attitude is an armor, I think that Artemis's tough demeanor is her defense. Notice how quickly both of them drop the act when the tough gets going (Homefront for Artemis, and Cold Hearted and Failsafe for Wally). And you're the second person to compliment my pacing! Man, this is making my day!

MyEnglishIsLacking: Oh yeah, this'll probably scar a majority of them. Even Megan, even though I'd say she has the easiest out of all of them. I mean, you have to admit her life is pretty good no matter which way she ends up. So thanks for your comment :) Glad you liked the ending of that chapter!

Ally Marton: Before I get to your review, I just have to comment on how much I love your story. Possession is one of the best fics I have ever read. It's wonderfully paced, perfectly characterized, and gives the reader an amazing, amazing read. It's just beautiful. Stunning, really. It makes me take your complements with total admiration – just excellent. Okay, sorry – I just love your fic so much. Anyway, I am totally glad your liking my story – I mean seriously. Especially with how you're thinking it through. And your comments were amazing, especially with Robin – all the others got a lengthy explanation, but then, Robin's, ironically the most powerful, was perfectly described simply as "Robin…oh god…" My gosh. Even I feel a little bad for this. Not enough to make it any less awful, of course. But let the record show I feel bad. :)

GIRLWONDER: Hmm…(evil laugh) They will wake up, promise. I mean it. :) Thanks for your review. :)

Chika-Roxy: I would firstly like to apologize to you on how you haven't made it to the mailbag yet. That is an unfortunate lapse that I am correcting :) You're an amazing reviewer, and you always have something complimentary to say. I mean, you make my story sound so wonderfully fantastic! It's just the sort of thing that makes my day and makes me want to keep writing! I wanted you to know that your reviews have meant a lot! And thanks! I am so frustrated with my internet right now. I can't even talk about it. :/

XxNeonShadowsxX: Geez – I seriously smiled like a little kid with your review! You're one of those reviewers who just make writing stuff like this worth it! I also feel pretty darn accomplished – giving chills twice in a row? SWEET. And geez, the periods in between my updates are like speedster moments? ...Well, I keep saying this, but that really makes my day. It floats my boat. Actually, it's better than that. But moving on, I just really wanted to thank you again for your reviews!

Polarbear1355: I will tell you right now the League world is real, and Crane's world is the false one. But I'm pretty thrilled to know that it works either way. Heck, that you even like the Non-Hero world. But you're right – there will be angst. Because angst is like my writing motivation. :) I hope your mind starts hurting – and as mean as this sounds, it's awesome that this story blew your mind! :D

Eternal mist: Scarecrow is one of the best villains around because I think he's one of those people that are just truly evil. Like, with Freeze – he's not genuinely evil, right? He's just got some unorthodox ways of trying to cure his wife. That doesn't justify the crimes he commits, but at least there's a reason behind them. People like Crane and Joker, they're just bad for the purpose of being so. Which makes them so…awful. They act without regard for anyone, even themselves. :O So yeah, I kind of hope they both fall off a dangerously high cliff.

Vesta Dragon: I'm glad I'm not alone when I admit I find the idea of Roy stepping on a lego hilarious. It's only topped, in my opinion, by the thought of Batman stepping on a lego – but that can't happen because Batman is too ninja to step on a lego. So that's kind of a moot point. And yeah, Artemis will be sad…honestly, I'm worried most for her and Robin…

Baou21: I can't tell you how happy that makes me. I mean, legit, it's so awesome when someone describes your story like that. I really hope you enjoy this update! :D

Lilmissfashionista: I am always amazed by how long your reviews are. It's really nice and just awesome! Also, I'm with you – the Flash and Batfam are possibly one of the most amazing relationships I've ever seen! I don't really read slash fics, but BatFlash friendship is just epic. They complement each other very nicely, and Rob and Wally could teach a class on how to be bros. Plus, YAY! You are an amazing beta – and you and Adoglover5 make the perfect team because she is an amazing author. Oh, and there's angst in the air? *evil smile* Mission accomplished. And I totally get what you're saying – choosing between your own happiness and your protégés' would be tough – and it just goes to prove how screwed up Gotham villains are. And I'm glad you liked the Dinah/Artemis moment – I agree, they don't get enough recognition on the show. And I'll check out your fic!

Celestialstarrynight: LOL, "Don't spend one more minute in that wonderful place!" – wow, that will make them wake up – I seriously laughed. Like, more than appropriate. Thanks for that!

LadyMysteri: YAY! New reviewer/reader! *hugs* Welcome to this twisted and screwed up story that will not only rip your heart out but also make it bleed for every character! (notices you backing away). Sorry, felt the need to say that! Glad you like this story and thanks so much for reviewing! And trust me…rushing isn't an issue *sigh*

Adoglover5: Breaking Speed – UGH, I loves it. And what? You have a problem with my mid-chapter cliff-hangers? Haha, well – that's an unintentionally thing I just noticed! :D I like it though. And trust me – there will be speedster love. Because you know me and I love my little FlashFam. SO MUCH.

S.S Pie: I left you speechless? Well, thank you – legit – for telling me. I mean, I'm flabbergasted. You are an awesome reviewer and you have such a critical eye, for you to say something like that really does just make me want to…I don't know….dance or something. I also love how honest you are – yeah, even though I am a major Wally fan this really is turning me into a Robin supporter. I still love my speedster, but I honestly can say Robin and Artemis are tying in for a strong second. I'll check that book out! It sounds really good! Honestly – thanks you so much.

M: I think everyone is afraid of the truth – mean, I'll use me for example. I am afraid of spiders. Let's look at that – am I afraid of a tiny, miniscule creature with eight legs? Nope – I am afraid of the fact that something that tiny and fragile could kill/poison me. Am I making sense? It's a fear of the unchangeable truth – something no one has control over. Gah, it makes sense in my mind. And I'm glad you thought Roy's part was funny :)

Seriously You Guys - Tell me what you think of the cover.