NOTE: I've been lazy about updating my stories and I'm sorry. I'll try to get them up by Sunday. On the shuttle ride, Prince had decided to rid herself of her Battle School nickname. Just sayin'.

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Sinse Mome's mother died, she went with Rox to her home in Greensboro. It was next door to the Wiggin residence. She and Rox walked down the walkway to the front door in a daze. Soon, Mome went up to the porch swing to give Rox some privacy.

Soon, Rox became aware of someone calling her name. It was a male voice, just entering adolescence. "Rox!"

She turned and her eyes filled with tears as she saw the boy that had haunted her dreams for many years. "Peter?"

He nodded and jumped the low fence. He reached Rox and held her tight.

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In San Diego, Alice was close to tears. She stood on her family's doorstep with a letter addressed to her parents from Graff clutched in her hand. She knocked on the door.

The door flung open, and there stood Linda Prince, looking older from worry; she had more lines on her face, but other-wise, she looked exactly the same as she has all those years ago.

"Mom!"

Tears were forming in the corners of both of their eyes as the pair of Princes hugged each other tightly.

"Why don't you come inside, Alice dear?" Her request seemed oddly formal.

"Come on Mom!" Alice sighed in the style of a Battle School commander who was frustrated with her soldiers. "I may be a trained soldier, but I'm still your girl!" As she said this, Lind believed it to be true.

They went inside and sat down on the couch, Alice regaling her tale to her mother. "And I know that you're thinking that I'm too young to like a boy, Mom…"

"What?"

"I said…"

"I heard what you said; I just didn't expect it," said Linda. "What's his name and where does he live?"

"Dink is Dutch, Mom, and he's completely wonderful," said Alice with a dreamy look on her face.

As if right on cue, the door opened, a set of keys still placed in the lock. "Linda, I'm ho-" The man in the door way stopped in his tracks. He wore a black pinstriped suit, with a blue shirt and black tie, his shoes shined. His hair was golden, as if King Midas himself had tapped his head; his eyes were a startling shade of green. "Alice?" He teared up a little.

Alice walked up to him and tugged on his earlobes, just as she'd always done when she was little.

"It really is my little girl!" Marty held Alice tightly.

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NOTE: It's really short, but at least the writing is better!