I stared out the window.

It had been a whole month since my return. I had come home so confused. Had it all been just a dream? Or had it just been all just been the most amazing dream?

Whenever one question was answered, several more were left in its wake. It was like the world had suddenly turned upside-down, but I was stuck being rightside-up.

I sighed, standing up. At any rate, a little time around the town would help. Maybe remembering my past friends would make me feel a little better.

It was against the rule that I left the house without telling mom, but, this time, I couldn't risk her refusal, if that was her answer.

Besides, there more like guidelines anyway, I remembered something Dodger once said.

I ran down the street, never looking back.

I sat under a large tree. I was at Bey park, watching the view with restricted attention. When I was younger, I barely ever came to this place. But upon my return from London, I had found that this place reminded me of the tree I used to sleep under.

I closed my eyes, thinking of better times. But they were jerked back open when I suddenly heard, "Hey, someone took my wallet!"

A smile rose on my face. No," I found myself muttering, "Someone borrowed your wallet. There's a difference."

"Is there really?" I gasped, whipping around.

All I saw was a flash of red before Dodger leaned down and kissed me.

I looked up at the speaker, but he was already smiling at me. "Dodger?! What- how are you here?!"

He smirked at my shocked expression. "Aw, did you miss me, Love?"

I nodded, throwing myself back into his warm arms. I buried my face into his shirt, which was blue and it matched against his flaming red hair.

"Well, to answer your question," I faintly heard him continue, "I don't know. The world went crazy and when I woke up, I was in this place."

I moved my face a bit, so I could whisper, "Did anyone else come with you?"

He nodded. "Yeah, they all did. And I mean ALL."

My stomach dropped. "Who?"

But I already knew the answer.

"Fagin. Oh, and I go by a new name now."

I raised an eye-brow. "Do you now? And is that because of the criminal record and wanted posters you're sure to have out for you? Or is it because you just changed it for the kicks?

He grinned, "A little bit of both, I think."

I rolled my eyes at his childishness. "Right. Well, come on, then. Lay it on me."

"Gingka."

I felt the corners of my lips move upwards. "Hm. Well, Gingka," I said, stretching out a hand to him, "I'm Madoka."

He took it. "Ello, Madoka, I'm Gingka."

"Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

I smiled and the whole world suddenly turns rightside-up. And everything's perfect once again.