A/N: I recently got back from seeing the movie, I am Number Four, and I was throwing a fit almost the entire hour and a half; they totally didn't follow the book, like one of the only things that they did follow was about Bernie Kosar in the beginning, and then they screwed up, my gosh, there are so many things that I want to complain about concerning the movie, but it actually pretty good, like you learn a lot of things that they didn't put in the book (because it was probably being save for the second book), but my gosh I hate/despise/abhor when the movies don't even put any true effort into keeping to the actual story-line of what they're emulating, I hate that so much!

Enough of my ranting, if you really want to hear me complain some more, than you can go ahead and PM me about what you also didn't like about the movie, or attempt to defend it, anyway, moving on, time to thank any reviewers/favorites/alerters: James Birdsong is back, he reviewed, and everyone else is really starting to worry me, remember how last time I said I'd hoped that you guys weren't kidnapped/dead/dying/abducted by aliens? yeah, I was being serious dudes, so try to avoid any suspicious men with candy/suspicious vans/suspicious men without candy/suspicious cornfields/suspicious cows/whatever else might endanger your health/well-being/breathing/life.

RER, Read, Enjoy, Review! :D


Jillliana looked up from her book of legal law as her brother climbed in through a window, bringing with him the smoke of his hookah.

"Hello Lawrence." she replied, turning back to her book.

"Hello ... Jilliana." he replied, and there was a silence between them before he suddenly asked, "When did ... you get ... so old?"

She looked up at her brother, still a young man in his twenties, and then at the mirror on the wall behind him, where she saw a woman entering her thirties staring back at her, even she seemed to be a bit surprised to realize that she really had aged, from a girl of only nineteen when she first left the Nile Valley for Wonderland, and suddenly she was on the edge of being a middle aged woman.

"I don't know, I suppose it just happened." she finally answered, setting her bookmark and placing her book down.

Lawrence stared at her with a certain look, "How?" his sister raised a brow in question, "How did ... you age?"

Jilliana stared at her brother for a while, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because ... I just ... want to." Lawrence answered, sitting himself down in the chair opposite his sister and then glancing around, "Where is ... your hookah?"

"Oh, yes, I only take it out when I smoke." she answered.

"How often ... do you ... smoke now?"

She had to think about it, "Maybe, once or twice a month now." she answered, surprising even her with how little she smoked, when she'd first left the Nile Valley, she smoked two or three times a week, and now, here she was, nearing the end of the month and without having smoked even once.

"Is that ... how ... you age?" Lawrence tentatively asked her.

She stared at her little brother again, trying to read his thoughts through the hazy smoke, and she suddenly got a little clear patch where she could see it, "Oh, is this about that human girl you fancy yourself in love with?"

He took another deep breath of his hookah, "I don't ... know what ... you're talking ... about." he replied calmly.

"Oh please Lawrence, I am your big sister, don't think I don't know youby now." she answered, to which he responded by blowing a few circles of smoke into her face, she rolled her eyes, "Yes, I think it is the lack of smoking, and my mother's genes, that allow me to age, at least I figure so, I still follow almost all of the other old traditions, but those are probably the major factors here."

He nodded his head and seemed to be contemplating the news, rolling it about in his head as it digested there, and was about to take another deep breath off of his hookah, but stopped himself.

"You know, I'm not sure if you'll be able to stop." she told him plainly

"What?"

"Honestly Lawrence, you've probably smoked more than any other Lepidoptera to date, I think you might've smoked more than even Absmuth could." she told him, referring to the ancient deity that had been the one to show the Lepidoptera race how to procure all of the ingredients for their smoke, and in all of his texts he would only speak a few words at a time, maybe three or four, but never only in twos or ones like Lawrence was doing now, "I just don't think, that with your level of addiction you'll be able to get to where I am, at least, not before she already marries, or dies."

Lawrence gave his sister one of his rare glares, chilling her straight down to the bone, "But ... I will." he replied, getting up from the chair and stomping towards the wall where a window was already appearing.

"Lawrence, wait!" Jilliana shouted at him, getting up to stop him, but he'd already gone through the window and it had gone after him.

Touching the spot where the window had been, Jilliana cried out three words, "Don't do it."


A/N: I know some of you might be thinking "What? Did Lawrence's sister really discourage her brother from quitting his addiction?" Yes, she did, but for good reason, and all will be explained next chapter, trust me, she was trying to spare him.