Sum: Foop wants to get to the bottom of why his father pretends he doesn't have a brother, when he clearly did.

Foop looked over his homework assignment unenthusiastically. He didn't want to do it, but his grade was on the verge of a D as it was, and he didn't want to get in trouble again. He needed a great score on this to have any hope of getting a B by the time report cards get out.

"So," Anti-Wanda said, "why'd you ask for my help with your homework? I'm sure your father could do a better job than me. I was never good at the whole maths and stuffs."

"Yeah, but he's busy. Besides, you might actually be more help for this. I have to make a family tree, a complete family tree. I know father doesn't like to talk about his family before us, so do you know anything about that?"

Anti-Wanda was quiet while staring at her son. "Well, about that…" Being at a loss for words wasn't too uncommon for her, but this time it seemed different. "It's… Your father's family is actually my family because we got married. So there's Anti-Blonda, Big Anti-Daddy, Anti-"

"No," Foop cut her off. "I mean his blood relatives. His own mother, father, and broth- I mean possible sibling. Surely you've met them at least once."

Looking around, Anti-Wanda asked "who's Shurley? Is that a new friend of yours?"

Foop was getting annoyed. Maybe his father would have been a better choice. "Who was Father raised by?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Back when we were younger, anti-fairy parents were at work all the time, so he probably was raised by himself. I had Anti-Blonda, but he didn't have any brothers or sisters to help him."

'Lies.' Foop thought. 'Why would Mother lie about something so small?' "Thanks, I guess. I'll go see if Father's any more help."

"Sweetie, I don't think that'll be a great idea," Anti-Wanda said, but Foop wasn't listening. He already poofed away.

"So we have to make a family tree," Foop explained. Anti-Cosmo sat across from him, barely listening. He was clearly still thinking about how to make the next Friday the 13th have even more bad luck, but ignoring his son's homework would send a bad message. "a complete family tree. That means your half of the family too. So…"

Anti-Cosmo sighed. "Foop, I've already told you, my parents practically don't exist. I'm sure your teacher will understand. And even if she doesn't, this shouldn't hurt your still excellent grade too much, now should it."

"If your parents don't exist then what about Anti-Schnozmo?" Foop asked.

Anti-Cosmo seemed to recognize the name. Foop now had his full attention, and the anti-baby wasn't sure that was a good thing. "Why'd you say that name?"

"That's your brother, isn't it?"

Anti-Cosmo's eyes narrow. "Why would you think that." Foop recognized his father's tone as something he wouldn't want to mess with, but he was confused on why what he said got him there.

"I, um, asked Cosmo and he said his brother's name was Schnozmo, so I just assumed-" Foop lied. His parents still don't know about what he did when he disappeared, and he'd rather keep it that way.

"Well don't assume. Cosmo is an incompetent nincompoop that probably mistook a monkey for his brother and named it something stupidly close to his own name. And you shouldn't be anywhere near Timothy or our counterparts in the first place."

"So you're saying that if I look in the Fairy Files that there won't be any fairy's named Schnozmo, or anti-fairies named Anti-Schnozmo?"

Foop didn't get a response from his father. Instead, he got glared at harder, then poofed back into his room. "This can't be right," Foop told himself. "I saw young Father's brother and his ugly, nose-less self. He's my uncle, I should know more about him than I do!" Foop poofed up some detective clothing. "I'll show Father what a real only child is like."

The doorbell rang throughout the house, making Anti-Blonda freeze. She started flying slowly toward the door, wishing that it was just a package or something. It was actually Foop. A surprise for sure, but a welcome one!

She flung the door open. "Foop! Long time no see. I love the outfit." She looked around. "Is my sister with you?"

"No, it's just me. You're old, right?"

All enthusiasm she had drained out. "Listen here Mr. first-anti-fairy-born-in-the-last-couple-of-millennia, I was considered young before you came along."

Sighing, Foop invited himself into his aunt's house. "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it as in you'd know a thing or two about historical events, wouldn't you?"

"Um, yeah, I guess."

"Then why do the files say that there's a fairy named Schnozmo, but the anti-files have no mentions of an Anti-Schnozmo at all? That's not possible, is it?"

Anti-Blonda became noticeably paler. "Y-you didn't ask your father about this, did you?"

"Kinda… He was acting really weird. Mother too."

Anti-Blonda's face disappeared behind her hands. "Foop, promise me you won't get mixed up in this." A poof was heard, and Anti-Blonda knew nothing good was going to happen.

"I know who'd give me straight answers," Foop grumbled as he searched for the time teleporter. Still being too young to make a time scooter, it was the best he could do. He found it and pulled it out. "Anti-Schnozmo himself." it was switched on and flown through.

The cubic child appeared back inside the school, but he knew it was thousands of years before he was ever born. By some miracle, he actually cared enough to remember what room Anti-Cosmo went to school at, so he flew directly there, in hopes that school would still be in session and Anti-Cosmo still had that class. Whether it be luck or coincidence, both of those were hopes fulfilled.

When Foop poofed in, Anti-Cosmo was at the front of the room bragging about all 30 of his new teeth. The class all looked at him. "Do I know you?" Anti-Cosmo asked.

"What are you doing here?" Ms. Magister asked simultaneously. She already looked 110% done with him, even if he just showed up.

Neither question got directly answered because Foop responded with a question of his own. "Who is Anti-Schnozmo?"

That name, once again, got a glare for an answer from Anti-Cosmo, but it seemed different from before. "He's just like Mum. A worthless excuse for an Anti-Fairy. A giant wuss and just so contemptible."

"My sister says that Anti-Cosmo and his brother got in a fight yesterday," Anti-Wanda chimed in.

Anti-Cosmo shook his head. "Not quite. Yesterday I fought with nobody, and I have no brother. I'm an only child."

Anti-Wanda looked amazed. She fully believed his lie. "Really?! Wow, I would have never guessed."

Foop floated there flabbergasted. Could this really be the reason he's never seen his uncle? Because Anti-Cosmo got salty and disowned him when he was two? That's way too stupid to be an explanation. 'Well, at least he acknowledges the existence of his brother,' Foop thought. 'And his mother. Maybe I could get the whole family.' "Can I talk to your not-brother?"

Anti-Cosmo shrugged. "If you want. He's in room 101."

"Anti-Blonda is there too. Tell her I said hi," Anti-Wanda said.

Foop was too determined for answers that he didn't listen to his future parents. He poofed over to the said classroom and immediately recognized both his young aunt and alleged uncle. "I have some questions for you, Anti-Schnozmo!" Foop said.

The anti-teen tilted his head at him. "You're that purple-eyed kid that became Anti-Cosmo, aren't you? What are you doing here?"

"I need to know who you are. Why would you vanish in the future?"

"I WHAT?!" Anti-Schnozmo asked.

The fairy at the front of the class looks between the two anti-fairies. "Anti-Schnozmo, do you want to handle this in the hall?"

The horrified anti-fairy nodded and poofed out with Foop close behind. "What do you mean I vanish? Are you a time traveler? I thought fairy babies were outlawed."

"There's a loophole to it that a horrible god kid exploits, and the loop hole's fixed now, but that's not the point. You vanished out of history and all the people who probably knew you now act like you never existed."

"All the people?! Who did you ask? If it was just Anti-Cosmo he's probably being an overdramatic idiot."

"It was also Anti-Wanda and Blonda."

Anti-Schnozmo started pacing worriedly through the hall. "I bet it was Anti-Cosmo. He's always dragging me into stuff. His fruitless dreams probably got me killed. This is exactly why he was better without dreams. Everything was better when he was without dreams. He's going to get all of us killed! And all because of his stupid wish to take over Anti-Fairy World! All I have to do is get rid of it again."

It was starting to get awfully rewrite-the-future like. It dawned on Foop that he might be going a bit overboard for a family tree. Well, he might as well go all the way. I mean, at worst he'd just stop existing again, then just do the same thing he did last time.

"You can stop Fa-Anti-Cosmo from taking over Anti-Fairy World at any point, but I need your help for my school project ASAP before I get found."

"What?" Anti-Schnozmo questioned.

"Tell me all the things about yourself that Anti-Cosmo won't."

Direct orders were always hard for Anti-Schnozmo to disobey, so, begrudgingly, he stayed in the hall with Foop. He hardly hid how anxious he was: fidgeting, looking back toward his brother's classroom, rocking back and forth in the air, and more were all being done while answering all of the cubic child's questions. Of course, because it hasn't happened yet, Anti-Schnozmo couldn't answer Foop's biggest question, but he did insist that it was probably because Anti-Cosmo somehow got his immortal life cut short.

Foop didn't know what to make of that theory. Surely he would know if his own father got an anti-fairy literally killed, accidental or not. Not even Cosmo's opposite would be evil enough to do that or smart enough to change reality itself.

Foop looked down at his still incomplete family tree and something dawned on him. "Wait, what about your parents?"

"W-what about them?"

"Future Anti-Cosmo told me they 'practically don't exist'. You practically don't exist! Has anything happened to them? Maybe that's what happens to you too!"

Anti-Schnozmo stared at Foop a bit perplexed and creeped out. From his perspective, this anti-fairy that was apparently born from a loophole knew way too much about his family, especially Anti-Cosmo, and apparently talked to them frequently in the future as well. He really seemed like a stalker. "My dad was banished to Earth before I was born."

"How unfortunate," Foop said uncaringly as he wrote. "And your mother?"

"She still lives with us, but she works two jobs, so I don't see her too often anymore."

Foop nodded as he wrote more. "Do you think that future-you will get banished?"

"I… I don-" Anti-Schnozmo got cut short by Anti-Blonda poofing into the hall with them, obviously starling him. "Anti-Blonda?"

"The teacher wants to know if you're finished now."

Anti-Schnozmo looked to Foop, who was still writing for his project. He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess we're done." He lifted his bottle and it flashed but dulled and cued over directly afterward. It scared both anti-teens.

"What was that?" Anti-Schnozmo asked.

Foop looked at his bottle. "That can't be good. Father will kill me if I don't erase his memories…"

"Y-you're trying to erase memories?" Anti-Blonda questioned. "But only the first-class wands can do that."

"Is that what you did to Anti-Cosmo the last time you were here?!"

Foop looked between his young aunt and uncle and saw their horrified expressions. It didn't feel worth it, especially without memory wiping abilities. The future is probably falling apart more and more with every second he spent there. His purple eyes looked deep into both pairs of red ones as he said "Don't tell anybody about anything I've said. Just go back to your class and pretend that nothing has happened"

Both of them nodded. The idea of a time-traveling elite was enough to scare Anti-Blonda into eternal silence, and Anti-Schnozmo still couldn't disobey a direct order. Two wands were flung up and they both poofed back into the class behind them.

Foop let out a sigh in relief. It was a lot easier to convince them than he thought it would be. Granted, his older aunt would have reacted basically the same way, so it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. Foop wasted no time refinding the time teleporter. He went through it and, to his surprise, his adult-again aunt was right outside of it.

She looked as if she was waiting there the whole time worrying. Her shaking hands grabbed the square anti-fairy. "Foop, what were you thinking?!"

He poofed out of her grasp. "I was thinking that I should know about my own uncle. I'm not a child anymore, but I keep being treated like one, so I had to take matters into my own hands."

"You're five years old! We're all 3,000 or older! Trust me, we'd know if you're ready or not better than you!" Anti-Blonda yelled at him.

Foop had never seen his aunt so angry before. As far as he could tell, she'd never been this passionate about anything. Sure, what he did was a bit irrational of a step, but something happened to his own flesh and blood that nobody would tell him about. Having a missing uncle wasn't even the biggest draw; it was the sheer denial and taboo-ness that has been coming up. Ever since he first got visited by his young parents, he had listened to countless stories about Anti-Cosmo's childhood, and not once did his very real, very prominent, brother get mentioned. Everything just seemed unfair.

"What do you know? It's been so long since the last child anti-fairy that you can't say how 'ready' I am for anything! I've probably done more with my five years than you with your thousands anyway."

Anti-Blonda put her head into her hands. "Foop…" she mumbled through her palms. All anger her voice had was gone and replaced with a more serious, mournful tone. "Please... just drop it."

"Why should I?"

"Anti-Cosmo was as old as you are now when it happened, and… h-he… please, just take my word for it. And don't mention it to your father." Anti-Blonda lifted her head out of her hands. "Speaking of your father, you need to get back in time and make him forgive his brother."

"What?" Foop questioned. "Didn't you just yell at me for time traveling?"

"Well, your time meddling already made Anti-Cosmo's brother even more paranoid about his sibling's ambitions than before. Now he's never going to apologize to Anti-Cosmo, and Anti-Cosmo is too stubborn to be the better person. Go back and teach your father about the importance of family and make him let their bygones be bygones."

"I can't help. I'm not sure if you know this, but I don't have any siblings," Foop said. He lifted his bottle. "Besides, I can't erase memories right now. Why can't you do it?"

"Time travel isn't easy, Foop." Anti-Blonda sighed and gestured at the Time Teleporter. "You barely fit through that thing, so I definitely can't go through it. Also, there's nothing wrong with your magic. You're just too young to erase the memories of people much older than you. You can still get rid of Anti-Cosmo's, and Anti-Wanda will forget you as long as you don't do anything too memorable."

Foop shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but I still don't know how you expect me to get young Father to forgive his brother. I don't even know what happened."

"You know that story Anti-Cosmo told you about me making fun of him after he got his dreams taken away by Harvey, then I realized that I was being 'exceptionally evil' and helped him get his ambitions back?" Anti-Blonda asked. Foop nodded. "That first half wasn't me. It was actually his brother. And you've known Anti-Cosmo your whole life, I'm sure you can think of something." Anti-Blonda turned her nephew around to face the Time Teleporter again. "And before you ask, yes, you'll have to teach him a lesson just to erase it, but memory loss spells are bad enough that he'll remember the basics."

"Okay, I've got it. I've still got one more question."

Anti-Blonda sighed. "What?"

"So, you don't talk about it, and I'm guessing all of Father's memories about my uncle got erased somehow, but what about Mother? Why would she lie to me? Did she lose her memories too?"

"No, we both remember, and we both don't talk about it for the same reason why you're not going to either. Satisfied?"

Foop nodded again. "Yeah." He flew through the portal.

The second he got back to the past, the bell rang. He poofed into Anti-Cosmo's classroom just in time to see Anti-Blonda poof Anti-Cosmo away, then Anti-Wanda and herself away. "What? Where'd they go?" Foop asked nobody in particular.

"Since Anti-Cosmo can't poof home and 'doesn't have a sibling' to poof him home, he got somebody else's sibling to do it," Ms. Magister said. Foop groaned and lifted his bottle to poof away.

When Anti-Cosmo finished changing out of his bright blue uniform into his dark blue normal clothing there was a knock at his door. "Oh no, a burglar," he said unenthusiastically. "For, besides my working mother, I live alone, so that is the only logical option. Nothing of worth in here, burglar, so be gone."

Foop rolled his eyes. "I'm not a burglar, I'm that devilishly handsome Anti-Fairy that showed up in your class today."

"Oh," Anti-Cosmo said, "yes, I remember you." He flew over and opened the door. Foop could have just poofed in, but neither of them dwelled on that. "It was purple-eyed, magic-made freak, wasn't it?"

"My name's Anti-Poof," Foop lied. He knew full well how his young father would have reacted to his real name, and he'd rather not be laughed at again. Besides, he does get called Anti-Poof from time to time, so it wouldn't be that hard to answer to.

"You poor freak. At least my opposite's parents were decent at naming. So what brings you here?"

"I guess I have to teach you a lesson."

Anti-Cosmo slammed the door. "Ew. Why? Who even are you? And you never answered, do I know you?"

"It's complicated," Foop answered. "The real question is what can I do to get you to forgive your brother?"

Anti-Cosmo stared at his future son with an eyebrow raised. "I can't emphasize this much more, but who the hell are you?"

Foop thought for a second. He was tempted to just tell him the truth about everything, but chances are that his lackluster memory wiping abilities wouldn't get rid of everything. What would be a believable lie? "I…" he looked around the room and noticed some audiobooks. "... am an author. Yeah, that's believable. I'm a young author who decided that you and your life would make a good first story, so I've been secretly following you."

Anti-Cosmo smiled and started messing with his hair. "Oh, you don't have to do that. My life isn't all that interesting. Nobody would ever want to read it, especially if it's about me now and not my inevitable adult self who rules Anti-Fairy World." he laughed nervously. "Imagine reading over 80,000 words about me. Ridiculous, right? Not that I'm interested or anything, but can I have a copy?"

"No. I'm not going to publish it or anything. Like you said, it's not good, and it's just practice anyway."

Anti-Cosmo's face fell into disappointment. "Kay, thanks, I appreciated that so, so much. Can you leave now?"

"I can't leave, I still need to get you to acknowledge the fact that you have a sibling."

Anti-Cosmo sat on his crib with his legs crossed. "Fine," he said, "I'm listening. Present me your argumentative essay, and I'll grade you on its effectiveness. Just a heads up, I don't grade fairly."

Foop found it a bit strange how he worded that, but ignored it regardless. "So, unlike you, I've never had a sibling. My mother and auntie are the only siblings I know. I suppose Poof and Timmy technically count too." Foop got annoyed just by thinking of his counterpart. "He always goes up to the front of the class and says stupid stuff like 'my god-brother is the best' and 'he's always there for me'," he fake gagged, "they're insufferable! Every time I try and kill Poof, Timmy is always there to ruin it, and the other way around too. One day they were even fighting because Poof wanted him to get rid of his stupid pink hat, but Timmy refused. I thought that it would be a perfect time to destroy Poof, surely Timmy wouldn't help him, they were fighting, but he did anyway! How outrageous is that!"

Anti-Cosmo moved his rattle close to his mouth. "Note to self, instead of rhetoric, he used a rhetorical question. How unprofessional. He also needs a better grasp of his audience. This 'Poof' and 'Timmy' he speaks of have no introduction, as if they are common knowledge, which they are not."

"Right, you don't know them. Anti-Wanda and Anti-Blonda should be a better example of siblings then. They look out for each other and spend Christmas together, and things like that. From what I've heard, Mo- Anti-Wanda liked you at this age and Anti-Blonda didn't, so they probably fought, but they always stopped fighting at one point or another. You should too." Foop noticed how judgemental Anti-Cosmo's stare was. He was kind of impressed at how unimpressed his father looked. It was obvious that he'd have to change his speech's direction.

"Why do you want to be an only child anyway? Because of Da Rules, I can never have a sibling, and it sucks. It gets so lonely in the castle when mother and father are both working, and even when they're not working I can tell that they don't want to be doing 'childish' things with me. I don't have anybody that knows what it's like to be such a young anti-fairy. My parents don't know what it's like to be a child anymore, they don't have any frame of reference. Speaking of which, my parents are too obsessed with me. I can't get them to leave me alone or reasonably blame somebody else if I mess up. And Poof won't shut up about the 'sibling bond' he and Timmy share. I'm not jealous of Poof, I could never envy such an irritating sphere, but I wish he'd stop gloating about things that he knows full well I can't have.

"Everybody I know wouldn't trade their sibling away for the world, but you disown yours after a tiny argument. That's pretty stupid. Besides, you never know, one day your brother might suddenly pop out of existence and you'll regret all of the time you could have spent together, but didn't because of such a small disagreement. So what do you say, why don't you just go and forgive Anti-Schnozmo and appreciate how great it probably is to have a sibling."

"Wow..." Anti-Cosmo said. "That was awful. There was way too much pathos and the structure was lackluster. Where are your sources? It had so many fallacies, and the tone was just too informal. Do you honestly think that'll convince anybody? F. Now, due to insufficient grades, you have been kicked out of my school. I would suggest you leave before I call security."

"Right, I forgot how cold-hearted you are," Foop mumbled. "On the topic of forgetting…" He lifted his bottle and made it flash in Anti-Cosmo's green eyes, making them turn unfocused and stay that way. Hoping that he did enough to save the future, Foop started heading out of the room. When he opened the door, Anti-Schnozmo fell into the room. Foop figured that he was eavesdropping on his conversation. "What are you doing here?"

He quickly got off of the floor and started to fly. "I-I heard your voice and thought you were talking about me. Turns out you weren't." he glanced over to Anti-Cosmo and his blank expression. "Did you erase his memories of you again?"

"Yeah."

"Is there any chance that you could erase what I told him the other day?"

Foop looked at his uncle. His speech actually worked, only not on the right person. He smiled a little bit, but that fell as he thought about the answer to the question. "No, probably not. I can't even erase your memory, so I don't think I can go back more than a day."

Anti-Schnozmo sighed. "That makes sense. Are you going to go back to the future now?"

"Probably. Why?"

"Because I want to ask a question before you go. By any chance are you my nephew?" Foop's striking silence seemed to answer his question. "Um, it's fine if not. I was trying to find out who you are, and why you care so much about my family, then I figured you probably were my family and it all started to add up. We recently were learning about genetics, so I noticed some things. The Anti-Cosma accent, the fangs, and the pointy ears all point to Anti-Cosmo's kid, and not to mention you kind of act like him. Your eyebrows and lashes also look like Anti-Wanda's. For Anti-Fairies, non-red eyes are an extremely recessive trait, and green and pink can combine into purple, so it all kind of adds up and fits with your story too…" Foop continued to float in silence. The lack of response was honestly quite frightening to the anti-teen. "You're right, it's a stupid theory. Anti-Cosmo probably just became an infamous criminal that you have to report on. I'll leave now."

Foop raised an eyebrow at that. "Why is that your second option? Wouldn't doing a report on Anti-Fairy World's leader make more sense than a criminal?"

"I'm a push-over, but I'm not stupid. I know Anti-Cosmo won't take over the world. Even if he doesn't live up to his unrealistic dream, you're proof that he matures at one point or another. Since I probably won't get the chance, here, give him this." A book appears in Anti-Schnozmo's had and he hands it over to Foop. He flips through the book to see all of the pages are blank. "It's an audiobook I made written in invisible ink, so it's just a pure audiobook."

"About what? Is it even good?"

"It's about-" Anti-Schnozmo started, but he stopped when he heard his brother groan. Anti-Cosmo started rubbing his eyes. Foop immediately poofed away and back to the school. As much as he was curious about the book's contents, it didn't seem worth it to re-erase some memories.

Once again, he went through the time teleporter, and, once again, Anti-Blonda was there and somehow looked more anxious than before. "Foop, did you convince Anti-Cosmo? What are you holding?"

Foop told her the story of what happened, which ended up explaining all that he knew about the audiobook.

"Oh," Anti-Blonda said. "You need to put that back through the machine."

"But Anti-Schnozmo wanted-" Foop started to say. He stopped himself. Ignoring Anti-Blonda's wishes hadn't gone great all the rest of the day, and she did have many years more of experience compared to him. "Okay… but it would be nice to know why."

Anti-Blonda was taken a bit by surprise. She was expecting more resistance. "Um, well, if Anti-Schnozmo wrote it, Anti-Cosmo can't listen to it. Magical audiobooks are read in the voice of their author. And it's best for time-traveling items to stay in their timeline," she explained as Foop literally threw it back through the portal. A bit careless for her liking, but at least it was over. The time teleporter was turned off and shoved back into a supply closet.

"You know, we should really destroy that thing," Foop mumbled.

"Or, instead of destroying school property, you can just stop using it," Anti-Blonda suggested.

Foop scoffed. "Like that'll ever happen."

Two stacks of books suddenly dropped in front of Foop, bring his attention off of his video game. Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were floating behind the books, the later having a huge smile. "Lookie here Foop, we found a bunch of book-a-majigs for your project-thingy," Anti-Wanda beamed.

"Indeed we did son," Anti-Cosmo said. "No more making conspiracy theories about imaginary siblings. Inside of these pages are the lives of none other than Anti-Mara Anti-Cosma and Anti-Carter Anti-Cosma, as well as the parents and grandparents of Anti-Carter. Anti-Mara was a first-generation anti-fairy, so there isn't much history there, however a large part of what is sourced by me." He adjusted his monocle. "I'd say you're old enough to learn about your grandparents, as long as you keep in mind that things were a lot different back in our day. So what do you say, does this satisfy your distant-family desires?"

"I have to read? Can't you just tell me?"

Anti-Cosmo lifted his wand. "Nope, I'm a busy man. I was going to tell you earlier, but since you left your room I couldn't find you and settled for this. But it's okay Foop, your mother is free to read them with you." He poofed away.

"Yep! With the two of us, it can go by twelve times as fast!" Anti-Wanda picked up a book and was looking at it upside down. "Ain't that great?"

"Just great…"

A/N: ooo, wow, I still don't know how to end stories. And you would think I'd be faster at writing knowing what's happening right now, but eh. I also can't draw cubes. Foop's great though. I mean, he's a Young Anti-Fairy too, so it all works out. I hope you liked this chapter. Leave a comment of your thoughts and I'd love to read them. Til next time~