A/N: Discontinued. How's, The Things They Carried? Start if you haven't. What other books did you get?

A lone wolf stealth its way through the dark alleyways of the city. It stayed in the looming shadows. It was late at night. The sky was starless and midnight black. No matter, the wolf was smart enough that it didn't need the light of the stars to reach its destination. All it needed was the moon. It continued to prance. One paw, then the other. The city was still grand and beautiful at night. Though the absence of people made the city eerily creepy. The market stalls were empty. Though some still held perishable food. The wolf sniffed, it could smell bread baking in one of the sandstone houses. It was almost ready for the morning meal.

Caw! Caw! A raven swooped overhead the wolf. It swooped and dove quickly at the wolf. Its razor sharp beak was ready to pierce the wolf's pelt. A murderous glint was in its eyes. It was as dark as the night. If it hadn't been for the glint in its eye's, it would practically be invisible. Not to mention, it was oozing dark magic.

The wolf seemed unfazed by the raven's sudden ambush. As a matter of fact, it seemed to curl its snout and jaw into a very human expression. A smirk. The wolf was faster than the attacking raven. It leaped with its hind legs and grabbed it with its snout and sharp teeth. The raven was now in the wolf's hunt. The blood of the raven oozed into the wolf's mouth. Gross, it thought. The wolf knew that the raven's blood was a priceless concoction of dark magic, so it spat the jet black blood out. As it finished coughing the rest of the blood out it looked into the dead raven's eye. It was still sickly red

The wolf knew that the raven's blood was a priceless concoction of dark magic, so it spat the jet black blood out. As it finished coughing the rest of the blood out it looked into the dead raven's eye. It was still sickly red. The wolf used its sharp claws to take both of the eyes out. It was disgusting work. In the end, the red eyes were gone. The raven's magic was no more. Now it was just a regular... dead raven. The wolf decided to take it.

The wolf continued to tiptoe across the alleyways. Wary of the aroma of food. Not to mention, quality milk. The city was once known for its class milk. The milk made the city prosperous. The wolf only hoped that the milk had not been plagued by the Dark One. The wolf sniffed again. There was it, the pungent aroma of ripe babanas. The wolf rushed to the market stall. Quickly, the wolf picked up the ripe babanas. By the end of the "raid", the wolf had gathered four babanas and two loaves of babana bread. The wolf also spot a pouch. It was big enough for carrying the food. It was all that the wolf needed.

The wolf just hoped it was all the others needed. The wolf decided that it should leave a payment to the out of service merchant who owned the stall. It grabbed the raven. It was now just an ordinary raven. Maybe the merchant could examine it and take it to someone who knew about magic. Maybe it would make a good meal for the merchant. The wolf left the raven on the counter. It then continued on with the rations. Into the starless night sky. Following the moon... into the breach.

Alice woke up in the late evening. She was drenched in cold sweat. She felt her heart pounding within her chest. She grasped her chest. Wh-what happened? She couldn't remember how she ended up in the comfort of a bed. She was clueless. Alice hated being clueless, and helpless. Clueless and helpless, that is definitely two things that Alice does not want to feel. She was dressed in an old-fashioned nightgown that ended at her ankles. She felt the nice soft quilt under her. She couldn't just muster the energy to really open her eyes.

Alice lay in her bed for a couple more minutes. She finally flitted her eyes open. She still felt the weight on her eyelids. Alice gazed at her bedroom. That was odd. She remembered being somewhere else, she just couldn't remember where.

Everything in the room was perfectly in place. Just like herself, the room had changed throughout the years. The old crayons were now stubs. The little kiddy table was gone, folded up because the study table was perfectly usable. Now, books and worn stuffed animals dawned on the shelves. More paper lanterns and origami were strewn on the ceiling. Old graded papers and essays were casually littered and misplaced in the room. Alice was usually glad of the lanterns' presence. The soft luminous glow of the multi-colored lights usually filled her with warmth. Dad made them for her.

Sadly, there were no comforting lights. As a matter of fact, there were no lights in her room at all! Maybe something was wrong with the fuse. Alice wondered if it was a city-wide electrical shock. There's got to be a reason for the blackout.

The window was shut. No wonder her room was so stuffy. Alice decided to stand up. Her muscles were still half asleep, so the prospect of standing up was a bit difficult. Congratulation's Alice, you finally managed to stand up! Alice chided herself. She still felt sleepy and dull. She slipped on her slippers from under the bed and made her way to the window.

Alice managed to open the window with a bit of difficulty. She wasn't going to lie, the simple feat sapped up most of her energy. She decided to look around the town. There was a great absence of electrical light in the town. No distant humming of a radiator. No beaming electrical lights from the household windows. No lattice, interlocking glow of street lights from downtown. She was right, it was a city-wide blackout. Alice had seen a couple blackouts in her life, she wasn't as worried. Though, something was off with this one.

Alice also spotted little gnats of mellow light from some of the houses. She suspected those were either lamps, candles, or flashlights. She heard a buzz from a ham radio from the lady's house next door. It must've been a large one. She also saw silhouettes of some figures from the meager lights. She also saw people on their porches. They were swinging on gliders, trying to get a signal on their radios.

A gust of icy wind flew through the window. The curtains billowed, some of the ornaments hung on the ceiling twirled in the air. Alice shivered. Apparently, she hadn't fully recovered from whatever... happened.

Alice hated being confused. The essays and math worksheets casually strewn on the bedroom floor proved that. When Alice didn't know something, she would find out, sooner rather than later. That philosophy hasn't failed Alice yet. It was the key to her success in school. That included both the academic and social parts. But Alice was still confused, and being confused made her feel vulnerable. Being vulnerable made her feel frustrated. And being frustrated utterly tore her apart. Alice really hated feeling vulnerable, it was really killing her. She would find out. She just knew in the back of her mind that something had happened... something big.

But thanks to her luck, she forgot all about it and ended up feeling like a damsel in distress in her bed. Her glare hardened. Her face was still visible through the window. It managed to catch the attention of a passing runner. The runner seemed somewhat astonished to see such a hard glare from the youngling but at the same time felt relieved.

"Hey there, Allie!" came the bubbly call of the runner. Alice was a bit shocked by the call. Then she averted her attention to the runner who happened to be the track racing legend, Mr. Denny.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Denny!" Alice hollered back. Denny gave Alice a smile.

"Well, Allie, it's great that you're finally up! The whole neighborhood's still worried about you!" he said in an uncle-ish tone.

"About what?" Alice asked, anticipation filling her to the brim. This is where she got answers.

Denny, sensing that Alice didn't know what he was talking about, decided that he was not the right person to tell her. "It's...nothing really. Anyways, you sure gave me willies from that glare of your's, Allie and-"

"-Sorry, about the glare, Mr. Denny," Allie replied sheepishly."Next time I'll be sure to use it on the baseball field."

"And it will serve you well. But it wasn't your glare, Allie. Just let me finish. Not to be rude, but for a second there I thought you were the ghost of Starey Mary," he added, recalling the childhood memory.

"Um, sorry again for creeping you out, Mr. Denny," she then paused mid-apology, "but who's Starey Mary?" Alice had heard of the Motorville story, but she had never known Starey Mary's identity. Alice, being Alice figured that now was a good time to learn.

"Oh... um," Denny paused, unsure of what to tell the youth. He then settled for the story he had heard from Oliver. "Starey Mary was a girl that one day fell ill and was homebound. More specifically in her room. By that time she didn't have the regular luxury of coming outside, so she just watched the world through her bedroom window. Her father wasn't much of a help. His nonstop work made him grow distant from his family and pushed away from the poor girl. Once the girl's illness had cleared up, she wouldn't leave her room. She just wouldn't then one day-"

"-Of course, I know that, Mr. Denny!" Alice cut off impatiently. Her "yell" was almost loud enough that the rest of the inhabitants in the block heard. Denny sighed, of course, it would be like Alice not to stall. She definitely wanted an answer. "I mean," Alice added, calming down, "everyone around that part of town knows. I mean, who was she? And by that, I mean what was her name?" Alice made sure that her question provided zero loopholes or stalling.

Denny sighed as the girl's recalled the name. No one had seen her in ages but he knew that people in this part of town missed her. Especially the ones that knew her well. "Her name was Myrtle Cartwright." Alice felt a hint of sadness in the words.

"Didn't she... move or something?" Alice asked, she tried not being a bit too blunt.

"Yes, she did. Myrtle was a good friend of mine. She'd always have her hand up in class. She'd help your dad and Phil out with cars. She joined the Girl Scouts. She'd watch Mr. Genghis for me. She also became my personal trainer when it came to running. Though, she was most known for her work at Ms. Leila's. She would always be there. She was Ms. Leila's personal assistant, you know. Always working. Myrtle was always good with animals so she would always feed Timmy whenever Ms. Leila couldn't. she would spend so much time at the Milk Bar that everyone by this side of town called her the Dairy Fairy," Denny laughed at the nickname as he remembered.

"She was the Dairy Fairy!" Alice replied, obviously shocked. Now that was another Motorville legend.

"It's a much better nickname than Starey Mary, don't you think?"

"Yup," Alice agreed, she was definitely getting somewhere. "Anyways, you mentioned something about her, Dad, and Uncle Phil hanging out." Alice tried to keep an innocent tone. The ones who knew her most knew about her overeagerness to know things. Well, to know, everything.

"Oh right!" Denny recalled, going back to the wonders of childhood. "When Myrtle wasn't at the Milk Bar, she would always be with either Oliver or either Oliver and Phil." Alice then crossed her arms on the windowsill and rested her head upon them. She still ached a bit.

"It was usually Oliver, Phil, and Myrtle. They'd hang out at school. They'd create and test cars. They would help each other with homework. I would also be with them when I wasn't running. Oliver, your dad I mean, would race me across the block. We'd do a pretty good job. Myrtle would always keep time and be the spectator, as long as she wasn't distracted. She and Phil might have a row every now and then. Though in the end, Oliver and I would manage to stop them," he then shook his head, remembering his friend's foolishness.

"Why did she move?" Alice asked gently.

"Mr. Cartwright was offered a job in car mechanics abroad. Many people nowadays move from Motorville. Back then people said that the car industry wasn't booming anymore. That's what we thought anyway. Oliver was the first one to know. He delivered the messages to Ms. Leila and school himself. Ms. Leila was both downtrodden and happy at the loss of her protégé. Of course, she was happy for the opportunity for Mr. Cartwright, but she missed Myrtle. We all did. She would act a little strangely sometimes-"

"Strangely," Alice repeated. Well, she guessed that the former Starey Mary had to be a little odd. "How?"

"Nothing really," Denny replied, "she was just unique." Alice gave Mr. Denny a quizzical look.

"Well," Denny continued, "sometimes she would feel things or be a little superstitious. There's really nothing wrong with that, Allie. She was a great friend to all of us. Oh yeah, if you want to learn more, you should ask your father. He was the one closest to Myrtle."

Alice was astonished by the new information. Dad usually didn't talk much about his childhood, other than the late Grandma Allie Uncle Phil, Mr. Denny, and Ms. Leila. She was confused that her father left someone out. That just wasn't like him. Maybe Myrtle's absence affected him in some way. She'll ask him later. Alice decided that she should be cautious. She sure didn't want any family drama.

"I guess I'll ask Dad," Alice replied.

"Good. You're usually the only one who could sway him," Denny said with a smile. "Oh," he then said remembering something, "Alice, you should probably rest a bit more. Drink lots of water, maybe even some fruit juice! Maybe even those sugarless sodas that you like! Have some ginger as well! Make sure to keep blood and oxygen circulation present in your head at all times," Mr. Denny concluded with a bit of severity.

"Wh?-"

"-Your dad will call me if you need help. On second thought, I'll do a basic check up on you tomorrow, once we have electricity," he then started to run again, "I'll bring Mr. Genghis with me!" Then, Motorville's racing legend was gone.

Alice smiled and shook her head good-naturedly. Mr. Denny definitely was a character. He'd always be nice to Alice. He was almost like a second Uncle to the girl. Then again, Alice didn't really have any real uncles. Though, Uncle Phil, and Mr. Denny were uncles to Alice in all but blood. Mr. Denny just insisted that he would just be called "Denny" because it makes him feel old. But Dad always reminded Alice to place a "Mister" before that.

Though, to most people in Motorville he would be Olympian Denny or Dr. Denny. Oddly enough, Mr. Denny was a pediatrician. When Alice asked him why he wanted to be such a doctor he had replied, "I just had the confidence to pass those boards, Allie. Life is a pain. You just have to work out your mind," then he smiled, "Kinda like running and racing!"

Alice then pondered as she walked over to her bed. She was still processing the new information. On her way, she made sure to dodge the papers and trinkets littered about. I really need to clean this up one day. She definitely was going to ask Dad who Myrtle was. Apparently, he was the one who knew her the most.

Alice remembered one time when she "visited" the old abandoned Cartwright's house. Well, technically it was more "breaking-an-entry" but she was young and foolish back then. She was nine. It was really an accident. She didn't mean it. She was just playing catch with Bella. Everything was going smoothly, other than Bella missing the ball every so often. Then she had to take out her bat. Bella threw the ball and Alice hit it, right through the Cartwright's window! She remembered Bella's words as pitched the ball, "Allie, I have a bad feeling about this."

In the end, Alice had to break in by picking the lock with Bella's hairpin. Alice still owes Bella that hairpin. She'll give it back to Bella someday.

She still didn't know what had happened. Her talk with Mr. Denny was very edgy as if he was hiding something. It wasn't like Mr. Denny to obscure important details. Whatever happened Alice would just have to find out for herself.

She finally plopped herself on her bed to rest. The absence of electrical light made it even harder for her to get there, but she managed. "Ow!" She was so tired that she didn't notice the lack of pillows on her bed. Rubbing the back of her head, she turned around. No pillows alright. She had also managed to hit the bedpost. Another great accomplishment.

She then noticed a small candle on her nightstand. It was unlit. There was still smoke oozing from it. Alice touched the candle holder. It still bore some warmth. Maybe the breeze extinguished the flame.

Alice then moved her attention to the other objects on her nightstand. A pitcher of lemonade. A glass of water. A can of... soda? Oooh! She picked the can up, intrigued. She then drank its contents with pleasure. She loved the sweetness and flavor of a freshly opened can of low-calorie soda. She continued to sip the drink. Though the next thing she saw was powdered ginger. Maybe, Mr. Denny already stopped by.

She also noticed that her pillows were all piled up at the edge of her bed. That must've been where her feet rested. Though, it also meant that Alice slept without pillows. That must've been uncomfortable. All the things that Mr. Denny had mentioned were already here. Alice tried to remember what it meant.

She paced her room until she found her camping manual. She then turned to the remedy section of the book. Ginger, fruit juice... It was a remedy for the unconscious! But... how?

Alice then noticed that she still had her mother's ring. Even in the dark, it glittered and shone. The stone caught the light of the golden sunset that spilled from the window and reflected it. It filled the whole room with its inner light. Alice held it close. She looked at the priceless object questioningly. There was something about the necklace. She just didn't know what!

Alice let her mind wander. The necklace meant the world to her. It was the only connection she had left of her mother. She doesn't even know her name. She asked her father about it, but he didn't give any answers. She remembered the questions that she would ask him. Alice remembered the glints of pain in her father's eyes whenever she would ask about her mother. After a while, she gave up. Though she would never rest until she found something.

There was also something about this Myrtle character. Alice feels that she should know her. Dad would know. The only problem is getting answers from him. That proved to be a challenging task.

Now she had a couple of pieces of information to ponder on. First, she was in an incapacitated state before she woke up. She then played around with her mother's ring. It must have something to do with the ring. She would do anything to keep it, even if she had to get in a fight. Wait... maybe she did get into a fight but she has somehow been knocked unconscious. That was not the reason or scenario Alice preferred, but something told her that it was right. If that was the case, she would be in so much trouble. Especially from Dad.

Then Myrtle. She would somehow fit in this. Alice just didn't know. It was driving her crazy!

"Is she going to be alright?" Alice's head jerked up to the notice of the voice. She found herself being drawn to it. Someone was talking behind her back.

"After what happened at the field trip she should get all the rest she needs," came another voice. It was male. It was, Dad! Alice rushed to her door, temporarily forgetting her frail state. She dogged all the objects on the floor that would break her speed. Though she stopped and refrained from running any further once she reached the threshold to the hallway.

Alice realized that she needed to keep quiet and still. She needed to go into "stealth mode". Which, she had to admit, was not something she specialized in. She then tiptoed her way through the hallway, careful not to make a sound. Luckily, she was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. There was more whispering and murmuring coming from downstairs.

She made it to the stairwell. She was careful not to trip or make a sound. The sun was almost gone now and a dark, soupy glow lay suspended above the sky. The feeble glow of candles littered the first story of her home. She heard a buzz on their ham radio. It was hard not to trip and fall because of the lack of light.

Alice continued on her way. She stealthily passed the glowing fireplace, it was ablaze with warm light. She peered behind her comfy couch and into the kitchen. She found two figures in the kitchen. The first was an adult man with chestnut red hair. He was wearing a customary button down that wasn't too hot. Along with this wear, he also sported a loosely hanging apron. He was sipping a cup of hot coffee despite the hot conditions. In other words, it was Dad.

Next to him was a girl about Alice's age. She was petite and wearing a simple t-shirt and a skirt. She sat on a chair holding a fan. She was trying to place batteries into flashlights while fixing the radio. It was Jessabella. Alice smiled. It was a cute little scene. Maybe she could still manage to sneak up on them. Though they held a worrying disposition. The murmuring had stopped.

Alice then caught Jessabella's eye. She quickly shrank back into the sofa. She'll get to them. The two then averted their eyes and went back to business. Alice then dashed to the threshold of the kitchen and pressed herself on the wall. The murmurs continued.

"I should've interfered or done something sooner," Jessabella chastened herself.

"It wasn't your fault. If anyone is to blame it should be me," came her father's voice. Alice could practically see her father's pained look even if she was on the other side of the wall.

Alice couldn't contain herself any longer. She just had to know. Dad usually joked that Alice's fatal flaw was curiosity. Alice was starting to think that he was right. She carefully peered her way into the kitchen. "Huh!" she gasped. She mentally cursed and silenced herself. Jessabella just stole a glance at her. Jessabella momentarily perked up. She then went back to her work, seemingly convinced that she imagined the ordeal.

Phew, Alice thought. That was a close call. She continued slowly to tiptoe closer to the two. She kept her eyes forward. She didn't look down. Though, Alice really should've been looking down to see where she was going. This was because of the sudden Crash that resonated through the home.

Alice heard breaking. She finally looked down. Oh nooo. She crashed into a vase. She inched away, making sure her feet did not have the misfortune to land on the jagged porcelain. Dad is going to kill me. Alice mentally scolded herself for being stupid. By the last minute, she had not only managed to break her cover but she had also crashed into a vase. They were definitely coming for her now.

Oliver was worried. He was worried for his daughter. He was worried for her safety. Alice or Alicia or Allie must be kept safe. He won't lose Alice the same way he lost her namesake. He missed the other world but he knows he can't go back. He missed his friends. He missed Swaine's snarky comments and Mr. Drippy's jokes. He missed flying on Tengri and eating black truffles with Prince Marcassin. He missed Cassiopeia and her childlike persona, Pea. He even managed to miss Supreme Sage Solomon and that was very uncommon.

Though most of all he missed his wife. Sometimes he would still ponder if all of it was real, but Alice was a constant reminder that it is. All he could do is protect Alice. He might be a Great Sage. He might be the Pure-Hearted One. That idealistic hero that always saves the day. But inside, he is none of these things. Inside, he is still a child. That same child that was whisked away to another world with the promise of seeing his mother again. That same child that was spirited away onto adventure. The same child that cried for his mother. The same child who would naively run to save the day at a call's notice.

Sometimes he would dream. He would dream that he still had his mother's guidance. He dreams that he could have done something to save his mother from a watery death. But his mother's death is an old pain. An old scar that is waiting to be reopened, but luckily, it hasn't.

He must not cling to the past.

The past is finished and there's nothing he could do about it. Even with his power. But, the wounds are still there. There are even new ones. It never seems to end. All his failures seemed to mock him everywhere he went. It is a pain that he will have to bear. Though he knows that without his experience in the Other World he would be different. A different man, a lesser man. His experiences taught him and showed him knowledge. He learned of sacrifice, friendship, family, and forgiveness. It helped him become wiser. Most importantly... it gave him Alice.

He stands now, in the home he grew up in. Fixing a meal with his mother's favorite frying pan. Right now he was just a father. A normal father tending to a small family, in the middle of a city-wide blackout. A perfectly normal father indeed. He provides the money and the food that he cooks. He cleans, he fixes the house with his power tools, he gardens.

A faint hint of a smile spreads through his face. He wonders if his own mother felt the same when raising him. Did she have problems with quitting action and magic? Did she have regrets? Did she have the same scars and pain, knowing that she couldn't go back? Knowing how much she was leaving behind? It must've been harder for her. In this world, she was a stranger. She must've barely known a thing. She had to learn customs, become a mother, and form new friendships. She had to start over and forge a new life.

Luckily, Oliver didn't have to do the same. He still owned the house and his childhood friends and guardians were still here. He already had built up a good reputation. And everyone looked out for him. It was a little annoying at first, but in the end, it was in his favor. His mother had constructed a life that would keep him sheltered in this world. He is eternally grateful for that. He is trying his best to make the same effect for Alice just in case the same thing was to happen to him. But, he shouldn't think like that. Alice is his number one priory just as he was his mother's.

Crash! The sudden jolt of the sound woke Oliver from his tangent. Smash! The sound was followed with the clinking of shattering porcelain.

Oliver quickly ran from his position and went into overprotective-Dad-mode. He dodged the table and hopped over the chairs. He seemed to do an odd style of parkour. Jessabella was snapped out of her shock when she saw that sight. It was pretty impressive. Oliver ran towards the sound as fast as he could. He was completely oblivious to the noise he was causing.

"Alice!" he called, in the same manner his mother did whenever she had feared for his safety.

Oliver made it into the threshold in absolutely no time. He was still in shock when he saw pieces of porcelain littered haphazardly across the living room floor. He was in even more distress when he found Alice in the middle of the shattered mess giving him a sheepish look on her face. He needed to rethink his parenting skills.

"Umm... Hey... Dad?" Alice asked, voice cracking mid sentence. She kept on staring bashfully at the floor not wanting to meet her father's eyes. She braced herself.

"Alice!" Oliver cried still in shock. Then he took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. "Okay, are you alright?" Still, no answer.

"Allie, aren't you supposed to be in bed? It's still too dangerous for you here. You... You should probably go back. You need rest. Especially after what you've been through." Then he caught himself.

"Been through, what?" Alice questioned. She didn't come this far to be denied now.

"Nothing. I-it's nothing," he then stared at the jagged pieces of porcelain on the floor. "I'll clean this mess up. Now go back to bed."

"Daaad," Alice replied. Her voice was long and drawled out. She then folded her arms. "You used to tell me that Grandma Allie always says it's not nice to lie."

Oliver sighed. Alice was definitely her mother's daughter, but his love for his own daughter outweighed his desire, to tell the truth. His daughter needed a father not some upstart hero and he would be one. That was when he was thankful that Jessabella spoke up.

"Y-you... passed out on the bus," Bella whispered.

"What?!" screamed a voice that was definitely Alice's.

"Y-you just passed out! I didn't know what to do! You didn't wake up when the paramedics came!" she paused and went on. "You didn't wake up when you rushed to the hospital! You haven't been fully conscious in two days! Almost three!"

Bella then ran back to the kitchen, dismissing herself. Bella then works on fixing the radio, oblivious to the chaos that will follow.

Alice balked at the information. There was no way she was out cold for that long. No way. This wasn't like the last time, wasn't it? It couldn't be. Her father had assured her all was well. There was no way that it was happening again.

After what had seemed like days Oliver spoke. "Don't worry, Alice," he then carefully walked over to Alice. "This wasn't like the last time, I assure you."

"Assure," Alice repeated in a whisper. "Assure, assure, assure! That's all you do, Dad!"

Oliver was taken aback by Alice's words. Alice just went on. "You're hiding something from me, Dad! You always have been! Every time I ask, I get nothing! No answers, it's driving me crazy! You won't even tell me who my own mother is!"

This hits home with Oliver. "-Someday, Alice I swear I will tell you!" Oliver proclaimed.

Alice sharply intakes her breath and holds back her anger. "Just not today, huh, Dad?"

"Yes," Oliver firmly states, "yes, one day."

"I guess I'm going back to sleep now," Alice replies, beaten, for once.

"Yes," is all Oliver can reply. A deep, earsplitting silence inhabits the house. All that is heard is the buzzing of the radios and the distant laughter of children outdoors. Oliver sees Bella enter the living room with a toothy grin present on her face.

"I fixed it! The radio, I fixed IT!" came the sudden joyous cry of Jessabella. She then looks at father and daughter who stare at each other with contempt... or at least Alice is. "Oh," she said, her voice dryer than the Mamooni Desserts. "What did I miss?"

old_A/N: Finally I finished this! I had to type this on my iPhone 4! I was blocked out of my account (accident). My charger broke! And I almost lost my keypad! My luck right?

IMtemp_A/N: (15.5.22) Imagine writing most of this in a hospital waiting room, on a laggy iPhone 4, onto the processor, and without saves. Past me is a dumbass. Present me is a save-scummer. Now you need to employ the same energy as past me into your fic! The clock is ticking. And yes, that's unfortunately a reference.