The next three days flew by in a blur. Annie and Fi didn't talk any more about what had happened to them after their field trip to the library.

Before she knew it, the morning of D-day came rolling around. They were at the music festival again, this being the last day, and were listening to the musical talents of some up and coming group she had never heard of.

"So, have you made up your mind yet?" Annie whispered in her ear.

"No, and my stomach is doing summersaults right now I'm so nervous. I thought giving up the gift was hard, but now the prospect of getting it back scares me to death. What if I screw up and something happens to my mom or Jack, or even the Bells. I would be responsible. And I have grow accustomed to living this normal life, I'll have to give it up."

"Yeah, but think of all the good you could do if you did take her up on her offer. You could save an entire civilization. That would be amazing."

Fi sat and pondered until her digital watch beeped 12 o'clock. She quickly stood up and started to move away from her family and friends. Annie watched her go with concern evident on her face.

"Annie, what's the matter?" Molly asked when she saw her face.

"Oh, um, nothing, I was just thinking is all. What was it you said we were having for lunch today?"

Molly looked around and noticed Fi was missing, and she was nowhere to be seen in the crowd. Completely forgetting about Annie's question she asked, "Has anybody seen Fi?"

Carey turned around to look at Molly. "She was here a second ago, she probably just went to get an autograph or something. Don't worry Mrs. P. She can take care of herself."

Molly relaxed a little and went back to watching the band on stage and wondering if she should ask them to open for her. Annie breathed a sigh of relief.

Fi made her way through the crowd watching for any sign of Moargan, but not finding anything, not even her cat.

Suddenly Moargan was standing in front of her. "Follow me. We don't have much time."

Fi did as she was instructed, following closely. They went behind a small snack shack and Moargan turned around to face her. "Are ye ready?"

"I think so, where are going?"

"Ye'll find out soon." With that she opened a small leather bag and pulled out what looked like golden glitter and blew it on Fiona. The world swirled around her in the same manner that the cabin did three days prior.

The swirling began to subside and Fiona found herself standing on the beach of a lush and green island. "Where am I?" she questioned aloud.