The two cars wound down the out of the way road.  Eva grew more upset with each passing moment.  Frank didn't speak; he was trying his best to mask the anger that was boiling inside of him… anger reminiscent of when he was on one of his rampages during his time of addiction.  He did not want to frighten Eva in any way, so silence was his only option.

Frank pulled the car up in front of the gate; Columbia did the same.  The castle had indeed returned, looking more menacing than it had before.  They all exited their vehicles and stood staring at the castle.  Columbia approached Frank.

"Um, Frank?  What exactly is it that we're gonna do?"

Not taking his eyes off of the castle he replied, "Get my daughter back."

"I got that, but how?"

"Just follow me.  We'll find her and then you'll do as I have already stated."  He was becoming slightly aggravated.

Eddie spoke up.  "Frank, I think that you'll need someone to stay with you and…"

"No!" Frank's voice rose.  Eddie shuddered.  "This has happened because of me! I'm going to be the one to take care of things!"  He then shook his head.  "I'm sorry for shouting.  Please, just make sure that my wife and child are taken away from here safely."

"Sure, Frank," Eddie replied, realizing that there was no changing his mind.

Eva looked at her husband with fear embedded in her eyes.  "Frankie," she whispered.

"Yes, love?"

"I love you."

"I love you too.  Everything will be all right."  He looked around, then said, "Well, then, let's go.  I'm sure that at least I am expected."

They walked through the gates and to the front of the castle.  Sure enough, the door was partially open and they walked inside easily.  Frank had immediate flashbacks of his time in the castle and Eva saw him freeze for a moment.  He shook it off and continued into the foyer.

"Let's go up to the lab, I'm fairly certain we'll find them there."  Frank, Eva, Columbia, and Eddie got into the elevator and rode up to the lab.  When they stepped out, Magenta and Riff Raff stood waiting for them. 

"Oh," Riff said in an emotionless tone.  "It seems as though there's a reunion tonight.  I didn't expect all of you."

"Where's my daughter?" Frank asked coldly.

"She's safe.  She would have been home by now, but it seems as though this castle's made too many trips lately…we have to wait to return home."

"She's not going with you," Eva said, trying to hold back her tears.

"I'm afraid that's not your decision to make."  Riff walked over to Eva, limping ever so slightly on the leg that was still recovering from the gunshot wound she inflicted.  "I'm willing to bet that your loving husband didn't tell you everything about his life on Transsexual."

"What are you talking about," she asked, throwing a questioning look at Frank.

"It's not important right now," Frank interrupted.

Riff Raff smiled.  "Oh, yes it is master.  You should have told her; things would have been so much…simpler."

"I let you go home free of punishment, I could have had you killed…and now you dare to play games with my family?"

"Family?  You seem to have forgotten about your family at home.  You thought she wouldn't find out that you were still alive?  You thought that she wouldn't find out about your heir?"

Columbia took Eva's hand.  "Frank didn't tell you?" she whispered.  Eva's only response was a look of confusion.  Columbia sighed. 

"Your…husband…" Riff Raff started, looking at Eva, "is…" Riff Raff paused to keep himself from laughing.  "…royalty."

"Royalty?" Eva asked not understanding what she was hearing.

"A 'prince' actually," Riff Raff answered.  "This makes your daughter royalty as well and the Queen wants her to be raised on the planet she shall…"

Eva interrupted him.  "What the hell is going on, Frank?" she yelled.  "Can they do this?  Can they take her?"

"I won't them take her, Eva.  I'm sorry, I should've told you, but I didn't really think it would matter since I was leaving all that behind and…"

"Not quite, son," an older woman's voice said.  Everyone in the room turned towards the area of the lab where the wedding chamber was.  A figure stepped out from behind the curtains.