Alright, I know I have grossly neglected this fanfiction and all my readers(If I still have any out there) and I know this chapter is sorely disappointing what with its length or lack thereof and its lack of any type of description. Consider it an experiment in Hemingway. Truth be told, this chapter merely refused to unfold properly despite the many times I demanded it to do so. The only intelligible form it came out was in complete dialogue and I was so frustrated I lay this fic down to rest. However, it was resilient and refused to stay dormant for very long. Instead it rose from the ashes of my creativity (read: backpack) and commanded it be written, gurgling that a bizarre dialogue form was better then giving up on this story all together. Besides, it whispered, we have places yet to travel with these characters: their suffering is not yet complete. In conclusion, Gentle Reader, think of this not as a dissatisfying continuation but a simple transition for This Author to get to Her Ultimate Goal. Perhaps once this story is finished (And yes! Persevering Reader! have no fear on that issue; it will conclude!) I will go back to this chapter and write in proper descriptions. But for now just be assured in the knowledge that yes! I am back! And I fully intend to regularly continue with this not-so-deceased story.

Thank you, as always, to all who reviewed. It was these comments which propelled me to type the dialogue I had written on a paper neglected to the sad, half-forgotten depths of my backpack. For this, I am grateful!