Hello Everybody !!! I had a few questions about my last chapter and I guess I'll answer them in this chapter

Lisa walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Bart.

"How's the Android's Dungeon?"

"Shh! TV Quiet please!"

" What about Sara? How's she?"

"I repeat: Shh, TV!"

"Hrmph!" Lisa crossed her arms and scrunched down in the cushy couch. Bart (now 20 years old) had never gone to collage but had somehow gotten a job at the comic book store and now practically owned the place. His girlfriend, Sara, had come in one day to but Radioactive Man number one, and had never left. Bart and Sara had been made for each other; they both watched TV more than was good for them and they both loved comic books more than anything.

"Ok, Commercial time. What do you want to talk about?" Bart turned to his little sister.

"Oh, I dunno How's Grandpa?"

"Crazy as ever! Last week he went to the supermarket with no pants on!"

"Oh please! Dads been doing that for years!" Lisa and Bart laughed.

"Hello? Is my special little girl home?" A scratchy voice came into the room.

"Mom! Mommy, I'm home, I'm in the living room!" Lisa jumped up and hugged her mother. Marge squeezed Lisa so hard that she could barely breathe.

"Oh goodness! What did you do to your hair?"

"I died it, isn't it great?"

"Yes, honey! It's beautiful!"

"Hi mom." Bart leaned over Lisa's shoulder and gave Marge a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello Bart! Where's Sara?"

"She's at her sister's for the day." Sara's sister was Alex Whitney, the coolest girl that had gone to Springfield for only a month before she got disgusted and left, like so many before her. Unlike Bart, Sara had gone to collage and had majored in business. She ran the more serious and business-like side of the Android's Dungeon.

"Where's Maggie? I brought her some more newsprint for that newspaper she started with Mary."

"I think she's upstairs." Milhouse put in.

"Jesus," Marge yelled, "You scared me half to death!"

"Yeah, Milhouse. I thought you went home, like an hour ago!" Bart smirked

"Nah, I was eating a sandwich and then I was playing Battleship against the Computer." Lisa smiled. Milhouse had not changed a lot except to sat that he was taller than he was when he was 10.

"Lisa? Phone for you!" Maggie yelled.

"No need to yell, dear, we're in the same house." Marge set down her bags and sat on the couch to watch TV with Bart and Milhouse.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Lisa?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh good! It's Meg. Meg Murphy, from school?"

"Meg! So glad to hear from you! How are you?" Lisa laughed. She had graduated more that six months before but had not really kept up with her friends from Harvard. Meg had been one of her friends. A great singer, Meg was, but nobody would hire a jazz singer with green and purple hair. She and Lisa had played together and had been great but something was missing from their sound. Lisa had found out halfway through collage that Meg's father was Bleeding Gums Murphy and that Meg's father's love of jazz had been passed down to her.

"Girl, I've been lookin' for you for the longest time! We need to get to together sometime, I've got loads to tell you!"

"Ok! How 'bout tomorrow? At noon?"

"Surewhere?"

"The Jazz Hole in Springfield?"

"Yeah! I'll see you at noon tomorrow! Bye!"

"Bye, Meg!"