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Okay, now on to Ch. 7! Woohoo! Oh, and from now on, anytime someone has something that is going on inside their head, it will be set in apostrophes 'these' or if you can't see, it's '' with words in between. Normal conversations will have quotation marks. Oh, and if someone can please tell me how to italicize on these fanfics, then I will be deeply in their debt! Oh, and I read back through this, and I realized I never said what part of Ireland they were going to. Well, for the sake of the story, we're gonna say Marian told Nemo at some time that they were supposed to go to Dublin, that Dublin was their destination. That work? Good. OKAY! Now on to the story.
As Marian and Tom entered the Nautilus, Marian oohed and aahed the entire way. Tom couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm for all the stuff he takes for granted. 'She really must have had a tough time,' he thought to himself. 'Well, you already knew that one, didn't ya Sawyer? She did pour out her life's story to ya. Where were you, asleep?' Sometimes his head could be harsh. Marian was still in awe with the route to her bedroom. 'Just wait until she sees her room,' Tom thought to himself. He was truly enjoying this new visitor. Suddenly, in the back of his mind, a warning bell went off. 'Slow down there, fella. For all you know, this girl could be a psychopathic lunatic. She could be lying.' But Tom emptied himself of those thoughts. She had been so passionate while speaking, he wouldn't allow himself to think or believe she wasn't for real.
Besides, he needed something to believe in. He had been so wrapped up in fulfilling all these missions, he hadn't believed in anything in a long time. If she turned out to be a fake, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it. He felt something for this woman, and it was strong. He wasn't sure what it was, but nevertheless, he felt it all the same.
"Here you are, madam. Your suite awaits." She smiled, but he inwardly groaned. 'C'mon Sawyer. You could have thought of something better than that! That was almost a complete copy of your other remark! Get some new material, for the sake of us all!' But the look on Marian's face when he opened the door was enough to drive all those thoughts out of his head.
"And to think I thought that I couldn't be surprised by anything else now. But this room..." she said softly, sweeping her hand around. "It's like a palace." Tom looked around.
"Or it's like a cabin on a ship." She looked at him and laughed. Oh that laugh! It was enough to throw any man off balance. It was sweet and high- pitched, but not so that it made you uncomfortable. It was just...sweet.
"Oh, you don't understand. It's just so much for me, I feel as though I might burst from all that I have taken inside of me in only a couple of days." She walked farther into the room, and as she did, Tom muttered, "So do I." He shook his head. 'What is wrong with you, Sawyer? You can NOT be seriously thinking about love. Pull yourself together man!' his inner voice ordered. Tom made a face as he told himself that it was NOT love, that he had just met the woman and that he was not going to go down that kind of a path again. He didn't want to go down that path. He instead looked for something else to look at besides her, so that he wouldn't have to think about that path. The bed, NO. Not a good place to look at when trying not to think about love. Here, the wall will work. He concentrated on the wall to the left of him as he looked for something smooth and clever to say.
"Well, ya know what they say about...ships. And...cabins." He said this slowly, and as the words came out of his mouth, he could feel the embarrassment begin. His head began screaming at him, telling him that he was a failure and an idiot. Marian looked down at her hands, then up at another wall. "Yep." She replied in an equally smooth comment. As Tom's mind dashed for something to say to save himself from that horrendous and embarrassing comment, Marian's head berated her for her own horrendous comment. 'Yep! Yep? That's it? That's horrible! YEP?!' Marian searched for something else to say, and came out with, "Do you want to sit down?" That seemed safe.
"Sure," and Tom closed the door and sat himself down in a chair by his new favorite wall. He racked his mind for something to say. Yeesh, why was he so afraid of what he said around her now? He came up with a compliment.
"You, know, those clothes that Mina gave you, they look really nice." There. Good job. When all else fails, go for the compliments. Marian smiled and blushed. She walked over to the other chair to sit down.
"Well, I don't know about how thrilled she was to give them to me. I swear, if she had lasers in her eyes, I wouldn't be here right now." Tom was confused.
"Lasers in her eyes? What's a laser?" She laughed a little. "Never mind."
He looked around the room. He decided that he was invading her personal space and that she needed to be left alone. "Well, I guess I better go." He got up and walked to the door. Marian stood up and walked with him.
"Where's your bed? I mean, where's your room? In the sense that if I needed to find you, where would you be sleeping? I mean, where would, oh God." Marian was blushing furiously. Tom smiled and laughed to himself.
"One floor up, third door on the right." He smiled and Marian nodded.
"Okay. Well, um, I will, talk to you later." Marian was clearly embarrassed, so Tom moved out into the hallway. "Okay." He replied. "Okay." She replied nervously. Tom shut the door. Now that he was out in the hall alone, he said quietly to himself "Ships and cabins?" Shaking his head, he went up to his room.
Meanwhile, someone else on the ship was not so thrilled about their guest. Mina sat in her room, about boil over. 'Get a hold on yourself, Mina old girl. Calm down.' Mina did not know what was setting her off on this woman. She had done nothing to them, yet. 'Mina, calm down and think about this rationally. What is going on with you? You have never been that rude or cold to someone.' Mina began to calm down. She had to think. She sat down in what she affectionately called her thinking chair. It was just a soft chair in her room, but it was comfortable and she always seemed to lose herself to her thoughts in it. So, she sat and thought.
'Okay. Let's think back to the events that happened after she arrived. Let's remember everyone else's stories as well, then decipher if your conclusions about the girl are well put.' Mina was quite a rational person, very put together, so her immediate jumps to disliking the girl were uncalled for. She had to sit down and see what had set her off.
She thought back to her arrival. Skinner and Sawyer had brought her in, saying that she had saved their lives. The Dargonite had come, then she had appeared and stopped it. She had come from a 'bright blue sphere' as Skinner and Sawyer had said. She had taken this in with a bit of reservation, but that hadn't quite been it. She had saved their lives. 'Remember, Mina? She saved their lives.' Her head put emphasis on each word.
Let's see. Then she had explained where she had come from, about her future. The girl had seemed very convincing in her story. 'She sounded as though she were telling the truth.' Mina then remembered the attack of the Dargonites. She remembered being able to kill the Dargonite that had attacked her because it's attention had been adverted by Marian running by. She had run to get that gun thing. Then she had fired and all but one of the Dargonites had died. They had then all saved Skinner from the Dargonite attacking him. Mina remembered all of this.
'Why did I save her life? The Dargonite had stopped attacking me to go after her. Why did I save her life?' Mina asked herself. It was because if she hadn't killed the Dargonite, it would have killed Marian, who was their only link to this man Jarson that they had to defeat. Mina continued to remember. Then they had seen Marian's powers, telekinesis and astral projection. That may have been what sparked the seed of distrust. She had not been forthcoming on that power. They had then put a tarp and a few other inventions of their own over the enormous hole in the ceiling to keep out the rain. After that, Marian explained her plan, which I agreed to as a good one. It had been a good plan, but Mina had still been unsure. When Marian and Sawyer had left the room so that she could go to bed, Jekyll had gone to make sure Skinner hadn't died, and she and Nemo had begun to discuss Marian. Jekyll had come back, with Skinner in tow, who then berated Mina for not trusting Marian. After another discussion, they had gone to bed.
In the morning, Mina had had to lend Marian some of her clothes. She had looked nice in them, but Mina still had been incredibly wary. Now after going over the events in her mind, Mina was calm and could mull through things to find out what had set her off. She conjured up a picture of Marian, right from the black clothes with strange stitching to the boots on her feet all the way to the tips of her hair. Seeing her face and remembering her attitude, Mina felt a jolt. She knew why she had distrusted Marian.
The girl had reminded her of Dorian. While it was slight, her attitude of sheer confidence had been enough. But there was also her features. She had Dorian's wavy dark hair (which had looked like a woman's to begin with) and she had those blue topaz eyes, that held intelligence and superiority in them. While Marian seemed not to realize that she looked superior, she truly did. Mina realized that those similarities had been just enough to make her put a mental block of distrust against the girl. 'Damn Dorian to hell' she thought. That man's mere memory had caused her to despise this poor girl who was trying to help.
Mina sat up. Now that she knew that it had not been the girl's fault, she was a little less wary. Dorian had effected her even more than she had realized, and because she had been trying to face her demons, she had taken it out on this girl. While Mina was not yet about to throw her arms around Marian and claim her as her best friend, she was not as distrustful now that she knew that her distrust had been rooted in the memory of a hateful person. Mina was upset with herself to have carried that hate for three years. What would have happened if Mina had followed her instinct to turn this girl back? Dorian's memory had to be faced. In order to do that...well, she wasn't sure. Maybe talking to Marian might help. Before Mina realized what she was doing, her feet were walking to the door, were out in the hall and taking the walk to Marian's room.
She stopped outside the door. 'What will I say?' she thought. 'Just say what you ever you feel you need to tell her.' With that thought rooted in her mind, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
Inside, Mina heard a voice call, "Who is it?" Mina answered, "It's Mina." There was silence, then, "Come in." Before Mina could open the door, it was opened for her. Mina looked in, expecting to see Marian standing there, but no. Marian was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, one hand holding a book, the other hand holding a pair of glasses she had apparently just taken off. Marian gestured into the room. "Sit down, Mina." As Mina walked into the room, the hand with the glasses swept to the right, and the door closed behind her.
"Did you need something?" Marian asked. She was a little cold, but Mina decided that was to be expected. 'You did turn her a little cold to you, now didn't you Mina?' her inner voice smugly remarked.
Mina, not sitting, just said, "I came to apologize for my recent behavior towards you." Instead of gushing into an oh-it's-okay or an apology-not- accepted-now-get-the-hell-out-of-my-room retort, Marian simply nodded and said, "Go on." Unbeknownst to Mina, Marian was secretly pleased that Mina was here. She was her, well, she was almost an idol to Marian.
Mina cleared her throat and began, "I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person in the world to you. For that I'm sorry. I have grown cynical through my many years and distrustful. I wasn't sure if I could trust you yet."
"Have I proven my trust?"
Mina answered truthfully. "No, not yet. Not to me, anyway. I still don't trust you much. I will be watching you, to make sure if my accusations are justified."
Marian smiled to herself and shook her head. "That's priceless. The one member of the League that I had uppermost respect for distrusts me. Well, I guess I warrant it. I am the new dog in your territory. But distrust shouldn't warrant the unkindness and hostility that you have shown me. I thought this morning that if you could, you'd have shot me where I stand." Mina looked at the ground.
"It wasn't just that you were new. I distrusted you the most because you reminded me of someone that I had held close to my heart who had been very worthy of distrust, but I had not seen it."
"Was this the event that made you cynical or something before or after?" Mina laughed. Marian obviously hadn't expected her to laugh at that statement.
"It was one of them. It was definitely one of them. He was once a member of this very league. Right when we started. But you reminded me of him." Marian nodded in understanding.
"I see. It was your conflict with Dorian Gray. How do I remind you of a traitor?"
"You look like him. You hair, your eyes. Also, your attitude. You exude confidence and superiority. Just like he did." Marian looked down at the floor.
"You know, I can't say whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing." Mina smiled.
"Don't fret over it. Just know that I have sorted it out, and I don't look at you and see Dorian anymore."
"Well, I guess that's good."
Mina walked to the door, then turned around at that statement. "But do know that like I said, I will be watching you. If you seem to threaten these people, my friends, I will have no problem with killing you. Just to let you know."
"Right. Point taken." Marian said. She had taken that outburst rather well.
"Good," was all Mina said in reply. She opened the door and closed it before Marian could do it for her. But Mina wasn't sure she would do that now. Mina was not sure. But now that she had explained things to Marian, she felt better. She walked down the hall to her room, fully in control of her feet.
There you go! Chapter seven! I hope you liked and PLEASE review! Thanks so much! Cookies, milk, and mini-Nemomobiles to all! And to all a good night!
CLEZ: Yay, glad you liked the chapter. I didn't realize they were so short, then I looked at your other reviews, looked at my chapters and went, EEK! So sorry, I'll work on making them longer. Here, more cookies and milk for you. Oh, and your mini-Nemobile!
NICKY007: YES! Cucumber cake! Woohoo! Hehe, yes, an AMERICAN cocky smile. Oh, our cocky smiles rock. I so happy you enjoyed! Here you are, cookies and milk and your mini-Nemobile.
KRISIAN ROSE: Yay! Skinner rocked your socks off again! Woohoo! I think you need to buy more socks. Yes, you got an e-mail! Yes, yes, poor Marian. And I was being sarcastic with the scarring just a little. He managed to scar her enough, the poor gal. Mina the ice-queen! When I read that, I immediately had a vision of a Mina ice-sculpture. FIRE! That reminded me of a friend of mine named Josh. We won't go into that. Don't burn Mina, Krisian. YES! A SCOOTER WITH LIGHT UP WHEELS! Haha! I'll TRY not to fall down the driveway again. Can't promise anything. Brandon says hello! See "Zoom!" That means hello! Freedom is very happy you liked the chapter and your rewards for reviewing are cookies and milk and a mini-Nemomobile!
ZANNA AVONS: Hello! I am sooooooo glad that you are enjoying it! Thanks so much! Here you are, cookies, milk, and a mini-Nemomobile.
Okay, now on to Ch. 7! Woohoo! Oh, and from now on, anytime someone has something that is going on inside their head, it will be set in apostrophes 'these' or if you can't see, it's '' with words in between. Normal conversations will have quotation marks. Oh, and if someone can please tell me how to italicize on these fanfics, then I will be deeply in their debt! Oh, and I read back through this, and I realized I never said what part of Ireland they were going to. Well, for the sake of the story, we're gonna say Marian told Nemo at some time that they were supposed to go to Dublin, that Dublin was their destination. That work? Good. OKAY! Now on to the story.
As Marian and Tom entered the Nautilus, Marian oohed and aahed the entire way. Tom couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm for all the stuff he takes for granted. 'She really must have had a tough time,' he thought to himself. 'Well, you already knew that one, didn't ya Sawyer? She did pour out her life's story to ya. Where were you, asleep?' Sometimes his head could be harsh. Marian was still in awe with the route to her bedroom. 'Just wait until she sees her room,' Tom thought to himself. He was truly enjoying this new visitor. Suddenly, in the back of his mind, a warning bell went off. 'Slow down there, fella. For all you know, this girl could be a psychopathic lunatic. She could be lying.' But Tom emptied himself of those thoughts. She had been so passionate while speaking, he wouldn't allow himself to think or believe she wasn't for real.
Besides, he needed something to believe in. He had been so wrapped up in fulfilling all these missions, he hadn't believed in anything in a long time. If she turned out to be a fake, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it. He felt something for this woman, and it was strong. He wasn't sure what it was, but nevertheless, he felt it all the same.
"Here you are, madam. Your suite awaits." She smiled, but he inwardly groaned. 'C'mon Sawyer. You could have thought of something better than that! That was almost a complete copy of your other remark! Get some new material, for the sake of us all!' But the look on Marian's face when he opened the door was enough to drive all those thoughts out of his head.
"And to think I thought that I couldn't be surprised by anything else now. But this room..." she said softly, sweeping her hand around. "It's like a palace." Tom looked around.
"Or it's like a cabin on a ship." She looked at him and laughed. Oh that laugh! It was enough to throw any man off balance. It was sweet and high- pitched, but not so that it made you uncomfortable. It was just...sweet.
"Oh, you don't understand. It's just so much for me, I feel as though I might burst from all that I have taken inside of me in only a couple of days." She walked farther into the room, and as she did, Tom muttered, "So do I." He shook his head. 'What is wrong with you, Sawyer? You can NOT be seriously thinking about love. Pull yourself together man!' his inner voice ordered. Tom made a face as he told himself that it was NOT love, that he had just met the woman and that he was not going to go down that kind of a path again. He didn't want to go down that path. He instead looked for something else to look at besides her, so that he wouldn't have to think about that path. The bed, NO. Not a good place to look at when trying not to think about love. Here, the wall will work. He concentrated on the wall to the left of him as he looked for something smooth and clever to say.
"Well, ya know what they say about...ships. And...cabins." He said this slowly, and as the words came out of his mouth, he could feel the embarrassment begin. His head began screaming at him, telling him that he was a failure and an idiot. Marian looked down at her hands, then up at another wall. "Yep." She replied in an equally smooth comment. As Tom's mind dashed for something to say to save himself from that horrendous and embarrassing comment, Marian's head berated her for her own horrendous comment. 'Yep! Yep? That's it? That's horrible! YEP?!' Marian searched for something else to say, and came out with, "Do you want to sit down?" That seemed safe.
"Sure," and Tom closed the door and sat himself down in a chair by his new favorite wall. He racked his mind for something to say. Yeesh, why was he so afraid of what he said around her now? He came up with a compliment.
"You, know, those clothes that Mina gave you, they look really nice." There. Good job. When all else fails, go for the compliments. Marian smiled and blushed. She walked over to the other chair to sit down.
"Well, I don't know about how thrilled she was to give them to me. I swear, if she had lasers in her eyes, I wouldn't be here right now." Tom was confused.
"Lasers in her eyes? What's a laser?" She laughed a little. "Never mind."
He looked around the room. He decided that he was invading her personal space and that she needed to be left alone. "Well, I guess I better go." He got up and walked to the door. Marian stood up and walked with him.
"Where's your bed? I mean, where's your room? In the sense that if I needed to find you, where would you be sleeping? I mean, where would, oh God." Marian was blushing furiously. Tom smiled and laughed to himself.
"One floor up, third door on the right." He smiled and Marian nodded.
"Okay. Well, um, I will, talk to you later." Marian was clearly embarrassed, so Tom moved out into the hallway. "Okay." He replied. "Okay." She replied nervously. Tom shut the door. Now that he was out in the hall alone, he said quietly to himself "Ships and cabins?" Shaking his head, he went up to his room.
Meanwhile, someone else on the ship was not so thrilled about their guest. Mina sat in her room, about boil over. 'Get a hold on yourself, Mina old girl. Calm down.' Mina did not know what was setting her off on this woman. She had done nothing to them, yet. 'Mina, calm down and think about this rationally. What is going on with you? You have never been that rude or cold to someone.' Mina began to calm down. She had to think. She sat down in what she affectionately called her thinking chair. It was just a soft chair in her room, but it was comfortable and she always seemed to lose herself to her thoughts in it. So, she sat and thought.
'Okay. Let's think back to the events that happened after she arrived. Let's remember everyone else's stories as well, then decipher if your conclusions about the girl are well put.' Mina was quite a rational person, very put together, so her immediate jumps to disliking the girl were uncalled for. She had to sit down and see what had set her off.
She thought back to her arrival. Skinner and Sawyer had brought her in, saying that she had saved their lives. The Dargonite had come, then she had appeared and stopped it. She had come from a 'bright blue sphere' as Skinner and Sawyer had said. She had taken this in with a bit of reservation, but that hadn't quite been it. She had saved their lives. 'Remember, Mina? She saved their lives.' Her head put emphasis on each word.
Let's see. Then she had explained where she had come from, about her future. The girl had seemed very convincing in her story. 'She sounded as though she were telling the truth.' Mina then remembered the attack of the Dargonites. She remembered being able to kill the Dargonite that had attacked her because it's attention had been adverted by Marian running by. She had run to get that gun thing. Then she had fired and all but one of the Dargonites had died. They had then all saved Skinner from the Dargonite attacking him. Mina remembered all of this.
'Why did I save her life? The Dargonite had stopped attacking me to go after her. Why did I save her life?' Mina asked herself. It was because if she hadn't killed the Dargonite, it would have killed Marian, who was their only link to this man Jarson that they had to defeat. Mina continued to remember. Then they had seen Marian's powers, telekinesis and astral projection. That may have been what sparked the seed of distrust. She had not been forthcoming on that power. They had then put a tarp and a few other inventions of their own over the enormous hole in the ceiling to keep out the rain. After that, Marian explained her plan, which I agreed to as a good one. It had been a good plan, but Mina had still been unsure. When Marian and Sawyer had left the room so that she could go to bed, Jekyll had gone to make sure Skinner hadn't died, and she and Nemo had begun to discuss Marian. Jekyll had come back, with Skinner in tow, who then berated Mina for not trusting Marian. After another discussion, they had gone to bed.
In the morning, Mina had had to lend Marian some of her clothes. She had looked nice in them, but Mina still had been incredibly wary. Now after going over the events in her mind, Mina was calm and could mull through things to find out what had set her off. She conjured up a picture of Marian, right from the black clothes with strange stitching to the boots on her feet all the way to the tips of her hair. Seeing her face and remembering her attitude, Mina felt a jolt. She knew why she had distrusted Marian.
The girl had reminded her of Dorian. While it was slight, her attitude of sheer confidence had been enough. But there was also her features. She had Dorian's wavy dark hair (which had looked like a woman's to begin with) and she had those blue topaz eyes, that held intelligence and superiority in them. While Marian seemed not to realize that she looked superior, she truly did. Mina realized that those similarities had been just enough to make her put a mental block of distrust against the girl. 'Damn Dorian to hell' she thought. That man's mere memory had caused her to despise this poor girl who was trying to help.
Mina sat up. Now that she knew that it had not been the girl's fault, she was a little less wary. Dorian had effected her even more than she had realized, and because she had been trying to face her demons, she had taken it out on this girl. While Mina was not yet about to throw her arms around Marian and claim her as her best friend, she was not as distrustful now that she knew that her distrust had been rooted in the memory of a hateful person. Mina was upset with herself to have carried that hate for three years. What would have happened if Mina had followed her instinct to turn this girl back? Dorian's memory had to be faced. In order to do that...well, she wasn't sure. Maybe talking to Marian might help. Before Mina realized what she was doing, her feet were walking to the door, were out in the hall and taking the walk to Marian's room.
She stopped outside the door. 'What will I say?' she thought. 'Just say what you ever you feel you need to tell her.' With that thought rooted in her mind, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
Inside, Mina heard a voice call, "Who is it?" Mina answered, "It's Mina." There was silence, then, "Come in." Before Mina could open the door, it was opened for her. Mina looked in, expecting to see Marian standing there, but no. Marian was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, one hand holding a book, the other hand holding a pair of glasses she had apparently just taken off. Marian gestured into the room. "Sit down, Mina." As Mina walked into the room, the hand with the glasses swept to the right, and the door closed behind her.
"Did you need something?" Marian asked. She was a little cold, but Mina decided that was to be expected. 'You did turn her a little cold to you, now didn't you Mina?' her inner voice smugly remarked.
Mina, not sitting, just said, "I came to apologize for my recent behavior towards you." Instead of gushing into an oh-it's-okay or an apology-not- accepted-now-get-the-hell-out-of-my-room retort, Marian simply nodded and said, "Go on." Unbeknownst to Mina, Marian was secretly pleased that Mina was here. She was her, well, she was almost an idol to Marian.
Mina cleared her throat and began, "I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person in the world to you. For that I'm sorry. I have grown cynical through my many years and distrustful. I wasn't sure if I could trust you yet."
"Have I proven my trust?"
Mina answered truthfully. "No, not yet. Not to me, anyway. I still don't trust you much. I will be watching you, to make sure if my accusations are justified."
Marian smiled to herself and shook her head. "That's priceless. The one member of the League that I had uppermost respect for distrusts me. Well, I guess I warrant it. I am the new dog in your territory. But distrust shouldn't warrant the unkindness and hostility that you have shown me. I thought this morning that if you could, you'd have shot me where I stand." Mina looked at the ground.
"It wasn't just that you were new. I distrusted you the most because you reminded me of someone that I had held close to my heart who had been very worthy of distrust, but I had not seen it."
"Was this the event that made you cynical or something before or after?" Mina laughed. Marian obviously hadn't expected her to laugh at that statement.
"It was one of them. It was definitely one of them. He was once a member of this very league. Right when we started. But you reminded me of him." Marian nodded in understanding.
"I see. It was your conflict with Dorian Gray. How do I remind you of a traitor?"
"You look like him. You hair, your eyes. Also, your attitude. You exude confidence and superiority. Just like he did." Marian looked down at the floor.
"You know, I can't say whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing." Mina smiled.
"Don't fret over it. Just know that I have sorted it out, and I don't look at you and see Dorian anymore."
"Well, I guess that's good."
Mina walked to the door, then turned around at that statement. "But do know that like I said, I will be watching you. If you seem to threaten these people, my friends, I will have no problem with killing you. Just to let you know."
"Right. Point taken." Marian said. She had taken that outburst rather well.
"Good," was all Mina said in reply. She opened the door and closed it before Marian could do it for her. But Mina wasn't sure she would do that now. Mina was not sure. But now that she had explained things to Marian, she felt better. She walked down the hall to her room, fully in control of her feet.
There you go! Chapter seven! I hope you liked and PLEASE review! Thanks so much! Cookies, milk, and mini-Nemomobiles to all! And to all a good night!