Well, I've decided that "for my own amusement" is a good enough reason to continue this, and since I feel like amusing myself at this moment, continue I shall.

(By the by-"for my own amusement" is not a good enough reason to write a disclaimer, so I'll just tell you to see the last chapter's disclaimer.)

-See last chapter's disclaimer-

Where were we? Oh, I remember, sorta...

...then this dog ran up, If fact "ran up" is a little deceiving. The ground was level where is was running, and it never stopped, it just sort of came, grabbed onto Moira's leg with its teeth, and then dissipated. Moira dissipated along with the dog.

So by the time our "Sir" Wilkes-Barre came up (also deceiving, since he came from the same direction on the same level ground as the dog) there was no longer anyone to rescue, and neither Illanna or Fae were in any sort of mood for a picnic.

Though really, neither was Wilkes-Barre. The first thing he did was notice Illanna and Fae, run back, because he had overshot them, and then holler up at them in a very frantic fashion if they had seen Little Darling. Illanna just hollered back down if he had seen Moira. Wilkes-Barre hollered back that no, he hadn't (rather bruskly too may I add) But really were they sure that they hadn't seen Little Darling- Oh- she was a dog about like this and this and with eyes and- oh- blackish kinda and-

Then Fae said very icily that his f---ing Little Darling had f---ing killed Moira, you f---ing crack-head.

Wilkes-Barre looked a little abashed, (Ha Ha, he positively looked sick) and really really sorry (as he very well should have). He yelled as much up at Illanna and Fae, and then said he was really really sorry for yelling, and then attacked the cliff, and, eventually, managed to get to the top, where he looked so miserable that Illanna actually took him by the arm and told him it was OK, and to calm down dude, they didn't really like Moira anyway so it was no great loss.

Now wait a second here-

Oh you were being sarcastic?

Well I guess that's alright...

...and to calm down dude. He then went on to explain that it really wasn't OK. It turned out that Little Darling had developed a habit of spontaneously dissipating. One moment she was there, the next she wasn't. It had never happened before, but he guessed, that since Moira had been in contact with Little Darling that she too had dissipated.

Now we have some options. We can continue in this direct, if bland vein and tell about Fae and Illanna's reactions to the dissipation of Moira. Or we can do some skipping about and have Wilkes-Barre realize that they all are speaking English with a New York accent and flip out. Or we could cut to what's happening with Moira, though for the sake of the structure of later chapters I'd rather not. Or we could have another If-I-Wasn't-Writing-This-But-It-Was-Happening-Anyway episode.

Gee Whiz- I don't know, they all sound so equally dull and boring.

Oh, well here's another option, Illanna wants a description of Wilkes-Barre.

Now see here, I'm not so pleased about this. It certainly seems that Illanna is a little too interested in Wilkes-Barre. Wait- Illanna- you were supposed to be the one to flay Wilkes-Barre back then when he first ran up, what is this nonsense, don't tell me you LIKE Wilkes-Barre now, Hey! Fine, be that way, I was going to give you a Tortallian and a Shang Pig to choose from, but if you don't want these handsome creatures I've cooked up for you, go ahead, fall in love with-

Oh- look Wilkes-Barre, really no offence meant, its just...

See Illanna...

Oh, why do I even try?!?