Thank-you for the kind reviews! I have decided to continue this story. Let's see if I can get a chapter up before camp…(3rd of March)

Three Months Later

I look around the farm, and I glow with pride. Even though I am just a mere librarian, I tackled the chore of keeping the farm falling into despair. Far from it. In fact, it is flourishing with my care. Although I wouldn't have been able to stand standing outside in the sun without Sam.

He is my pride and joy. He is currently learning to walk and is trying to catch a butterfly but keeps tripping over his own feet. He doesn't let this stop him though, he just gets up again and tries (and fails) again.

My only fear is when he starts becoming old enough to ask what happened to his father. Because I won't ever be able to tell him. It still hurts. It will always hurt.

I am thrust out of my musings because Sam is attempting to communicate to me.

"Mama! I catched it!" Sam squeals loudly, waving a white butterfly with black spots over his head like a trophy, and pouts as it manages to escape his tight grip. He stumbles on his short legs as he chases it again.

I stand still for a moment and think hard. It's time to go out again. I decide to go tomorrow, as it's getting dark.

"Sam!" I call. "It's time to come in!"

Sam gives me his pout, and manages to stick his bottom lip out more than I thought was humanly possible.

"No!" he yells.

I chase him around the farm and when I catch him snuggles into my arms mumbling 'warm' as I take him inside. I kiss his forehead and tuck him into bed. He seems to fall asleep instantaneously as soon as his head hits the pillow. I am grateful, because tomorrow is going to be a big day.

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When I wake up the sun is shining and the farm animals are making various noises based on what type of animal they are. I rack my brain as I try to remember my plans for the day. I feel my stomach fall out as I recall that I was going into town to buy some food at the supermarket, since we are down to our last item of food (not counting dairy). A year old chocolate cake pushed down to the back of the fridge, which I have deemed to be inedible. So whether I want to or not, I have to go.

I wake up Sam, which takes a while since he is trying to eat his pillow. "No!" he mumbles. "Tasty!" I feed him some real food (after he realizes most little boys don't eat pillows for breakfast) and clean him up.

Walking out the front door, I can feel my knees threatening to buckle underneath me. My whole body is trembling. Sam is looking up at me, confusion etched on every corner of his face.

"It's alright Sam." I tell him, scooping him up into my arms. "Mummy will be alright." Most of the confusion falls of his face though a small portion still remains. I take a few uneasy steps as I walk north and out of the farm for the first time in three months.

Sam looks utterly confused now; he must not remember the town very well. "Down." he demands. He walks on the paved ground with legs as uneasy as mine. Tripping over again, I kneel down to steady him.

Luckily, on the short walk to the supermarket, Sam and I run into no one. I hold my breath as I walk to the door. As I move my hands to push open the door I can hear my heart beating like a trumpet in my ears. The door opens and I walk in.

The sound generated by the five or so people chatting happily to their friends stopped instantly as I stepped into the shop. Everyone stared at me; their eyes wide open, looking at the other people in the room to make the first move. I look around and quietly thank the Goddess that my parents aren't here.

After two minutes of awkward silence where everyone either stares at the ceiling or the floor, Manna tries to say something. After opening her and closing her mouth three times (making her look like a fish) she opts for two simple words.

"Welcome back."

I start crying again, and Manna puts her arm around my shoulder and awkwardly pats me on the back. Jeff starts fumbling at the cash register, his ears have gone red and he is mumbling something I can't hear and from the look on Sasha's face isn't very nice.

As I walk to the flour, nearly tripping over Sam since my glasses are yet again fogged up, the door opens again. I ignore it, and continue my blinded trek towards the flour. But it seems I can't since as soon as they enter they gasp.

"Mary?"

I turn around and I emit a gasp not quite unlike the persons. Even with my glasses as fogged up as they are, I can recognize that person anywhere. And it's the exact same person I was dreading seeing, because know I will have to tell the story. The whole story. And I'm not ready.

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A/N Thanks for reading. Next chapter: Mary tells person the story. If anyone has any ideas about how Jack could have died, please tell me in a review, since I didn't think that far ahead since this story wasn't planned to go further than the one shot.

Review responses will be next chapter, since I don't have much time. I was lucky enough not to get much homework so I could spend time typing up this chapter. And if I'm ultra lucky I may get another chapter up before camp. But it's not likely.

Thanks for reading,

Thoughts and Pondering.