So this is the penultimate episode. Next one will include Terrence more, and Sheila's call for him. But her evil plan and Shaula/Wilt does not fit in this story title and genre. That's the trilogy: The Destiny of an Imaginary Friend; Love at First Fight; Long Forgotten Feelings. (If I can't think up a better title).

Readable also alone, in the 3rd and last part there will be romance, angst, drama, action, etc.

Saturday

Shaula t. J. F. stared out of the window, waiting for that nice little brown-haired guy to appear. She liked him, even though his imaginary friend Bloo was always mean to her.

She turned around and looked at the, now empty, room. Foster's home… She still couldn't call it a „home". When Wilt brought her here, she only faked those smiles and the happiness about having found a place to live in. She just wanted Sheila back… at any cost. Nothing, or no one at Foster's was more important than her. True, maybe Wilt… but he was just a temporary friend, or so she thought.

He just feels sorry for me, that's all. He had seen Sheila that day. He had seen it all…

Finally Mac appeared at the door and she walked down the stairs.

- Bloo, what do you think? – asked Mac with dry lips, after more than 10 minutes spent with detailing the strange changes about Terrence.
- Huh? What? Ah, Terrence! Who cares! – he threw a killer look in the direction of Shaula sitting in an armschair with a book lying on her lap. Her feelers were hanging like ceiling lamps; she couldn't sense anything sicne those days…
- But Bloo, really! It's not that I'm not happy about it, it's just that… I fear something terrible has happened to him!
- Kidnapped by aliens who have taken his place! – said Bloo, still staring at Shaula.
In the end her intense black eyes, exactly like Sheila's, looked at him sadly.

Sheila's home

She looked at herself in the mirror. Suddenly her reflection seemed to change… wings. Feelers. A glowing heart on her chest. Hair tied in two small ponytails.
- What? Shaula! You're back…?
The vision was gone.

She had to get rid of her. And she couldn't bear the thought that now that idiot ruining her life was probably happy with that skyscratcher-tall red boyfriend of hers, surely not thinking about her creator any more.

But she just couldn't take that reflection off her mind…

And it dawned on her. Sheila's Evil Genius got the best idea ever.

Foster's

Oh, how far Shaula was from what Sheila was thinking about her! What boyfriend? What happiness?

She slowly climbed on the window-sill. Tried to move her wings. She felt something like long lost strenght flow through them.
- SHAULA! – she heard Wilt scream behind her – what are you doing?
- Flying like years ago… - her eyes shone as if she was miles away from him as she let herself go…