Okay, sorry for the long wait, here's the new chapter!


Shaula ran around town, without bothering about the many little girls who pointed at her yelling happily „Fairy! Fairy!", and pushing away quite harshly the other ones who asked her for the three wishes. She tried to move her wings to fly, but no avail. She just hoped not to run into a whole kindergarten on a trip.
„Come on, come on!" she rose her antennas, hoping to sense where to search for Wilt.

„Where were you, Shee?" Bety jumped on her chest.
„Went to see a…" she bit her lip „…a friend."

„Phew, so we're over this" Sophie sat down on a bench in the park „Bety!"

„Time to go!" said the little star to Sheila, and shot off. She could become a shooting star whenever she wanted.

Sheila stood up and… just couldn't move. There was something heavy on her heart. The fact she had beaten up Terrence so badly? No way, he deserved it…But it had something to do with that. No, Shaula loose around town was the last of her worries. Something different. Something else. A feeling… she knew it was there before, buit never cared too much. Only now it was becoming painful, unbearable… Just that she couldn't get the point. Guilt? Anger? Worry? Hatred? Sadness? What could it be?

Wilt, hungry, thirsty and weak, slowly walked out from the narrow dead end and wandered along silent, lonely streets, grasping tightly the keyring and the small novel. In the end he got to the park, just to get some sips of water from a fountain. Suddenly voices got his attention. He quickly hid in the bushes, as the last thing he wanted to encounter was some helpful pal bringing him back to Foster's.

„Oh Bety, remember how we loved sitting here when younger?"
Bety…?
Wilt's eye peered from behind the bush. He could see a young woman cradling a small star. That voice…
„Yes, yes, Sophie! When we came to read here, beside the fountain!"
Sophie…!
„That always used to inspire me. What if I get an idea for my new novel right now?"
Wilt was about to stand up, but thought it through. Even if it was the same Sophie, she must have already forgotten him. Bety and I will always remember you…
These words, written inside the cover of the tiny novel. Wilt forced himself to believe they were true. In the end, he got out of the bushes and took all his courage.
„Excuse me, madam…?"

In the meantime, Shaula entered the park from another direction, hoping to find Wilt or maybe other lost imaginary friends. Just no kindergarten children…

„Wait…" Sophie and Bety both narrowed their eyes the same way.
Wilt leant his head down. So she has forgotten him.
„I'm sorry madam, I'm on my way now…"
„OH MY GOD!" Sophie jumped up and clapped her hands, making the two novels she was holding fall on the gravel „WILT! WILT! WILT! SO MANY YEARS…"
She hugged him tight and pulled up to kiss him on the cheek.
„WILT! WILT!" Sophie was screaming louder than the alarm of a bank. So Shaula didn't need her feelers at all to find them.
„And how's your life these days? Have a new owner?" Sophie wiped away tears of joy „oh, I'd have never thought we'd ever meet again!"
Wilt hugged her too, while Bety, squealing, was dancing on his head.
„Wilt! Sophie! Bety!"
The three stopped and turned towards the voice. It was Shaula.
„Oh, Shaula!" Sophie clapped her hands again „I meet all my dearest imaginary friends the same day! Wilt, this is… Wilt…?"
Wilt turned around and ran.
„Oh, no! Wilt, it wasn't me, I swear! Sorry, Sophie, I've heard you're in town, but now…" Shaula began running after him.
„Hold on, hold on!" but Shaula didn't pay attention to Sophie.

„Terrence… are you all right?"
Mac still couldn't get a word out of him. He stayed silent ever since Sheila had left. He let Mac clean his wounds, put his sheets in the washing machine, make him sit in front of the TV, switching on The Loved and The Loveless, all without saying a word, an expression of deep sorrow on his face. Sometimes a couple of tears ran down his cheeks, but no sound was heard. Terrence was completely in shock.

Come on! Shaula had to try it. She had to reach Wilt. Please!
She tried it again. Harder. With all her will… all her heart… it was her only wish.
„Oh dear…!" escaped her lips as her wings began to move and she took off the ground…
„WILT!" in the end she reached him and grabbed his shoulders.
„I'm sorry, Shaula, let me go!"
„Never! Oh, no!" Shaula's wings cracked and she fell, right on Wilt's back.
They're still too weak…
The next moment Sophie and Bety got to them.
„What's going on here?" she asked „now, sit down and tell me!"
Wilt reluctantly sat on the bench. Shaula walked there slowly, massaging her wings.
„Oh, for goodness, what happened to your feelers? And your wrists! And… Shaula, your wings!"
„Euh… I fell down the stairs!"
„Hundreds of times?" Sophie raised her eyebrows.
„Do you know her?" asked Wilt.
„Well, of course I do!" smiled Sophie „she's my sister Sheila's imaginary friend! And now, you two… what was all this?"
Wilt stared frozen at Sophie, who, luckily enough, that moment just leant forward to pick Bety up.
Shaula took his hand, and shook her head, as her lips moved.
„Don't tell her… don't tell her…"

Hope you liked it :-)

- Sofia