Author's Note: So sorry for the wait, but... life has been a little hectic. But summer is here now! And despite mom's firm standing that I can finish a whole years' worth of school work in these short summer months (am home schooled, mom's stressing about college- which is far enough away, thank you very much- and I'm on a sort of academic treadmill as it is), I have free time again! Yes! I shall be able to write more and update quicker! So please don't hurt me.

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own it.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Avi17 ('cuz she drew me fanart. X3)

Something Wicked

Chapter 12

By Amethyst Bubble

"As far as we can tell, there have been a total of three fatalities resulting from tonight's... battle, if you will," Ninian spoke softly, rather carefully. All eyes were fixed on her, tense, waiting. Exactly who had those fatalities been?

It was three in the morning. The fighting had ended a while ago, but it had taken some time to round everyone up.

"Luckily enough for us, all of those fatalities were on the hunter's side." Ninian said with a small smile. A sigh of relief passed over the room.

"The first known attacker, the witch hunter who had attacked Rath, was found dead." Ninian explained, "He committed suicide via poison, presumably so he wouldn't be tortured for information after the battle was over. The second was suffocated by Matthew's magic."

"Hey," Matthew spoke up, frowning. "I told you, it was an accident! It's bad enough that Guy's mad at me for it..." He grumbled, casting a glare at the dark-haired boy besides him. Guy glared right back, his arms over his chest.

"I told you not to kill him, and then five minutes later..." He frowned, looking away. Matthew sighed in exasperation.

Ninian cleared her throat, trying to regain the room's attention, "And the third either fell from or was pushed off of one of the balconies." Her eyes flickered over to Legault, who failed at his attempt to look innocent. "Their bodies will have to be cremated and the ashes scattered. Respectively, of course. Kent, Sain, can I entrust this duty to you?"

Sain made a face, not too fond of the idea of scattering the burned remains of their enemies, but nodded all the same.

"Of course," Kent said quietly.

"Good, good," Ninian smoothed her skirt. "Please do that before retiring tonight." They nodded again.

Slowly, Florina stood up, "Um, Ninian...? About Farina...?"

"She's alive," Ninian stated. "I can't really tell you anything else at the moment. Hannah and Nils are trying to divine her location currently, and we will let you and Fiora know immediately as soon as we find out anything."

"Oh...um, thank you," Florina mumbled, sitting back down.

However, Fiora was unsatisfied with this answer. She stood up, and asked, "Was Farina kidnapped? Is that why she's gone? Have witch hunters taken her?" The look in her eyes demanded answers.

Ninian closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "We are almost certain that Farina left of her own free will."

Fiora was quiet for a moment as she contemplated this, "...Then why did she leave?"

"I'm sorry," Ninian shook her head. "I honestly don't know."

"Fiora," Florina tugged on her sister's sleeve. "Ninian doesn't know anything else. I'm sure she'd tell us if it was otherwise."

With a defeated sigh, Fiora took her seat.

Across the room, Heath fixed Legault with a glare as he mumbled something threatening and inaudable under his breath.

Nino followed Heath's example, nailing the lavender haired man with a slightly less frightening glare, "You locked me up in a library and went off to shove people off of high places! Uncle Legault, I'm so mad at you!"

"First of all, neither of you have any evidence that I actually pushed that hunter off," Legault hissed, narrowing his eyes. "And secondly, Heath, I do not even want to know how you got out of that library, my dear little moron."

"Before you start, I know that my actions were-"

"Incredibly stupid?" Legault interrupted, "Because they were, Heath. Wandering around in a house full of witch hunters? On top of that, virtually none of the witches here know you. They could have mistaken you for a witch hunter and killed you!"

"But I'm alive!" Heath said in exasperation, "I'm alive, and I'm fine!"

"I locked you and Nino in that library because I didn't want to have to worry about your well being!" Legault retorted. Nino shrank back slightly as both men continued to glare daggers at each other.

"They're scaring me..." She mumbled, tugging on Canas' sleeve. He chuckled at her.

"Oh, don't worry," He smiled serenely, looking up from the book in his lap. "They'll stop... Eventually." As an after thought, he added, "Probably."

Heath's voice interrupted them, "You were worried? What about me! And Nino! How do you think we felt, locked in that library!"

"If I understand correctly," Legault said dryly. "You were in the library for very long, were you, Heath?"

Heath flushed, "That's not the point!"

"You did manage to get out some way, after all. Some unconventional way, seeing as the door was still locked with my shadows. Maybe a window perhaps...?"

"I did it to look for you!" Heath cried in frustration, "Legault, I was worried!"

Ninian cleared her throat delicately, "If you two could please keep it down...?" She asked, looking slightly embarrassed. "Pent and Louise have some things they'd like to announce."

Heath nodded silently, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away. Legault gave a long sigh, muttering, "We'll discuss this later."

"All right then, now that the lover's spat is over..." Ninian muttered under her breath, moving aside. Pent took her place and Louise stood next to her husband, feeling rather relieved to be out of that library at last. Nino was a sweet child, but when she was annoyed, she could be rather scary. Louise had been most relieved when Legault had returned.

"This attack wasn't quite as bad as the last," Pent began.

"Because the house isn't on fire, we're not surrounded by police, and the neighbors don't think you're running a whore house," Matthew spoke up, before getting whacked over the head by Guy. "What? I'm just telling the truth!"

Pent coughed, "Yes, well, that's one way of putting it, Matthew." He tried to smile, inwardly still grumbling about those damned nosy neighbors and their filthy minds, "Anyway, even though this attack wasn't quite such a disaster, it really isn't safe to stay here."

"What do you mean?" Lyn asked, "You aren't saying that we'll have to move again, will we?"

"Our solution," Louise took it upon herself to explain, trying to sound as soothing as possible, "is to have most of you temporarily relocate. Not to anywhere far away, maybe just to New York. That way, we can keep tabs on you without putting you in danger. We'll be staying here, of course." She smiled.

"How long is temporary?" Erk asked, suspicion in his tone.

"Maybe for a month or so, long enough for us to track down these witch hunters and make sure that they won't return." Pent said.

Kent stood up, "If I might speak?"

Louise nodded, giving him the go ahead.

"It is most likely that this group of hunters was a well trained, organized, large group," He said. "As long as the most of us are going to be in New York, wouldn't it be wise for us to do some investigating of our own? It is more then likely that we will find out something."

"Kent's right," Sain stood up, elbowing the red-head. "We have to do something to help out. Wouldn't want to look useless after all." He grinned widely.

"I don't know..." Louise said slowly, "All of you out there, putting yourselves in danger? I might worry."

"I assure you," Kent glanced from Pent to Louise. "That we will be perfectly fine. However, I would not feel right if I just relaxed and did nothing while you worked to find out exactly who attacked us tonight."

After a short pause, Pent conceded, "I suppose it's all right. I won't tell you not to do anything, but I strongly advise all of you not to get yourselves into danger. Now," He glanced around the room. "There is the matter of where you shall stay..."

"Excuse me?" Wil raised his hand and when Louise smiled at him, he stood, "I think I can help out with the living arrangements."

"Oh?" Pent said, sounding slightly surprised. "Do go on."

"Well, I used to live in an apartment building down town." Wil said, "It's kind of an old place, but it's not bad. The land lady, Mrs. Waters is pretty nice," He grinned. Several feet away, Raven shuddered slightly, causing Lucius to look concerned. "And the rent was cheaper then most hotels. She never had many borders, so I'm sure that she could put quite a few people up."

"Hmm..." Pent nodded to himself, "Well, why not?"

"This landlady of yours..." Louise began, gazing at Wil, "Is she someone trustworthy?"

Wil opened his mouth to answer, but Pent cut in.

"She needn't know of the situation. And she's obviously not a witch hunter, or Wil would probably be dead by now. I think it's a good idea."

"Still, we can't take chances with their safety," Louise argued.

Rath sighed, sensing an argument on the horizon. He tugged Wil, who seemed quite disturbed by Pent's 'she's not a witch hunter because he's still alive' logic, back down into his seat.

It had taken a while, but finally it was decided that the group would be split up into two primary groups. One group would stay in a hotel somewhere downtown while the others would go with Wil to the apartment house that Mrs. Waters ran. Who would go where had been settled quickly, seeing as everyone was too exhausted to raise any sort of objection.

However, large groups of young adults are usually conspicuous and easily spotted. For safety reasons, the groups would be split up into yet more smaller groups, given directions and left to get into the city through various ways at various times.

They weren't placed into groups and were free to pair up with whoever they chose to, as long as the groups stayed between two to five people. It was pretty much a given that, for example, Raven would be going with Lucius and his sister, and Lyn had offered to travel with Florina and Fiora.

Erk had wanted to stay with Pent and Louise in order to help them protect the house, but they insisted that he must go, and sent both Canas and Serra to make sure that he didn't try to stay behind. The only person besides Pent and Louise who would be staying at the house was Hannah, simply because she didn't wish to travel, saying that it wouldn't be good for her old bones. Everyone knew better then to argue with the old fortune teller, so no one said anything to her about possible danger.

It was late and they were to get an early start tomorrow, so everyone started to trail off to their rooms to get a few hours of sleep. Before they had a chance to leave, Pent pulled Matthew aside to speak with him and Guy was dismissed, only to be cornered in the hallway by Rath, who had sent Wil on ahead.

"You're not going to like what I have to say," Rath said in a hushed tone, staring down at the smaller boy.

Guy folded his arms across his chest, "No, I'm probably not."

"All the same..." Rath trailed off, glancing towards the doorway.

"Well?" Guy looked up at his cousin. He was tired, dammit, and wished that Rath would just say what he had to say so he could get to bed.

"You...plan on traveling with Matthew, don't you?"

Reaching up to play with the end of his braid, Guy replied, "Well, yeah. I mean... It'd probably be best, what with... her death..." He trailed off, looking uncomfortable. Had that really only happened that afternoon? It felt longer, much longer.

"Guy, let him go with Hector or one of the others. You'll come with me." Rath instructed, placing a hand on the younger boy's shoulder.

"Rath!" Guy protested, "Why?"

"I'd feel better if you were traveling with me. At least that way I know your safety is assured."

Guy frowned, "Nothing's going to happen to me if I go with Matthew."

Rath sighed, "I know that. Still..." He considered his words for a minute, "Guy, just trust me. We'll leave early tomorrow. I expect you to come with me and that's that." With that, he turned around and strode down the hall, wishing to speak to his student.

He got the opportunity sooner then expected.

"He's not going to listen to you," Wil said as Rath turned a corner, affectively startling the older man.

"... You were listening." It was a statement, not a question. Obviously, Wil had been listening, or else he wouldn't have said what he had just said.

Wil nodded sheepishly. "Sorry, but I was waiting for you. I still don't know my way around here and well, I overheard..." He smiled, looking guilty. "But you know that he won't listen, right?"

Rath sighed again, "...Come on." He said, changing the subject, "I'll take you back to your room. You should pack before bed. We'll leave early tomorrow. With Guy."

Wil shook his head before hastily following after his teacher.

When Matthew strode out into the hall, he found Guy leaning against the wall, apparently waiting for him.

"What'd they say?" He asked, pushing himself away from the wall and taking a step closer to Matthew.

Matthew smiled down at him, ruffling the dark green hair, "You didn't have to wait for me, you know. You should have gone to bed."

Guy shook his head and repeated his question, "What did they say?"

Sighing, Matthew saw that there was no way around answering the dark haired boy's question, so he might as well get it over with. "Just the usual 'I'm sorry for your loss' kind of stuff... Said that if it was too much for me, I didn't have to leave tomorrow. I could wait a few days."

"But..." Guy said tentatively, "You are leaving tomorrow, right? With the rest of us?"

Matthew smiled again, "'Course I am. I can't just sit around and mope all day, can I? No, I'm coming with the rest of you and we're going to discover who these monsters are and crush them."

"Right," Guy agreed with a nod and a small smile. "Then I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Plans."

"I'm sorry."

Legault looked up, "For what?" He gave the suitcase another kick for good measure.

Heath watched with mild amusement, deciding against trying to help, "I'm bad luck." He said simply from his place on the edge of the bed, idly watching Legault.

Abandoning the evil suitcase for a moment, Legault straightened up and gave Heath an odd look, "Why do you say that?"

"First, think about my life story," Heath said with a wry smile. "Then look what happens the minute you bring me here. The house gets attacked and everyone has to pack up and move." The smile faded and Heath looked at the floor.

Legault sighed, "Technically, this happened the day after I brought you here."

"Not much of a difference."

"No, but all the same..." Legault knelt next to Heath, "You're not bad luck."

Reaching over to run his fingers through the other man's lavender hair, Heath smirked, "You got any evidence to back that up?"

Legault leaned closer, "Do I need any?" He wound one arm around Heath's shoulders.

Heath raised one eyebrow, "Maybe."

Legault grinned, leaning in even closer. "How about if I-"

"Uncle Legault!" The door burst open with a bang and the two sprung apart so quickly that Heath ended up flat on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a dazed manner, while Legault hit the floor with a 'thump'.

Picking himself up and dusting himself off, Legault said in a low voice, "Why, hello, Nino dear..."

The small green haired girl poked her head out from around the stack of clothes she was carrying, "I was wondering if you would pack these for me, uncle Legault? Pretty please?" She pouted, "I want to go to bed all ready. I'm tired."

"Fine, fine," Legault huffed. "Just set it down somewhere and go to bed."

Nino grinned triumphantly as she setting the mound of the clothes down by the door and skipping off to bed, "Night, Uncle Legault! Good night, Heath!" She called over her should as Legault moved to close the door.

"Good night, Nino," Legault replied, giving the girl a small smile that spoke of fondness, and maybe just a little exasperation. He kicked the door closed as she disappeared around a corner, then he turned his gaze to the pile of clothes she left. "...We might need another suitcase," He muttered, shaking his head.

Sitting up, Heath couldn't help but laugh, "You two are cute."

"That comment has done wonders for my manly image."

"No, really," Heath grinned. "It's funny, watching the two of you. I never thought that anyone could run circles around you like she does. It's even more unbelievable that you let her."

Legault smirked, "Let's just say I've got a soft spot for her, then."

"Mm," Heath nodded, still smiling. They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Heath voiced a question, "Have you ever cast a spell on me?" He asked bluntly, curiosity over Canas' words getting the better of him.

Legault stared for a moment, "Cast a spell?" He repeated blankly.

Heath scowled, "I don't know what the right term for it is, but you get the general idea, don't you? So?"

Legault shook his head, "Where would you get that idea?" He sighed, "Of course I didn't. That would be irresponsible of me and unfair to you, wouldn't it?"

"...I guess so?" Heath replied, not really sure about it.

Legault nodded, more to himself then Heath, then raised the question, "Why do you ask?"

Heath flushed slightly, "No reason." He said, a little ashamed at himself for nearly accusing Legault like that.

The other man gave him a look that stated that he didn't quite believe him, but shrugged it off all the same. "All right then," Legault said airily. "Come help me pack these things up, will you?"

"Sure," Heath replied, getting up off the bed.

Night passed into morning quickly and the house was abuzz with people trying to pack up last minute items. Louise and Pent were trying to make sure that everyone left at a different time, so as to keep the groups small and inconspicuous. Those who were old enough to drive had squabbles over the few cars that Pent had allowed them to take. In the end, Raven and Fiora ended up taking them.

Most of the rest were still inside, pouring over bus schedules and trying to figure out how to get to the various stops, let alone getting there on time to catch a bus.

Wil, who had prior experience with public transportation, was in charge of picking out a bus stop and a bus to take. Rath, in the mean time, was mentally cursing his cousin, who was no where in sight.

"I told you he wasn't going to just abandon his plans and go with you," Wil chided lightly, not looking up from the pamphlet. Rath grunted.

Brown eyes flickered over to the green haired man, "Don't worry about it. You'll see him soon, and I'm sure he's fine with Matthew."

Rath's eyes narrowed slightly at the name. Wil sighed with slight amusement as he shook his head and went back to the schedule. "We should probably take this one," He advised, pointing at the schedule.

Rath glanced down, "Then when do you propose we leave?"

"Umm..." Wil bit his lip, lifting the schedule a little closer to his face. "In about an hour, I guess... It doesn't matter much. If we miss this bus, there'll be another one in about forty five minutes, so..." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter too much."

Rath nodded slightly, "All right. In an hour then."

"'Kay," Wil smiled. "This must be hard for you, leaving your home and all, especially since you've never lived in the city, have you?" He paused just long enough for Rath to shake his head, confirming Wil's guess. "Well, it's not so bad, the city, I mean. Sure, it's busy and crowded, but that's half the fun!"

Rath wasn't all too sure about that. He sighed, only half-listening as his student rambled on.

"How many tarot decks do you need?" Nils whined as Ninian handed him a bag. A very heavy bag, for something that was probably just full of cards. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around it, grimacing slightly as Ninian turned around and started packing up other random objects.

"I'm only taking my favorites," Ninian responded, carefully wrapping a few small glass bottles in tissue paper before packing them into a box. "Only what we will absolutely need. After all, just because we're temporarily moving doesn't mean that I can just drop my duties as a seer."

Nils mumbled something under his breath, staggering under the weight of the bag. He set it down on a chair carefully, and then straightened up, sighing. "I know, I know..."

"Then wrap these for me, would you?"

The young boy suddenly found his hands full of vials containing essential oils. "Yes, Ninian," He said dejectedly before picking up a sheet of bubble wrap.

"Keep it down, the both of you," Hannah grumbled from her seat at the small table, nursing a cup of tea.

"Sorry, Hannah," Nils smiled guiltily. "Couldn't you sleep last night?"

"Not a wink," The old woman scowled, wrapping her bony hands around the hot mug.

"Yeah," Nils commiserated with the elderly woman. "Me neither. That attack was pretty scary, wasn't it?"

"Wasn't the damn attack," Hannah gritted out. "Was the rain. Makes my knee act up." She sipped her tea again.

Nils sighed, deciding that further conversation with Hannah would be futile, "Ninian," He called. "When are we leaving?"

Ninian's hands never stopped wrapping various bottles and crystals as she replied, "Eliwood and Hector were kind enough to volunteer to escort us-"

"You mean the red-headed boy was kind enough to volunteer himself and the gruff one." Hannah cut in.

"They have names," Ninian mumbled under her breath before continuing in an audible tone, "So I suppose whenever they arrive, we'll be leaving."

"Oh," Nils said, taking a seat next to Hannah and swinging his legs back and forth.

"Have you packed enough clothes?" Ninian asked in a sisterly manner, adjusting the ribbons in her hair.

Nils nodded, "Uh-huh." He replied.

"Missing anything?" Ninian continued her packing-interrogation as she stacked the bubble wrapped bottles neatly inside a little box, "Forgot anything?"

"Nope."

"Well..." She paused, her hands stilling. "I guess we're ready then."

"So long," Hannah waved her fingers at them.

"We're not gone yet, you know," Nils informed her.

Hannah shrugged, "Not yet, you're not, but you will be soon." She sipped her tea again. "It'll be nice to have some quiet for a change..."

"I could say the same," Ninian grumbled softly, not meaning it all that much. As she taped up the box, she cast a fond look at the old woman, "Take care, Hannah."

The old woman snorted gruffly, but when she spoke the same fondness was in her voice, "Of course I will. I'm not stupid like you children. I've got wisdom in my old bones."

Nils grinned at her, "I thought what you had in your bones was arthritis."

"Wisdom is a side affect of arthritis."

"I'm sure," Ninian laughed lightly, finishing wrapping up her box. "Nils, carry this for me, will you?"

The small boy groaned.

"I've been on more public transportation in this past week then I have in my whole life combined." Legault observed as they took their seats on the half-empty bus, settling himself next to Heath with Nino occupying the empty row of seats behind them. She raised herself on her knees and propped herself up on her elbows on the back of the seat so as not to be left out of the conversation.

"Well, you were spoiled then," Heath replied blankly, leaning back against the seat and closing his eyes. "Now be quiet. All I want to do for the rest of the ride is sleep."

"Are you tired, Heath?" Nino asked. The only reply she got was a muffled yawn. She giggled slightly, "What happened, didn't get any sleep?"

"'Course not," Heath muttered, cracking one eye open to glare at Legault. "You uncle kept me up all night."

Nino blinked, then made a face, blushing slightly, "I don't want to hear this..." She said, shaking her head from side to side. Legault snickered.

It took a minute for this to sink into Heath's sleep-deprived brain, "Not like THAT!" He screeched when it finally did register, "We were up all night PACKING! PACKING!" He repeated for emphasis. Several people turned around in their seats to stare. Heath flushed, sinking down in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

Nino giggled slightly. "Sorry," She apologized. "I guess I did dump all my stuff on you. But someone," she mock-glared at Legault, reaching over the seat to poke his shoulder, "shouldn't have made you help!"

"You sound like I forced him," Legault said dryly, removing Nino's hand from his shoulder. "Which," he added. "I must certainly did not."

"Slave driver," Nino hissed playfully, poking him again.

Heath nodded, his eyes closed again, "He'd make an excellent one, wouldn't he?" He murmured.

Legault glared half-heartedly at them, "Are you two ganging up on me?"

"What makes you think that?" Nino feigned innocence and Heath, keeping his eyes closed, smiled slowly.

"Of course we are. Have to get the upper hand on you some way and two heads are better then one. Aren't they, Nino?"

"Right!" The green haired girl giggled, grinning widely.

"Exactly," Heath said. "Now, Legault, stop glaring at me. I'm honestly trying to sleep here."

Legault grinned in a devilish manner, tugging Heath closer so that in the end his shoulder ended up being used as a pillow by the green and white haired man, "And if I don't stop glaring?"

"Shut up and glare at your niece, why don't you?" Heath muttered, burying his face in Legault's shoulder, so that his voice was muffled by the fabric of the other's shirt.

Legault smiled slightly, raising a hand to stroke Heath's hair, before twisted around slightly in his seat to mock-glare at Nino, "You heard him, I've got to glare at you know." He informed her as seriously as he could.

She glared right back before laying down the rules, "First one to blink loses."

"Well, here we are," Wil announced as he pushed open the door and stepped into the Port Authority. "It's been a while since I've been here," He informed Rath. "A couple of months, at least."

A woman stormed by, her heels making clicking sounds on the floors as she screamed something about stocks into what appeared to be thin air. Rath raised one eyebrow and looked down at his student.

"Eh, by the look of her clothes, she's probably not crazy," Wil shrugged. "Most likely she's talking into some kind of tiny headset or something. Seriously, those things have messed up the city so much. You used to be able to tell who was speaking on a cell phone and who was just plain talking to himself, but ever since those headsets came on the market (1)..." He trailed off with a 'what can you do' sort of sigh.

"...Ah," Rath said, not knowing quite how to reply to that remark.

"Have you ever been to New York before, Rath?" Wil asked as they started towards one of the escalators. As they got on, he automatically moved to the side and Rath followed him on instinct. A second later, a man in a business suit practically ran down the other half of the escalator, almost running head first into a woman at the bottom.

"A few times..." Rath said, watching out for other crazed business men, "When I was a child."

"...It's kind of hard to think of you as a kid," Wil commented, staring towards the ceiling as he tried to imagine a young Rath. The only image he could come up with that might have been even remotely accurate was one of a toddler with dark green hair and a perpetual serious expression. He chuckled slightly as they got off the escalator, walking past several stores and newsstands.

"Now, one thing you have to know," Wil instructed, taking over the role of teacher temporarily, "is how to walk like a New Yorker."

"...Walk?" Rath repeated blankly, unsure as to how this counted as 'need to know' information.

Wil nodded, a happy grin on his face, "Just pretend like you're late for the most important meeting in the world and don't be afraid to look like you'll trample over people if you have to. Otherwise..." His grin widened, "They'll trample over you.(2)"

"Charming..." Rath muttered.

"Yep," Wil returned the sarcasm with a bit of his own. "But, hey, that's the way it works." He pushed the door leading out of the Port Authority open, ignored the man who was advertising 'I love NY' t-shirts at half-price, and stepped out into the muggy city air. "It's good to be back again," He said.

Rath grunted in response.

1. It's true. These days in New York, you see people walking down the street talking to themselves and it's hard to know whether they're on some sort of tiny cell phone or headset or if they're just plain nuts.

2. Also true. Tip to anyone reading who plans to visit New York someday: remember the New York walk. It's the first thing mom taught me and my brother when we moved here.

Okay... that really wasn't the most exciting chapter. But it was a transitional chapter and a bit of an important one. More good stuff comes later next chapter, which will be up SOON! I promise! I'm going away tomorrow to Washington DC and I've got about three hours of train ride there with nothing to do except read manga, so I plan to start the next chapter. I'll be back on Tuesday and hopefully the chapter won't be far behind.

Nextly, I'd like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers. We hit 140! Whoo! Your reviews make me grin. You guys are great! I love you all! And if you keep reviewing, I'll love you more.