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A bit of a short chapter this time around. I know it's not the best, but I hope it's a joy to read either way.

Chapter 4

Madison had stayed in the main gallery. Numbly standing there against the window, staring out to the expanse of space. She watched sadly at the sight of the Earth, now nothing more than chunks of rock and dust scattered around the station. Her home . . . was gone. Nothing more. Nothing left of it. All that history . . . gone in an instant. It left her rather numb. So many emotions went through her, but none of which she could really grasp. So much had happened that day. So many revelations and horrible turns of events. She was surprised that she wasn't in shock. Though, now that she thought about it, maybe she was. One thing she did feel was the pain that still coursed through her body. At least that was something to feel.

By this point, she was all by herself in the gallery. Everyone else had left. No one wanted to stay on the station. Platform One was closing down, and soon she would have to leave. But she just couldn't bring herself to walk away from the window. She still felt like she needed to stay and say goodbye to the Earth. At least someone needed to send off the planet in a gentle lullaby. No one else had. No one else ever will.

"Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby. Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay. And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow. Bless you with love for the road that you go," she sang softly. Tears slowly started to roll down her face as she sang. Her mother's song flowed from her as she wished to give the Earth the one thing it deserved. A mother's loving voice to rock it into its last slumber. When she finished her song, she turned to see the Doctor standing behind her. He had this unreadable expression. Just staring at her, his eyes deeply observing her. She wiped away her tears, not wishing to look weak.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I just . . . felt that the Earth deserved better than what it got today from us." He didn't say anything to her. Instead, he walked over to her, taking her hands and looking at them carefully, taking in the burns and blisters.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her quietly.

"Truthfully? Terrible," she answered him. She sighed, shaking her head. "I just need a bath. I'll be fine after some rest." He nodded, still caressing her hands. He had this sad expression on his face, as though he regretted her getting hurt. "It's not your fault. So please don't blame yourself." He glanced at her, giving her a strained smile.

He held her hand, steering her out of the room and back to where the TARDIS was. She remained silent as they walked. Still contemplating how he had acted towards Cassandra in the end, and what had been of this day altogether. There was a lot she wanted to say to him. Truthfully, she was upset, almost angry, about how he had acted at the end of the day. If there was anything she detested more in life, it was people who allowed others to suffer. Cassandra, though cruel and deserving of punishment, did not deserve to die, to suffer, like that. For she had been tortured in the end, and Madison didn't know how she could stomach it.

"I'm angry with you, right now," she finally decided to tell him, keeping her voice calm and careful.

"Oh?" he replied with a blink of surprise, clearly taken back by her statement.

"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who allow others to suffer. Especially because of an act of 'revenge' or 'justice'. For what you did . . . that was no justice in allowing that woman to die like that." She looked at him, seeing how he stared back in apprehension. "I can understand you were upset. Really, I can. But . . . don't let your anger get the better of you. I don't think I can travel with someone who lets their anger do that sort of thing."

It made her worried that she overstepped her boundaries with him when he didn't say anything in return. He merely stared ahead of them, tight-lipped and eyes hard. Then, she saw how he swallowed heavily and nodded. She hoped that what she said helped him realise how wrong he had been. But at the same time, she could still understand, no matter how upset it had made her, why he did what he did. So, she squeezed his hand that still held hers lightly, conveying to him that she was still there for him. No matter how she felt about it. She was glad to receive a light squeeze back from him.

When they got back into the TARDIS, the Doctor sent them off again. She couldn't tell whereas he halted them not even a few moments later. She wondered if he had them placed somewhere back on Earth in her time. Or maybe he would have them orbit a planet in space instead?

"Where did you send us?" she decided to ask, too curious to not know.

"Just in a drift in the Time Vortex," he said casually, smiling at her now. "I put the TARDIS there, or sometimes orbit a planet when I'm not going anywhere yet. Which we won't for a while until I can get you patched up." He walked over, steering her down the corridor of the ship. She had to wonder where they were going as there were so many twists and turns they took. It made her wonder just how massive the TARDIS truly was. Eventually, they came into what she could only call as a medical ward of some kind. It looked like any other clinical room she had seen back in the 21st century, but there were many far advanced mechanical devices in the room that she knew were nowhere near what Earth had currently. The Doctor had her sit down on one of the white, sterile beds in the room before he went over to a counter with all kinds of cabinets. He searched through a few before grabbing a white tube of some kind and walking back over to her.

"Here. Some regrowth, burn cream. It'll fix your hands right up," he said, giving her a bright grin as he opened the tube and applied a glob of clear cream onto her hands. He carefully rubbed it into her skin, allowing her to watch in amazement as her skin changed from red back to her normal pale skin tone. The blisters went away almost a second later. It was as if her hands had never been burned in the first place. "There you go! Good as new," he said as he placed away the tube again. He then turned back to her. "Now, you said you needed a bath?"

"Yes, please. I'm very tired and just want to get cleaned up," she said with a heavy sigh, feeling the day wear down on her terribly. Her skin was still too dry, even feeling cracked in some places. Though she was glad that none of it was visible to him. She really did not wish to explain anything about herself just yet to the Doctor.

"All right, I can do one better for you. How about your own room in the TARDIS?" He grinned so brightly at her, looking eager for her response.

Madison blinked in surprise, taken back now. "I . . . I can have my own room?" She felt a bit overwhelmed by his generosity. He was being awfully kind to her. A part of her wanted to think it came with a catch, but she felt that he just wasn't that sort of man.

"Of course you can! Everyone who travels with me gets their own room." He walked over, taking her hand, still with a large grin on his face. "Come on. Let's see what the TARDIS has for you." He pulled her along and back down the many hallways of the ship.

"The TARDIS picks rooms for your companions?"

"Yep. She makes 'em special just for them. See she doesn't just translate when she gets inside your head. She also looks through, sees what kind of person you are, and then makes a room based on what memories you have or what you like. Though I can always make changes around that if I wanted to."

He led her to a door that seemed to just appear out of nowhere. It was made out of deep brown wood and had her name written across it in golden letters. He waved a hand towards it, grinning away and bouncing a bit in excitement. Apparently, he was very excited to see what the room looked like. So, she carefully opened the door, a bit hesitant as she didn't know what to expect. What sort of things did the TARDIS see in her mind? She got her answer the moment she opened the door.

She stood there, stunned as the room before her looked just like her old childhood home. Though there were clear modern updates to it. The walls appeared made of grey stone, with a fireplace off to the side and sofas around to sit by the fire comfortably. A study area was off to the side, like the one her father once had, with an old fashioned desk and bookshelves with a variety of books already on the shelves. A rather large bed was in the centre with deep blue covers and pillows. The most surprising feature was the window by the study area. It had a view of the old lake that had once been by her childhood home. It was completely realistic, with the waters of the lake lapping against the grassy embankment and the evening sunlight shining brightly across the surface.

"She even gave you a window. That's fantastic," said the Doctor as he took in the sight of her room. He appeared very pleased by it as he smiled while taking it in. He walked over to the other side of the room, opening a door that she just now noticed. "Looks like she gave you a nice bathroom, too." Madison walked over to see what he meant and she was astonished by the size of it. The one thing that made her want to weep in joy was the tub. It was large. Larger than she ever had before. She could fully extend in this tub and still have plenty of room to move about. The Doctor looked over at her as she began sniffling. His brow furrowed in concern. "You all right?"

"Sorry. I don't mean to get emotional," she said quickly, laughing at herself as she wiped away her tears. She beamed at him, giving him a large hug. "Thank you. It's wonderful. Thank you so much." He laughed as he hugged her in return. Once they stepped away, she stood there sheepishly. "I'd hate to be rude, but I'd really like to be alone for now. I really need some sleep."

"Of course." He turned, heading to the bedroom door. "Rest up. Get all refreshed. I'll see you in the morning."

After he left and closed the door behind him, she went over and locked it. Though she didn't expect him to barge in on her without asking permission, she still wanted to make sure just in case. Then, immediately she took off her clothes. She sighed in relief, glad to be out of the itchy material. As a Mer, clothes were rather restricting. Being free from the confines of clothing was always a relief. She was just glad that in this modern century clothes were much more simple and light. The Victorian Era had been terrible when it came to clothing. Too many corsets.

She ran her hands through her red hair, smiling as she walked over to the bathtub and excitedly began filling it up with water. It truly was a large tub, oval in shape, with a section for her to sit on and nozzles for underwater jets to relax with. She was so excited to be in the tub that she didn't even wait for it to fill up. She sat in the shallow water, smiling as she waited for it to be deep enough for her tail to form. A long sigh left her as her legs slowly fused together, her tail stretching out in the tub. It was absolutely glorious. She was able to stretch out her tail, fluke flexing happily as she laid out completely straight. For once in her life, she was able to actually lay in the tub with her tail completely under the water. She laughed merrily as she ran her webbed fingers over her pale blue scales. It was the bathtub of her dreams and she was in heaven.

"Thank you for this wonderful room," she said aloud, hoping the TARDIS could hear her. "I'm truly grateful." She smiled as she felt a happy presence in her mind. Apparently, the TARDIS did hear her and was delighted by her response.

Once she turned off the water, she sat back, swaying her tail lightly under the warm water as she began to contemplate everything that had occurred during her first adventure with the Doctor. What a day that had been. She wondered if days with the Doctor were always so life and death. A part of her hoped that maybe they weren't, but another part of her was actually thrilled by it. It was strange. . . exhilarating. It made her feel alive. Which made her wonder if she should be concerned by feeling like this, but she didn't question it too hard. It had been years since she had such an adventure, after all. She forgot how much she missed it.

Then there was the Doctor knowing that she wasn't human. Now that she had time to get over the shock of it . . . she knew she needed to decide just how much she could tell him in the beginning. At least until she got to know him better. There was still plenty she wasn't sure about him just yet. Even though the Face of Boe (another thing she knew she needed to think about) said she could trust the Doctor . . . she just wasn't sure. Never had anyone known she was Mer. It felt . . . unsettling. But at the same time . . . she felt that maybe it was time someone knew. After being alone for so long, almost a hundred years now, she felt ready to just . . . have a friend. A real friend for once. One whom she could trust with everything. Could the Doctor be that friend? She just wasn't sure.

She let out a long breath as she slowly sank under the warm water of the tub. She decided to think about it all later. For now, she just wanted to enjoy this tub. She smiled as she made a few bubbles with her mouth underwater. Giggling, she stretched her arms out, swishing her long tail before a yawn left her. She then curled up slightly at the bottom of the tub, snuggle her head into her folded arms and let herself drift to sleep.

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The sleep she had was the best she had gotten that night in such a long time. She didn't even remember the last time she was able to sleep uncurled. Maybe when she was young? She couldn't recall. Her tail felt amazing as there was no pain, no kinks in it, and it even seemed to be shiner in the scales. She knew it wasn't healthy living in such a small space as a Mer. Obviously, she really needed to stay in larger tubs from now on.

A happy sigh left her as she came back up above the water, stretching her arms and flexing her muscles and her tail. It waved happily at her, splashing a bit at the surface. A smile of contempt graced her face as she stared at her tail, just so happy to not feel pain in the morning for once. She sat there for a while, just enjoying the water. She was pleasantly surprised to realise that the water was actually still warm. She wondered if the tub, or perhaps the TARDIS, had anything to do with that. Not that she did not mind cold water. It was just rather nice to be in warm water for once. Eventually, and rather reluctantly, she drained the tub. She knew she couldn't stay in her Mer-form forever. She needed to face the day and the Doctor. He would probably only wait for so long for her. It made her wonder how long it had been since she had fallen asleep. Being a time-travelling machine, the concept of time inside the ship seemed lost.

Happily, she found the towel rack was actually right behind her on the wall where she sat on the seat of the tub. She was able to dry herself right in the tub without having to climb out and fall to the floor. The TARDIS truly had thought of everything when it came to making her room. She felt even more grateful towards the ship. Then, as always, she felt saddened when her tail slowly split in two, her scales receding back, and her fluke gradually shrunk into feet. Though she didn't mind having legs, it was still sad for any Mer to have to be a 'human' again. After all, it was so much nicer to have a tail.

Eventually, she was out in the main room and dressed in new clothes she found in the small wardrobe she had in her room. Apparently, the TARDIS had thought ahead for her and pre-filled the wardrobe with plenty of styles that she enjoyed. Mostly consisting of t-shirts, knitted jumpers, denim trousers, and plain brown boots. Currently, she wore a green shirt, blue jeans, and slim brown boots. She shrugged on her blue jacket from before, then walked out of her room to see where the Doctor had gone to. It was difficult finding her way through the TARDIS. She had gotten lost with all the twists and turns the Doctor had made before. It began to worry her that she might get lost until one corridor looked familiar and she soon found herself in the console room.

"Ah! Finally, you're up!" called the Doctor from the upper level of the room. It seemed he had been reading a book while sitting over the edge. He snapped his book shut, putting it away in his leather jacket before jumping down to where she was. "About time. I thought you'd never wake up. Do you know how boring it is waiting for you lower species to get 'sleep' and whatnot? It's maddening."

"Oh, poor baby," she teased him, rolling her eyes. "Having to wait for 'lower species' to get sleep must be so terrible."

"It is! Do you know how much I could get done in the eight hours you waste on sleep? I could solve the Quentin Tronstad equation, meet Elizabeth the First, explore the Namoaruta, create at least two new languages, traverse the Noth 2FJ, and still make it back in time for tea."

Madison snickered, finding it amusing how he whined about her sleep. "You poor, poor thing," she teased him once more. She earned herself an eye roll, but he was smiling all the same. She watched him as he began dancing around the console, flipping levers at random and turning knobs, piloting the ship to who knows where. She held onto a hand railing, keeping her balance through the wild rocking. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere special. Just somewhere we can talk in peace."

Right . . . Talk. She almost forgot that she promised him that. She became nervous then, worried about what 'talking' would lead to. Again, she wondered if she could trust him. At this point . . . she knew the answer had to be 'yes'. For now, at least. She just hoped that her parents could forgive her for revealing what she was. As well as hoping that this 'talk' would not come back to haunt her in the end.

When the Doctor opened the doors for her after they landed, she was surprised to find he had brought them back to the 21st century. Even right back to London. He must have thought that by bringing her back to the time period he picked her up in that she would be more comfortable. He wasn't wrong there. It was nice being back in a place she was currently calling 'home'. At that moment, she looked around the crowded sidewalk they were at. She could see different restaurants and shops around the place. The smell of chips wafted through the area, making her stomach grumble in hunger. That's right. She hadn't eaten in a while.

"I do believe I owe you that date," the Doctor said as he stood beside her. He grinned at her, holding up his arm to her.

"I think you do," she agreed, smiling in return and taking his offered arm. They walked together down the sidewalk, going towards a pub.

"I should probably warn you now . . . I don't have any money," he told her, sounding rather sheepish now.

Madison snorted before laughing. She shook her head at him, snickering with a smile. "What sort of date are you?" She bumped into him playfully, giving him a slight grin. "Don't worry, it'll be on me, then." She then pointed at him in fake sternness. "But I'm holding you to the next one. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." He beamed at her, laughing in the back of his throat.

They walked into the pub, seeing it was rather busy. It must be lunchtime by her guess. They sat at the bar and she ordered the Doctor some fish and chips, herself just chips, and a couple of drinks. It did not take long for them to get their food and drinks. The moment she bit into a chip, she let out a groan of satisfaction. She truly was starving.

"You should probably let me know when you need to eat. Just for future reference. I tend to forget how often lower species need to eat," he said after a moment, munching away on his tasty fried food.

"How troublesome we lower species are for you," she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she popped another chip into her mouth. Her nerves slowly crept up on her as they sat there in silence. She glanced at him, seeing how he appeared rather content at the moment simply eating. Was he not going to start asking her questions? Was he waiting for her to start?

"So," he suddenly spoke up, making her go tense, her heart picking up in beat, "you finally gonna tell me who you really are?"

She didn't answer him. Now that he was asking and she had no way to back out . . . she felt terrified. She swallowed heavily, placing down the chip that she was about to eat. Placing her hands into her lap, she sat there stiffly, rigid in her seat. Her hands began to shake and she gripped both together to get them to stop. She felt the walls around them closing in on her. Her breathing picked up in pace as the sound of all the people around them chatting suddenly intensified for her. Growing louder and louder. The walls moving closer. Her heart pounding away. Her body shaking.

"Hey," came the Doctor's gentle call, snapping her back to reality. She looked up, seeing him giving her a look of deep concern. His brows furrowed as he stared at her before he reached over and touched her hands. "Are you okay? Why are you scared?"

"Because I've never told anyone who or what I am before," she breathed shakily. "All my life . . . it's always been my secret. It had to be. It was the only way to keep myself and my kind safe. To tell someone what I am . . . goes against all rules I and my family have ever lived by."

The Doctor stared at her. His eyes showed her a mountain of emotions going through him, but nothing that she could read fully. Swallowing heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, he appeared to be contemplating something very carefully then. "You . . . don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I'll keep you safe. I promise. No one will ever hurt you."

As her green eyes stared into his blue, she knew then that she really could. She could trust him with everything. Her instincts told her so. This man with such a burning fury that could match the Sun, yet the gentleness of a cool morning light. She nodded then, taking a deep breath. "My kind have been in hiding since the very beginning. We're not out for anything but our own survival and maybe to make a life for ourselves. For as long as I've known, it's always just been me and my parents. But now . . . it's just me." She stared down sadly at her lap. A wave of sorrow washed over her.

"What's your kind called?" the Doctor spoke quietly, keeping his voice soft.

". . . We're called Mer," she told him in a small breath.

"What planet are you from?"

"No planet. We've always lived on Earth. We've lived on this planet for as long as humans have."

"But did your kind evolve on Earth?"

She shrugged lightly. "As far as I know, yes. Though my father had always theorised that it was possible an alien species came to Earth in the beginning and possibly had offspring with a human that created us. But we had no proof to back that up."

The Doctor hummed as he nodded. He seemed to slowly process everything she said. Thinking it all over carefully. "Why are you in hiding if you've always lived with humans?" Seeing her raised brow, he gave a humourless laugh. "Right. I'm forgetting what humans are like."

"They hunted us. They were scared of us. Called us demons and anything else that meant vile creatures. My kind evolved. We've always had the ability to evolve quickly, to get around any obstacle we face. So we evolved a way around humans and avoided detection." She looked back down at her lap sadly. "And we've been hiding ever since."

The Doctor nodded, folding his hands together on the bar in front of them as he kept his steady eyes on her. "I know you're older than you look. What's your lifespan?"

"I was born in 1705. As of this year, I am three hundred years old. My father once said the oldest of our kind he had ever come across was over three thousand years old. So . . . about that long I suspect." She could not help but smile in humour when seeing the shocked expression on the Doctor.

"Well, you're one of the few species I've met with almost as long of a lifespan as mine."

This made her curious. "How old are you?"

He grinned. "I'm nine hundred."

She blinked in shock before smirking. "You're almost as old as my parents when . . . when I lost them." She stared down sadly once again, losing her humour.

He hummed as he thought of what else to say. ". . . You lost your parents?"

"Yes." She let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. "I lost them in 1918 to the Spanish Flu. After they died . . . it's just been me."

"But there's other Mer out there, aren't there?" He saw her desolate expression. The utter sadness in her eyes. His face fell and then he understood. ". . . You're the last of your kind."

"My father had been searching for others since I was born. We've moved from place to place, always looking. Of all that time, we've only ever met one other Mer. But she died of a broken heart when her lover passed away. My father always had hope of finding more of us . . . He died still believing that I could carry on and find someone, anyone. But I couldn't. No matter how much I've tried . . . there's just no one. They've all died off . . . There's nothing left." Her voice was so hushed as she spoke. Her eyes burned with unushered tears. She felt the Doctor slowly take her hands into his, holding them so gentle in understanding. He said nothing. Only holding onto her hands. She was glad for the silence. It helped.

"I'm the last of my kind, too."

She lifted her eyes with a start, seeing the ocean of grief in his blue eyes.

"My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned, like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust. Before its time," he told her. His voice hushed. Every word spoke of such sorrow that it made Madison's heart weep. His eyes wavered as he kept them on hers.

". . . The war?" she whispered in question, remembering what he had mentioned before.

"A terrible war. A war . . . that we lost. Everyone lost."

"Was it against the Nestene Consciousness?"

"No." It was all he answered. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't tell her who the war had been against. And truthfully, she knew it didn't matter if she knew or not. Still, his eyes stayed fixated on her. "I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone, and I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cause there's no one else. There never will be. Not ever."

Madison didn't know what to say. Never before had she met someone who was so much like her. Someone who felt the same pain and heartache of being the last of their kind. She didn't know what was worse. Having to live through watching all of one's own kind die so suddenly before their time, or watching them all slowly wither and fade away. Both seemed too horrible to bear. She took his hand into her own, softly thumbing it. "I'm sorry," she breathed, her eyes tearing up. "No one should ever have to live to be the last."

He swallowed thickly, eyes wavering again. "No. They shouldn't." Neither said anything for a while. Both of them just sat there, holding onto each other's hands and thinking over what they had learned. The Doctor stared away to look across the bar while Madison kept gazing at their hands. Finally, the Doctor cleared his throat before he looked back at her.

"Did you want to keep travelling with me? Even with how dangerous it can be? You've seen what it's like," he asked her, seeming nervous by her answer. She was taken back, surprised by him asking her this.

"Of course I do," she told him without hesitation, shaking her head determinedly. "Doctor . . . before I met you, I've been alone for so long. I . . . I don't want to be alone anymore."

"Me, either," he agreed, smiling slightly. They were both quiet again. Then the Doctor turned to fully face her. "Is it okay if I ask what your parents were like?"

She smiled, nodding. "My father, well, he was ever the dreamer and the optimist, filled with such hope for life. He was always ready for adventure, though sometimes that would end up getting us into trouble. My mother was more of the level-headed one. She was stern and could give you such a death glare. My father always said that she kept him grounded and that he'd be lost without her."

"Were they telepathic like you?"

"All Mer are. It's how we can communicate with each other." Her expression fell as she grew sad then. "It's . . . been very quiet in my head since I lost them."

The Doctor nodded in understanding. "My kind were always connected, too. We always sensed each other, no matter where we were in time and space."

Madison felt devastated when she heard this. Her face fell. "Oh . . . You were all linked." It wasn't a question for she knew it was true. Though Mer could be linked, in similar ways, it only went so far. It had to be established first. But the Doctor . . . it appeared as though to his people it just came naturally. She didn't know what to say. To constantly have one's people in their mind and then suddenly lose all those connections . . . it was absolutely unspeakable.

The Doctor looked away then. Unushered tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat, looking back at her with a strained smile. "It's not all bad. Still got the TARDIS. She keeps me company."

Madison nodded, still feeling pain in her heart for him. "It's not the same though," she whispered for him, knowing what was left unsaid.

He nodded gravely. "Yeah . . . It never will be."

They sat in silence again, both thinking over different things. Finally, Madison decided to ask, "Your planet . . . what was it called?"

He smiled softly. "Gallifrey."

She matched his smile. "That's a beautiful name."

"It was a beautiful planet." He sighed wistfully. "I wish you could have seen it. I wish I could still see it one more time. That old burnt orange sky . . ." He was sad again, staring off at nothing.

Madison's hand, which still held his, kept softly caressing his skin. She felt it was the only way she could comfort him at the moment. She almost wished that she could gently connect her mind with his. Heal his pain in the only way she could. But she knew that was out of the question. She very much doubted he would ever want someone other than his own kind inside his mind. So, she hoped the physical contact would be enough. Enough to comfort him and let him know that she was there for him. For whatever he needed, she would be there and never let him go. Finally, he looked back at her. His smile was more at ease, seeming back to his usual grinning self.

"So, Madison, where to next?" he asked brightly.

She smiled at him softly and said, "Wherever you'd like to take me."

"Well then, we've gone forward in time. How about this time we go to the past?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

His grin grew even brighter still. "Fantastic!" He bounced up from his seat, pulling her along with him. "Shall we go then?"

Madison beamed as she threaded her hand into his and nodded. Both of them excitedly left the pub, off onto their next adventure together.

Hope it was good. Again, I know it was a bit short, but don't worry most chapters won't be. Let me know in a review how you like it so far!

Oh! By the way, the song Madison sings is called Sleepsong by Secret Garden. Go check it out sometime!