AN: Since I was asked to write a sequel to The Story Never Ends, I am willing to comply. This is only the first of many sequels I've been planning. This one basically focuses on the friendship between Roger and Emily. (And if you're wondering: no, their relationship will never exceed a strong brother/sister one. I love Roger/Mimi WAY too much.)

"Hey, guys! Watch out for Wenceslas!"

"Well, for goodness sakes, Emily! Can't you keep him in a crate for a while?"

"He's not a 'crate animal' Maureen."

The Bohemians, and the latest addition to their extended family, Emily Goodhall, were in the process of moving Emily into the apartment below the Loft, the one that had once belonged to Mimi. Ever since the dancer had moved in with Mark and Roger shortly after her near-death experience, the apartment had been empty. But now, since Emily had lost her previous home after the Center had been closed down, Mimi had given it to their new friend as a 'welcome to the family' gift.

"You've got quite a lot of stuff, Emily," Mark commented as he started to push a box full of odds and ends up onto the closet shelf. "You never throw anything out, do you?

"What can I say? I'm a sentimental person," Emily laughed, handing two dollars to Penny, Emily's adopted daughter. "Penny, I think I saw a convenience store across the street. Why don't you get some ice cream?"

"Okay," Penny smiled widely before heading out the door. Emily smiled after the freckled-faced girl before turning to her friends.

"I can never thank you guys enough. If it weren't for you, I'd have never been able to adopt her. It really was a lucky day for me when you crashed your bike outside the Center, Mark."

At the current time, Mark was having a bit of trouble getting the box up into the closest shelf, as he was a centimeter too short. Noticing this, Roger moved to help, but at that moment, the box slipped from Mark's hands, the contents spilling all over the floor.

"Oh, hold on, I'll take care of that mess," Emily offered. However, as she started to return the items to the box, Roger reached out and grabbed one of the objects. It was an old pink composition notebook with glittery flower stickers stuck all over the cover, nothing truly out of the ordinary, but Roger was staring at it as if it was something from another planet.

"Emily," Roger whispered. "Where did you get this?" Mimi and Joanne, who had been across the room going through Emily's cooking things, looked up. Everyone had instantly frozen the moment they had heard Roger speak. Glancing around, they noticed Mark, Collins and Maureen were all staring from the notebook to Emily, looking extremely stunned. Emily also had her sight focused on the notebook in question, but unlike everyone else, her expression was more of an 'oh, crap, think fast' one.

"Where'd you get it?" Roger repeated, his voice starting to rise into a dangerous level, and his green eyes blazing with mounting fury.

"What?" Joanne asked, genuinely confused by the way everyone else was reacting to what appeared to be a simple, ordinary notebook. "Could someone please explain what is so important about that notebook?"

"It's…um…." Maureen faltered in her explanation.

"It matters," Collins mournfully took over, "because that notebook...was April's."

AN: Got your attention, haven't I? I'll update soon. Promise.