Eight anxiously approached the house, a house that had become almost like a second home to her lately. She clutched her jacket collar tightly as the frigid winds blew against her, as if trying to aid the little voice in her head wanting her to turn back..

She'd visited the Scarletteri home frequently enough that some of the neighbours knew her by sight. While before they might smile and wave if they happened to meet, what few she encountered who dared brave the wind and cold did their best to pretend they didn't see her. She did her best not to feel pained by it, but it was clearly a sign of what the inkling population at large thought of her kind now.

"Hachiko!"

Eight stopped and turned around.

"Katrina?"

The dark-tentacled inkling was running towards her. Lagging behind her was her mother, Matron Silvia Trailmaker.

Katrina came to a stop and gave her a quick look over. "Looks like nobody tried to mess with you."

"No, but what are you doing here?"

Katrina smirked. "Come on, Hachiko. Mom and 'Tina's family go way back. 'Sides, if we didn't come to them they'd come to us eventually anyway."

"I see. I suppose you are right."

"Anyone else coming?"

Eight shook her head. "Cortina is still busy with the Guard, not that I think she would want to see them right now anyway. Four is a stranger to them, and Marie wants to come but…"

"Nevermind," Silvia said. "We're here and while we don't know the whole situation either, we know enough what Cortina means to the octolings. We can at least reassure them that she isn't some kind of homicidal maniac."

Katrina clicked her tongue. "People making assumptions when none of 'em even know her. None of 'em ever gave a thought to how her family might take it."

"Leaving matrons like me to try and clean up the mess." Silvia sighed and moved past the two of them. "Well, no sense staying out here talking about it. Let's get this over with."

Katrina and Eight followed her up the steps to the house. She rang the doorbell and they waited for an answer. It was almost thirty seconds before the door opened to reveal Dekin with an angry look on his face.

"I told you all to–!" His shouting died in his throat when he realised who was on his steps. His eyes widened in surprise and his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Si-Silvia?"

The matron gave him an annoyed look. "You have a peep hole, don't you?"

Dekin grimaced. "S-sorry, the neighbours have been pestering us all afternoon."

Silvia's expression softened to something more sympathetic. "Well, I can't promise having a matron visiting you will make it stop but I figure it's worth a shot. At the very least, I thought you and Purdie could use someone to talk to who could give some reassurance instead of judgement."

Dekin looked downcast for a moment, then he locked eyes with Eight and his gaze hardened.

"Have nothing to lose, I guess. If you have any answers we'd like to hear 'em." He stepped aside and invited them all in. Eight tried to smile and act pleasant but it seemed to clash with the mood.

"Purdie, Silvia and Katrina are here with Hachiko."

Dekin's call prompted no response but the trio of visitors followed him into the kitchen where Purdie sat at the table, a cup of tea in her hand, but it looked like she hadn't had a sip from it yet.

She looked hollow, as if her soul had been sucked out. She just sat staring into her cup and didn't snap out of it until Dekin gently touched her shoulders. She flinched and then her eyes locked onto everyone else in the room. Like her husband, her gaze hardened when she locked eyes with Eight.

"There's tea for anyone that wants it. It should still be warm."

"Tea sounds nice," Sivlia said and she sat down. The other two did likewise. As Dekin poured out the tea, he explained their situation.

"Because Cortina's been so involved with Callie and Marie, we've ended up keeping a close eye on the news and watching the Assembly sessions from time to time. When we heard what Patriarch Keeper said, about everything Cortina had been doing, that she'd been lying to us for years about what she was doing… it was a shock. It was like we were hearing about a completely different person to the daughter we thought we knew."

Eight winced. She somewhat understood that but from the other way, seeing Three at her worst before learning about the better, more lovable parts of her.

"We had a similar shock," Silvia admitted. "A bunch of the octolings in our group conspired to try and kill her a while ago; even kidnapped little Hachiko here to try and lure her in. Nobody could have blamed her if she had to kill anyone to get to her, but she and the others used non-lethal ink. Now, those same octolings are probably her most loyal followers. Um… what did they call it?"

Eight answered. "They are her nevoi, her… retainers, servants… I do not know any equivalent Inklish term. I am sorry."

"The point is, that Cortina isn't some kind of bloodthirsty freak. She has her triggers like anyone else but considering she spared the life of someone who defaced Fulvia's car and called her a whore, I think that shows a lot of control and restraint."

Dekin and Purdie's eyes went wide and their mantles flared. "We didn't hear anything about that!"

"It's not something she likes to talk about. Besides, if she had talked about it to you, she might have ended up revealing her secret."

The parents' expressions and mantles darkened again.

"Right," Purdie murmured. "Her secret. So even you knew before us."

"We didn't know everything. Actually, I'm going to say we still don't. I'm not gonna' take Keeper's words at face value and neither should you. All we know for sure is that they freed the octolings that are in inkopolis now, and there was fighting involved."

Dekin frowned. "Who's 'they'?"

"Cortina, Tani, Callie, and Marie. I guess you can count Hachiko a little too."

"I… I have not done all that much," Eight insisted. "It was only in the last five months or so that I got involved."

"Got involved in what?" Purdie demanded, planting her fists on the table. "What exactly happened and what is going on? It wasn't that long ago I found out the friends Cortina has been talking about for the past two years were actually two of the world's biggest celebrities. Suddenly, it's broadcast on national television that my daughter has actually been spending those two years killing people!"

Her eyes whirled to Eight with a piercing accusatory glare. "Did she force you to be her girlfriend? Are you afraid of her?"

Eight's mouth fell open, utterly gobsmacked. She couldn't believe what she had just heard Three's own parents say. Did they really think she was the kind of person who would force people to be their lovers? Did they doubt the love she and Three shared despite all of the affection they had shown each other in front of them. Did they think she and her relationship with Three were a lie as well?

The ends of her tentacles balled up and anger boiled within her. How could they think such a thing? After everything Three had done, everything she had endured, they were going to think everything was a lie?

Silvia put a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, girl. Remember, they just found out that their precious daughter's been lying to them for more than two years, and they don't realise just how much she's changed in that time. The Cortina Scarletteri they know and the one you know are different. They just want to know the truth. They're hurt, Hachiko, even Cortina realises that."

Eight grit her beak and forced herself to calm down, letting out the built up pressure in a long, ragged breath. "That is why she did not want them to find out. She knew they would be hurt."

"Probably one of the reasons. So why don't you tell them – and us, the truth."

Eight forced her hands to unclench and let out a sigh. "It is not really my secret to tell but I suppose I must try. I do not know everything."

"Just do your best."

Eight looked up, and saw the anticipation and apprehension in Purdie and Dekin's eyes. They wanted to know the truth but they were also afraid of what they would learn.

"For the past two years, Cortina has been working as an agent as part of a rogue group called the New Squidbeak Splatoon. When Callie and Marie attained celebrity status, she was chosen as the agent to replace them when the Great Zapfish was stolen. She was called Agent 3 and she was sent out to fight Octarian forces encroaching on Inkling territory, and then eventually making raids into Octarian territory to retrieve the Zapfish. At the time, I was just a common soldier in training, but eventually, I and the others started to hear rumours about her."

She shuddered at the memories, remembering the fear and uncertainty going through the ranks of the training base back then. "We heard all the stories, tales of a single monstrous inkling taking on whole splatoons at once and leaving few survivors, that she fought using some kind of Precursor artefact, that she was possessed by demons trying to prevent the ascendancy of our race.

"Eventually, even we trainees were sent to the front lines to fight when she came to the inner domes to retrieve the Great Zapfish. We saw each other only briefly. She doesn't remember seeing me but I will never forget seeing her, the way she blasted her way through, the way she sailed right over my head on her way to Octavio. And then, there was the Inkantation."

"The what?"

"The Inkantation was the song Callie and Marie sang during the battle with Octavio. Hearing it, all of us couldn't help but listen. When we heard that song, it changed all of our lives. It was like we'd been living in a small box and it had just been opened for all of us. We are incredibly grateful to all of them for that, for freeing us."

"Right," Katrina murmured. "I remember a lot of the girls talking about that. That's why they're all such Squid Sisters fans."

"And it was then we realised what our real enemy was, that we had all been lied to, manipulated by our leaders." She met Purdie and Dekin's eyes. "So, I understand how you feel. However, Cortina did not keep this from you out of spite, she did it because she had to. It was all a secret she promised to keep and Cortina keeps her promises."

Purdie glared at the tabletop. "Even so, that isn't the sort of thing you keep from your parents."

Silvia said, "she was probably worried you'd try to stop her."

"Of course I would have stopped her!" Purdie slammed her fist on the table. "A teenager shouldn't be going around killing people, nobody should! Why is she going out and doing these kinds of things?"

Silvia crossed her arms. "That's what everyone in the Assembly's been asking. That's one of the reasons everyone's so angry. Four teenagers holding back a whole army? It sounds stupid. There's even more division when it comes to the idea of peace. Some say it's genuine, others say it isn't."

"It is genuine!" Eight snapped.

Silvie flinched and gave her an apologetic look. "Of course it is, but it's not so easy to prove to people who are doubtful in the first place. Besides, Patriarch Keeper's just gotten a huge spike in support for exposing all this and the incompetence of the current government. I hate to say it but I think Monarch Orvenii's days in office are numbered now."

Everyone winced but Eight felt like panicking. "But that is terrible! That might mean Patriarch Keeper becomes the new Monarch! If that happens, any chance for peace will be lost!"

"Hold on," Silvia insisted. "There's no guarantee that's gonna' happen. He might be a Patriarch and he might be popular right now but that doesn't mean he'll be made Monarch. Besides, nobody's had a chance to counter his arguments yet. Nobody's heard Marie's side of the argument, and it's not as if they can bring her to the Assembly Hall to give it. Everyone's afraid of what might happen if they did that. Anyway, we're supposed to be talking about Cortina."

Dekin rubbed his head. "Honestly, it's still sinking in for us. Like, we're still in shock. It doesn't seem to make sense that she's so close to the Octarians even though they were enemies."

"We were all soldiers," Eight said with a smile. "I suppose that helps us understand each other. Not all of us were willing to forgive her or get over it, of course, that's why not quite all octolings in Inkopolis are part of Work Detail, but if we do not forgive each other, then nothing will change. After all, it is thanks to them that we have our freedom. Cortina might have tried to kill me twice but she also saved my life before we even knew each other. Since then she has saved me several more times. It is not the reason I love her but it helped me get to where I could."

Purdie rubbed her hands together, nervously. "But why don't you hate her? She tried to kill you, kill your people. You must have lost some friends and family because of her."

Eight smiled sadly and looked out the kitchen window at the darkening sky. "True, I probably did. It is easy to hate someone you do not know, easier to kill them also. But Cortina did not kill them because she wanted to, it is because she had to. She was trying to protect her people, her family. That is why she did not want to stop doing what she was doing, because it meant she could protect the people she cares about. When I finally made it to Inkopolis, and I got to know her, the kind of person she was, there was no way I could be angry with her. She is… strangely innocent, in a way."

Purdie gripped her cup tightly and Dekin gently grasped her arm in a supporting gesture. "That's the problem. Cortina was always a frail, innocent girl. Even before Fulvia died, you had to be careful how you treated her when she became stressed. Unlike her mother, she rarely lost her temper, but when she did, it was explosive." Her eyes turned opaque.

"There was an incident, not long after that terrible day we lust Fulvia, where some kids were picking on her. When she snapped she began attacking them, biting them, breaking arms, legs, jaws. Even the teacher who tried to break it up got her arm broken. When Cortina came out of it, she didn't remember a thing."

Silvia sighed quietly. "I remember something about that. Security and a priestess came to talk to me about it. I was a little shocked. Didn't she transfer schools after that?"

"Yes," Purdie said softly. "But she never really fit in at school. She had to go to counselling for a little while after that, but because she didn't remember anything it wasn't very effective. And ever since that incident, people thought she was some kind of hellspawn. Most people thought it was due to the trauma of the crash that it happened, a permanent scar on her. We've always been worried it would manifest itself again some day and she would land herself in big trouble. Now we hear about her being called a demon, a fearsome monster to the Octarians, what else are we supposed to think?"

Eight winced. Three had been worried herself that she was actually some kind of monster. Thinking back to that conversation after just hearing about that incident from her childhood, was it any wonder she'd been so worried.

Silvia folded her hands on the table. "Look, you two, if you're really worried, and you have every right to be, then you can appeal to the Temple of Retribution. Curse it all, they've probably been waiting for you to see them. They can investigate on your behalf and then they can help you and your daughter reconcile. Sound good?"

Purdie dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief and sniffled. "I suppose we can do that. I don't know what else we can do."

Katrina crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "Probably the biggest reasons 'Tina didn't tell you what she was doing is because she promised to keep it a secret, she didn't want you to worry about her, and because she knew you'd stop her if she did. I doubt that's changed now."

She looked at Purdie and Dekin with stern eyes. "If you try and stop her now, she'll fight you beak and hook, and she won't be alone. A lot of people, including the octolings, think she's a hero."

Purdie glared down at the table. "That doesn't mean what she did was alright."

Eight lightly coughed. "Um, Marie said that if you wanted to go to her for answers, that you are welcome to."

Purdie and Dekin looked at each other and frowned.

"I think we'll pass for now," he said. "But maybe some other time. I think the Hallar will be good enough."

"Understood. Should I also stop coming? Your neighbours seem anxious about me."

Purdie hesitated, then said, "No, you can keep coming. I said you were the best thing to happen to Cortina and I think I can stand by that. Besides, with everything going on, I think I would feel better having you come by to keep me up to date on things."

Eight nodded. "Then I will be happy to. And, while it might sound odd, I think that Cortina will be happy that she does not have to lie to you anymore."

Dekin and Purdie stared at her, each other, then back at her. "Yes, I think that is a little reassuring."

—-

Three thought it amazing that, despite the chaos and news of the previous day, the day after could begin so normally. She got up dark and early, did her morning exercises and had a shower. Her thoughts were focused only on what she was doing and what awaited her for the rest of the day.

As Executrix of the Bastion Guard she had to oversee the operations of the base and deal with the Greater Bastion Committee, neither of which she thought herself suited for. She was a soldier – a warrior, fighting was her thing, not singing papers behind a desk or listening to older people bicker while she wondered why she was there at all.

It was when she got out of the shower and into the hallway that she had her first break in what had become her normal routine, as Four emerged from the guest bedroom, yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Mornin', Sis," she mumbled.

"Morning."

Four had insisted on spending the night. Three saw no reason to refuse her and given what had been revealed the previous day in the Assembly it was a good idea for them to stick together.

"Still lots of warm water if you want to have a shower."

Four smirked. "Given you probably have cold showers, I'll bet there is."

Three ignored her comment and went to the living room, turning on the TV to listen to the early morning news report while she checked her phone for messages. Nothing on the news but rehashes of yesterday's events, and no new message on her phone. A welcome change from the absolute deluge of messages she had gotten yesterday. It was probably the first day in her life she'd been grateful to bury her nose in paperwork, if only to distract herself from the terrible thoughts of what her parents had to be thinking.

She had held some hope that they might send her a message but, so far, she'd heard nothing from them, not even demands for an explanation. Their silence was torturous.

She went into the kitchen to start breakfast even while the news continued. Four emerged a moment later, freshly showered.

"You can cook?"

"I can make eggs," Three said indignantly. She liked to think she wasn't completely hopeless in the kitchen.

Four sat herself behind the kitchen island. "What kind of eggs we havin'?"

"Scrambled?"

Four eyed the pan then raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have to add milk or somethin'?"

"I don't add milk with mine."

"But it'll get all clumpy."

"Only if you let it. You can set the table." Four pulsed grey and did as asked.

In no time, the eggs were ready and Three poured half the pan into Four's plate and the rest on her own. "You'll have to add your own salt and pepper."

"That's fine." Four tentatively prodded one of the eggs with her fork before she dared to skewer it.

"It's not going to kill you." Three said dryly.

"Hey, I said I've never had scrambled eggs like this before."

Three flashed burgundy and took the first bite. She then sprinkled just a little more pepper.

"Did you get any messages this morning?"

"Just from Mia. I make sure to talk to her so she doesn't feel lonely with Tephy gone. You?"

"Nothing since Eight phoned me last night. She visited my parents and said they were in shock but otherwise okay. They don't seem to know how to process everything but she also said they didn't seem as surprised as she would have thought."

Four grimaced and turned grey. "Well, the Liberation was kind of a giveaway. Stories have been goin' around about you since then. It's just that Keeper put everything in the worst possible light, making you sound like some kind of psycho."

"At least he barely mentioned you. Hopefully that will save you some trouble."

"Kinda', but I bet the Ecclesiarchy's still gonna' investigate." Her mantle rippled anxiously. "We still haven't seen the Hallar do anything."

Three had a flashback to her conversation with Captain Cuttlefish, about the Ecclesiarchy having their own agenda.

She grunted and took another bite of eggs. "Right now I'm just going to worry about what's in front of me. Today we're going to discuss how we'll transfer people from the new companies to bring Beta and Gamma back to full strength. We might just turn one of the training companies into a reserve unit, but that kind of seems like a waste."

Four paused for a moment, then asked, "Any idea when we'll squeeze Marie in?"

"Before dinner. We'll have to end the later classes early. Marie's not one for big speeches so it shouldn't be that big a deal. Given what must be going through all their heads, I doubt digging into their free time would be a good idea."

Four flashed green. "Makes sense."

Three caught her grinning and arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing, just that you're really good at being an Executrix."

Three huffed. "Please, it's only because this isn't a real army. A real Executrix or equivalent rank would probably have a lot more to deal with. I've just been reading a lot of books Marie found for me. Besides, I've had a lot of help from everyone else."

Four laughed and lightly punched Three's arm. "Imagine that, a good leader has people around her who want to help."

"I'm not that good," she insisted. "I make constant mistakes and I don't even know what I'm doing most of the time. When all this is over and the Guard isn't needed anymore, I'll be glad to say goodbye to all this responsibility."

Four quietly chewed for a moment, staring off into space, then said, "you say that, but I bet a lot of people are going to miss having you lead them."

Three huffed. "With how hard I am on everyone, I doubt any of them will miss me."

Four grinned. "I'm still here, aren't I, Sis?"

Three regarded her for a moment then grinned. "Yeah, pain in the funnel."

"Hey!"

—-

"I gotta' say, Callie, I've never seen farms get built this fast. Shows what some getup-and-go can do."

Callie grinned proudly, as did Lord Vilam Kolia, Lord of Agriculture.

They were in one of the more run-down agricultural domes where strings of red lights dangling above had been used to help the plants grow without natural sunlight. Unfortunately, the soil was so bad that few plants actually managed to grow properly. Now though, the failing and inefficient fields were being replaced with tall vertical structures, each with a self-contained environment of its own and the soil replaced with modern hydroponic fluids. One of the new vertical farms was already running, all thanks to the expert Callie had brought in today.

Callie had known Gill Abbeloré since she was a small child. Him being Tandi and Raven's father it had been unavoidable, especially how close she had gotten to the two of them. After everything they'd been through, he was basically family. He had his own business that used both indoor and underwater farms, but he also hired out his services as a consultant, as he was now.

"You were a big help, Uncle Gill," Callie smiled. "Shows what a little expert help can do."

Gill chuckled. "Well, expert advice only helps if you've got people smart enough to follow the instructions. Despite literally living under a rock, they've got more common sense and brains than most of the experienced people I've dealt with."

"In this environment, common sense and drive is necessary for survival," Lord Kolia said. "I admit I was sceptical of this project, at first, but these hydroponics fluids and self-contained structures make the idea much more practical."

"They're a relatively new thing. Ordinary fields are more economical if you have space but when horizontal space is at a premium and up is the only way you can go, this is the best way."

And they're off again. Callie couldn't help but smile to herself. She'd been surprised when Gill had so readily agreed to sell his services for the development of the Octarian's vertical farms project, and even more surprised when, after the ice had been broken, he and Lord Kolia had gotten along so well.

Lord Kolia had been one of the Ravalda's fence sitters as far as the Reformists and Loyalists were concerned, but it looked like he was very much on the side of working with Callie now that he had seen the benefits of the peaceful route. Even his bodyguard, Klana, seemed at ease despite having an inkling so close to her charge.

"I hate to interrupt," Callie said, "But the hour's actually getting late and we have to get you home before dark and I don't want your wives filling up my inbox with worried messages."

Gill huffed. "Destini worries too much and Elliana wouldn't even start getting worried unless I was gone for a week."

Callie held his gaze and he sighed. "Fine, fine. Just what I needed, more females on my back."

Callie just grinned. He'd been saying that for as long as she'd known him.

After some quick goodbyes, Callie had him escorted back to Inkopolis by her guards. Lakshi was always reluctant to do this since it always left Callie herself less well guarded, but the sheer amount of activity around the dome meant that it was highly unlikely anyone would be able to come in ready to attack without being spotted.

"I wish we could have made these ourselves instead of having to trade for them," Kolia said in Octese, looking up at the newly completed structure. "But I suppose we should be glad to have it all the same."

"Once the water reclamation project is completed for this dome, they'll be producing as much food as any of the standard agricultural domes. Of course, the downside is that we have to make the hydroponics solution but I think it's worth it in this particular case."

"Considering the fields here were barely producing anything at all," Kolia huffed. "Yes, it's painful to have to rely on trade for it but the supply we have should last us quite a while. A bigger concern is the cost in power consumption. Despite Lord Bodov's assurances, we're depending on the power eggs were getting for it to work, and if the Salmonids cut trade again.."

Callie frowned at him. "Power eggs from the Salmonids?"

"You didn't know?" Kolia appeared genuinely surprised. "The first trade we'd ever done since the war was with the Salmonids. It was one of Hobber's great achievements and it put him in Octavio's good graces for quite a while. It's what made the military buildup even possible, and food production to increase."

"And you traded for power eggs?"

"Power eggs and golden eggs if I remember right. We traded back some simple machinery for them. Stupid creatures can arely operate them much less build anything themselves. Even their trade representative is barely smart enough to speak, but I got the impression someone else was giving him instructions."

"Someone else?" Callie bent her knees and leaned closer. "Like who?"

"I haven't any idea at all. I know nothing of the Salmonids beyond what I've seen. If anyone would know more it's Hobber."

Callie considered this rather startling revelation, only to chastise herself for not figuring it out herself much sooner. "Thank you, I will." How fortunate that they had a meeting coming up. "Speaking of which, I had best get going. I have things to prepare for my next meeting."

"Of course. I hope Mr. Abbeloré will be able to come again tomorrow. Lord Ida expressed interest in coming to see the project."

"I thought he might," Callie smiled. "I hope he gets along with Gill as well as you have. He seemed a little reserved when I first spoke to him so I–."

Callie's otoliths picked up a cracking sound coming from above. She looked and was horrified to see a large piece of debris coming down from the top of one of the old buildings nearby.

"Smod!" she yelled out and dove to shield Kolia and Klana with her body. Several hard thumps hit her back and chunks of brick cascaded off her body. One piece of debris grazed her ear.

Callie waited and then felt a firm pat on her arm, one of her bodyguards letting her know to move. Callie unfolded, freeing Kolia and Klana.

Klana's previously sweet demenor turned murderous.

"Come, Sir, we have to get out of here!"

With a startled yelp, Lord Kolia was dragged away towards the exit of the domes, with Klana's eyes scanning every direction for threats or more debris.

Callie stood and looked to her side where a large deposit of bricks was scattered on the ground, some still in larger chunks. Encouraged by her guards, she hastily extricated herself and moved to the cavern connecting that dome to the next, where it was relatively safe. The workers ceased their activities and hurried to the scene. Several armed Public Security officers hurried up the offending structure to search it, but Callie already knew they would find nothing. Whether an accident or not, they weren't about to thoroughly investigate something that had almost killed her, even if a member of the Ravalda was also involved. And with her remaining bodyguards focused on protecting her, they couldn't investigate themselves.

"I'll ask to have that building inspected," Kolia said once he collected his breath. Falling debris was not new to any Octarian, even members of the Ravalda. "Maybe the construction activity weakened it."

Callie admitted it was possible, but she didn't believe it herself. The chunk of debris had come down almost exactly where she had been standing. The debris that had been coming down on Kolia and Klana had probably either broken off in mid-air or broken off when the larger chunk was separated from the building.

If whoever was responsible for this was trying to kill her, they would use something bolder next time, and next time she might not see it coming.

Author's Notes:

I'm glad I had a good enough reason for Silvia and Katrina to show up again, and it won't be the last time in the story. Three's parents have had to deal with a lot. It's possible they knew all along that Three had been lying to them, or hiding something at the very least. They would never have imagined this, but at least it wasn't as big of a shock as it could have been. The events of the Xapheerell Liberation were a bit of a clue. I liked writing a scene with Three and Four. The two of them are fun to write together just being sisters and showing a different side of them. And yes we meet someone from Callie's past in Calamari County, just in time for her to almost have an accident. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's slightly short so I may upload 2 chapters this week. We'll see.