Authors Comment: Welcome back, everyone! Yes, I updated much sooner this time (thankfully), so I won't keep you waiting for centuries.

It's time for a whole new crazy, suspenseful, romantic, adventurous (whatever word you may use) part of Lost and Found! Whether there's part three, or four, or five, whatever, that has yet to be decided. But as for now...

Sit back, relax and read on! This is just the beginning...

START PART 2

Four Years Ago...

The time was 1:37 AM as a younger Nick lie asleep in bed, counting the minutes until he'd have to depart from his bed in the morning and reluctantly subject himself to another miserable day at school.

He hated school. Hated every minute of it with a burning passion. In fact, he wished that perhaps the school would burn down every day and every night.

His favorite dream happened to be the one where he watched his school get demolished by a savior in the form of a meteorite; big enough to level the entire city effectively.

Luckily, in his world where everything goes according to plan, the blast only stretched far enough to burn the school into ashes.

In just a few hours, the school bus would pass, and another day of second grade would commence far from gracefully.

However, to add to this, this was a Monday morning.

Many people hate Mondays for simply being boring, bleak, slow and dull; but Nick, oh how he dreaded them. For good reason he dreaded them, as he knew his father would be back soon from his "bar night".

Nick slowly climbed out of his bed, rubbing his eyes gingerly. He peered out his bedside window to ensure that the world was still in order and cracked it open quietly.

Although he was only nine years of age, he was quite a resourceful child; clever in all the ways expected of most foxes, and wise beyond his years.

His hard life cut into him in a manner that carved him into something truly beautiful, but little did he realize this.

All he knew to believe was what his father instilled deep in his mind.

"You're worthless!"

"You weren't worth the money!"

"You and your mother can burn in hell!"

His domestic life was truly anything but peaceful and serene.

He slipped out his open windowsill and onto the balcony on the back porch before climbing up the outside of his window; his light frame allowing him to do so.

Pulling himself up on to the roof, he took in the view; the city lights beaming, the sounds of car horns far in the distance, the stars all but screaming:

"You're not alone".

However, Nick found this hard to believe.

Apart from his abused, near-silent mother, he had no support in his life. His years were filled with a constant struggle to think positively about things, which he usually found himself thinking quite the contrary.

This particular night, he sat on the rooftop for an hour or so, simply wishing upon every star he could see for one thing in particular:

A friend.

It's a simple thing to obtain for most animals in the city of Zootopia, but for Nick it had never come the easy due to overwhelming stereotypes regarding foxes.

They were and still are generalized as being thieves, liars and vermin. It was preached daily by and overwhelming majority that foxes simply are not to be trusted.

Nick often found himself studying this controversy from an unfortunate perspective, reminding himself daily that his opinion as a fox matters to no one.

He had a voice, but it remained in his feeble head.

A few minutes after yet another wish on what he hoped was the North Star, he heard the roar of a car engine, and he closed his eyes.

He listened closely as he heard the car door open and close, the sound of stumbling feet exiting the car.

Great, he thought, he's lost his mind again.

Nick listened to his putrid father swear as he attempted to unlock the front door, his vision far too blurry to do so competently.

The young fox feared that the slurred yelling would commence shortly, his mother being the victim as usual. However, he feared that soon his father would direct his fiery words at him.

As timid as he was, Nick simply wouldn't be able to take it.

After the front door shut once again, only a few seconds passed before the child heard an audible "pop!" sound followed by screaming, and his heart began racing.

The sound was unlike that of a gun, being far too quiet. It sounded more like the sound of a punch or slap being thrown at high velocity.

"Vince!" he heard his mother's voice cry with anguish.

Upon hearing his mother's frantic tone, he stood up instinctively, rushing back down the side of the house in back into his window, re-entering his lonely room once more.

"Mom!" he cried upon reaching the hallway, "what's wrong?!"

His mother gasped from her resting place on the floor, her face already beginning to bruise.

"Nick!" she whispered loudly, "run! Hide! Quick!"

Nick's eyes darted around the house in terror, not understanding what exactly had happened to his mother.

"Hide!" she repeated in an exasperating tone, trying her best to rock herself on to her knees.

However, it was far too late for hiding at that point.

"There you are, you little bastard!" he spat at the child, restraining him against his will.

Nick's mother lie, distraught, fighting her drastic dizziness as she lunged at her husband in attempt to stop him from harming her cherished son.

"That's my baby!" she wailed, clawing at the evil Vince Wilde.

However, she was no match for the former member of the army.

He quickly discarded her by throwing a crushing blow to her head, using his knee to knock her unconscious before throwing her to the floor in front of her son.

"Mama!" the young fox screamed, traumatized by the sheer brutality of his abomination of a dad.

"Oh, shut up!" Vince said, slapping his son across his muzzle with merciless ferocity.

Nick wanted to cry with every fiber in his body, but he knew that if he began crying, his father would lose all patience with him, and God knows what he would do then.

At this moment in time, all he wished was to reach the phone to call "911". His mother had taught him how to do so in case anything like this were to ever happen, and now, well...

"Don't you dare look at her!" Vince yelled at his son viciously as the child stared at his bloodied mother in horror.

Nick remained silent as his father pinned him against the wall, screaming words and phrases that scarred him to the bone.

Most things his father spit his way were unintelligible due to his drunken state, but from what he heard, it was all enough to make him want to end his own life at the age of nine.

He shut his eyes again, tearing streaking down his face, but still, he made no sound.

Nicholas Wilde simply slouched down to the floor as his father began beating him ruthlessly, wishing for another life. Wishing for another home. Wishing that his dreams were reality.

However, at that moment in time, he realized that life was not going to be a gift. In fact, he wished he had never been born.

He realized at a strikingly young age that "unfortunate" was his middle name.

And that never really would change.

Nick POV- Safe House 4B- 9:22 AM- Around Four Years Later

Breakfast was fairly quiet this morning apart from a few silent glances between Judy and I and chatter between my mother and Kygo; except this time their voices sound just a bit more lifeless.

A few weeks ago, my life was a boring cycle of school, family conflicts, tears and then bed, but now, it's certainly something more.
Social media is crammed with posts regarding the Fox Rights movement, using my unfortunate day at school as a source for inspiration.

As I am a fox, I was suspected of stealing a buffalo's car keys; a buffalo that happened to be held back several years in school, and was far bigger than me.

He beat me to the brink of death, which sparked outrage through many parts of society. Many animals that were formally neutral on the issue now praise me as a shining example of inspiration.

I simply consider myself to unfortunate in cases like these, as violence and abuse has always been implemented into my daily life. It was honestly nothing new.

The animals in the safe house are the only reason I care to live anymore. Judy, my mother, Violet, Melvin...

Even Kygo. They showed up in life when I most needed them.

There are some things that confuse me; one being my father, and the other being the killing of Finnick.

My father, over the years, has transformed into a demon straight from the fires of hell. The last time I saw him clearly, his eyes seemed to burn with a rage beyond this earth.

And I also know that behind his face, deep in his mind, he's hiding something.

He obtained money out of nowhere, as he had no job. He'd buy us just enough to live off of and then he'd go out and spend the rest on things that still remain unknown.

He was almost never at home during the daytime, but my mother and I eventually learned to embrace it rather than question it.

And here I am now: the cause of Stu and Bonnie Hopps' deaths, an icon for the Fox Rights movement, in love with a girl that could be wiped out of my life at any moment, and simply striving to survive.

"Nick" Violet's voice speaks, and I'm suddenly jarred back to reality.

"Huh?" I ask, shaking my head in attempt to bring myself back down to earth.

"There's something I need to mention" she informs me, and I look away, expecting the news to be about something she witnessed while be held captive by my dad.

"About what?" I ask sullenly.

"About yesterday" she says, glancing down at her paw, wrapped tightly in a cast of sorts.

"About my dad?" I ask cautiously, filled with fear at the very mention of him.

"Not exactly" she says, looking a bit anxious, "I don't know how to tell you this".

I tilt my head, perplexed by her sudden bizarre demeanor. It's something I seldom see out of her.

I sit up attentively as I glance over at Judy, still fast asleep at the end of the same sofa I sit on, her tired eyes not daring to open.

"Well" I mutter, "just be direct. I've gotten used to it".

She cracks her knuckles, nodding.

"I'd suppose so" she says, "but it's about to get a lot more... interesting".

My eyes widen.

"Don't tell me you're actually evil!" I almost yell, causing her to cringe as she tries to quiet me down.

"No, no! Nothing like that... I hope" she speaks, sounding a bit unsure herself.

"Then what is it?" I question.

She takes a deep breath, gathering herself as well as the words she wishes to speak.

"I" she begins clearly, "am your... your sister" she finishes.

There's a moment of silence in the air before I chuckle, not knowing how else to react.

"Is it April first already?" I ask, laughing, "good one Violet".

She rolls her eyes.

"Nick, there's no other way for me to say it!" she groans, "I'm being serious!"

"How do you know?" I ask her, still a bit amused by her claims.

"He told me" she answers, looking one hundred percent sincere.

As I study the seriousness in her eyes, I begin to get the feeling that maybe Violet isn't joking around. What if she actually is my long lost sister?

"You're not kidding?" I ask in wonder, careful not to wake Judy.

She shrugs.

"It's what he told me, and he seemed serious. I've lived with a bunch of imbeciles all my life, and they haven't told me anything about my origins. Why shouldn't I believe him?"

I sniff.

"Because he's evil Violet! He wants all of us dead in a blender!"

"Well, yeah" she agrees, "but why would he lie about that? What's to gain for him?"

"He just wants to play with your head" I tell her, "he-".

I stop talking, noticing my mother standing over us.

"What are you talking about?" she asks in the tone that screams: "I know exactly what you're talking about and I just want to see if you'll tell the truth".

I glance uneasily at Violet, scratching the back of my neck, my ears flat on my head.

"Um" I mumble, "it's just small talk".

She sits down beside Violet, looking at me knowingly.

"It's about Mr. Devilhorns" she says, "I know. But what about him?"

I realize that there's no easy way out of this.

"Did he... happen to have any other children?" I ask directly but shakily, and she lifts her eyebrows, caught off guard by the question.

She stutter briefly before placing a hand on my shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"Nick" she says, "I was planning to tell you..."

"Tell me what?" I ask, frightened by her sudden conflicted expression.

"There were some..." she begins nervously, "complications..."

I stare with confused eyes, gripping the arm of the sofa as she continues.

"Your father" she starts, "he wasn't... loyal... to me. He had another child yes, but with some other fox at a nightclub. She wasn't the kindest, but she ended up having the baby and... she forced your father to take her".

I stare at her in utter shock.

"But that's far in the past. Is something going on with-"

She stops speaking as I gesture to Violet, and she holds her paw over her mouth.

"Oh my god".

Vince POV

I sit in a hidden bunker outside the city, with a cigar in my left hand, leaned back in my chair.

I tap my fingers on the desk in front of me impatiently as Trevon winces, trying to lessen the pain in his arm from our encounter yesterday.

"Trevon" I say, still a bit drowsy from the lack of sleep, "what are you trying to accomplish?"

He shrugs.

"I think she broke my arm" he speaks with his northern accent, poking at the swollen part of his arm.

"Funny" I mutter, "and I thought you'd be able to do your job effectively. Silly me".

He glances at me.

"Why are you being so harsh? What'd I do?" he asks stupidly.

"Perhaps my memory is fuzzy" I speak collectedly, "but I seem to recall you acting... cowardly... back there in the house".

He chuckles nervously.

"Y-you do? Nah, it was probably just... eagerness. Yeah, that's what it was. I was just excited to kill some people. Yeah. I swear" he assures me, and I sneer.

"You better have been" I tell him, tossing the cigar in the garbage bin at my side, "because you know, if I fire you..."

I laugh evilly.

"You know too much".

He shivers, crossing his arms.

"Of course" he stammers, "how could I forget?"

As he finishes the sentence, the metal door to the room opens quickly, my pilot entering the room.

The ferret in front of me goes by the name: "Royce" and is nothing short of the most obnoxious madman I've ever met. He walks and crawls with such a boisterous bounce that it nearly nauseates me.

"Hey, boss!" he says quickly with quirky poise, "I'm here!"

I roll my eyes, leaning forward to face him.

"Royce" I speak bluntly, "pleasure to see you again. It's been... one day?"

"You gotta understand boss" he says swiftly, "time goes by so slow for me compared to you. I mean, geez Louise, not a minute goes by where I-"

"Whoa, whoa!" I say, putting a paw in front of his face, "slow down there, tiger. I have a very simple task for you. Other than me giving instructions... no talking. No kissing up to me, no stories... nothing. Got it?" I establish.

"Sure, whatever ya' say boss!" he responds hastily.

"You are our main pilot, but you'll have to sacrifice that role. At least for a while" I tell him.

He looks bewildered.

"You're going to be working undercover. I managed to sneak a tracker on Willis, so I know where they are. I'll give you the location, but you need to get inside. You'll need to do some... convincing. Once you're in, I need to act friendly. Say you're one of their relatives or something".

"But boss, what if they don't let me in? What if they don't have a ferret as a family member?"

I snort.

"Just do it. If they don't let you in, burn the place to the ground. Trust me on this. You look innocent enough. As long as you can get some much needed intel, this could end up being pretty effective".

He nods.

"You need to make Willis feel isolated. Make her feel like she doesn't belong with them. I need her back on my side. She's a danger to the mission now".

He nods once more, ready to depart for his undercover mission.

"And remember" I tell him, "failure is not tolerated".

He gives me a thumbs up.

"So don't kill anyone yet, persuade the Willis girl, and get information?" he asks me.

I smirk.

"Precisely. Radio me upon arrival".

He exits the room excitedly, and I groan.

"How much you wanna bet he'll end up dead?" Trevon asks me.

I snicker.

"It's guaranteed".

Nick POV

"No way..." my mom says somewhat dramatically, looking at deeply at Violet.

"I think it's true" Violet tells us, "I may not be directly your sister, but we're still related. We have the same scumbag as a father".

I blink for a moment, still taking it all in.

"That's... that's crazy" I speak, not knowing what else to say, glancing at Violet's sincere eyes, her eyeliner long faded away.

"I can't say I ever met you" my mom says incredulously, "but that's just crazy! So coincidental, so..."

"I think "crazy" is appropriate enough" Violet speaks.

"Jade!" a voice yells from across the room, and my mother's attention is diverted.

"Yes?" she answers, still in shock from the current predicament.

One of the officers gestures for her to go over to the door, and I sigh, leaning back on the sofa.

Violet continues studying me, not knowing how to feel.

"You aren't going back home, are you?" I ask her, not meaning to sound rude.

"Nope" she answers, "never. I hated every second of living with those idiots. And I mean, I'd rather be around actual family".

"But we don't even have a home" I tell her, "we're kind of... lost".

"Being with you guys feels more like home than anything else in my life" she confesses, glancing over at Judy as she sleeps.

I nod at her with no shortage of empathy.

"Is Melvin coming by?" I ask her, and she suddenly lights up.

"Oh, yeah" she begins quickly with a brief smile before slowing down, "he'll be here around lunch I think".

I look at her suspiciously.

"You aren't usually that happy to see him" I say, "you're usually sort of... neutral about it".

She glances away from me and at the kitchen area, a distant expression written on her face.

"Well, he hasn't always been my best friend".

I take a drink of my water bottle.

"Well, I'm glad you have a friend like him" I tell her, "everyone needs one".

She looks dreamily up at the ceiling for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"Oh, yeah" she responds, seeming a bit out of touch, "you're right".

I reach over and tap Judy's shoulder to wake her up, and I watch her eyes slowly open as she comes to. I feel bad waking her, as the world is not her ally right now, but I feel as though sleeping all day would only drag her further into depression.

"Hey, Judy" I whisper, scratching at the area behind her ear, "you need to wake up".

She giggles briefly before opening her eyes, which I embrace. She doesn't remember yesterday yet. The happiness she now portrays is real and innocent; as genuine as it gets.

However, the happiness is short lived.

She sits up beside me, taking in her surroundings once more, and then she immediately crashes against me, in tears once again.

"Shh" I tell her in attempt to comfort her, "Judy".

Her face remains buried in my shirt, and I simply hold her tightly, hating to see the torment that death can create.

Imagine if I had ended my own life many years back; where would my mother be now? She wouldn't have been able to take it. Thinking back to it now, it almost seems selfish to even consider.

"Sorry" she whimpers, but holds her position.

"You're fine" I tell her reassuringly, "I'm fine with being your big giant pillow".

I hear her mask a laugh behind her tears.

"You're not that giant" she informs me.

"For a pillow?" I ask her, "at least I'm not stuffed with feathers. That'd be kind of weird".

She giggles again through the tears, but I know there will be no simple remedy for this occasion. Losing both parents hits a child harder than essentially anything else that could happen on the list of "worse case scenarios".

"You want to get some breakfast or something? We already ate a little bit, but there's still some left if you're hungry".

She repositions herself in order to peek over at the table, and then shakes her head.

"I don't think I'll feel like eating for a while, Nick" she tells me.

"That's fine" I tell her, "just whenever you need anything, please tell me".

My mother's voice abruptly rings from across the room.

"Kids! Come over here for a minute!" she yells, her words echoing around the metal walls of the safe house.

I exchange a look of sympathy with Judy before standing up, beginning to walk to the door, not knowing exactly what to expect her to tell me at this point. I've had my fair share of bizarre news lately, so it's safe to say that it's hard to shock me.

"What's wrong, mom?" I ask her as I walk up with Judy and Violet, spotting Kygo still sitting at the kitchen table, stuffing her face with some sort of food.

The atmosphere around us is one of devastation; however, we lack the ability to demonstrate this through our actions. We hide the emotional turmoil behind our skulls, knowing that hope is our only option left at this point.

Hope that perhaps everything will be normal again one day. That we'll all be joyous and content with what we have, living happily every after.

I observe my mother slide back the small eyehole in the door, looking apprehensive.

"Something's going on out there" she tells me as the officers stand at her side, "looks like protests of some sort".

I sigh, accepting my controversial status as part of me now.

There will never not be someone who wants me bludgeoned to death. Never again will I ever be safe. I've gained a notorious reputation as the child who symbolizes hope for equality. Although it's a cause I'm glad to affiliate myself with, it's still hard to accept my deadly significance.

"Great" I speak weakly, "as if we can't have just a day of peace. That can't be too much to ask for".

She bites her lip, looking down slightly.

"Nick, I know it's hard. Life will never be like it used to be" she informs me, "but we have to be thankful for what we still have".

She closes the eyehole back with a faulty smile.

"Isn't it crazy though?" I ask her, taking a step back, "I mean, we're just people! Why does everyone hate us so much?"

My mom puts her hand on my shoulder.

"I've told you Nicholas. Other animals avoid foxes, and when they avoid us, they... it eventually results in them fearing what they don't know. It's silly, isn't it?" she asks, looking back at the door, "they all think we're monsters".

"Because of the one percent that aren't right in the head" I say, "like dad".

Judy nods.

"My parents" she begins, stopping for a moment to avoid tears, "they always told me that foxes... they told me never to talk to any. Then I saw you on the bus, Nick, and I just... I don't know. My grandma always told me not to judge books by their covers. And that morning, I just..."

She looks deep into my eyes.

"It's hard to explain".

My mother looks back at me as she walks away.

"Don't unlock that door" she makes sure I know, grabbing a cup from the kitchen shelf on the left.

"I won't" I convince her, "I'm not a total idiot".

Judy sniffles, and I put my arm around her, holding her close and embracing her presence.

"That's one thing you didn't get from your dad" she informs me, obviously trying her best to cheer up herself as well as the ambiance around us.

"Well, I can be an idiot sometimes" I confess, "but at least I don't eat souls for breakfast".

She chuckles again, taken off guard by my ability to joke about life's worst offerings.

"He probably has a torture tree instead of a Christmas tree!" she jokes, and I have to laugh in reply.

I guess that ignorant bliss is better than delving into thought again and conversing about her most likely dead parents. As long as it makes her laugh, I'm happy to comply.

"Stop!" I chuckle, "you're making my stomach hurt!"

She elbows me in the side teasingly, trying her best to remain herself through all of the treacherous strife of life.

"Get used to it, Nicholas" she says with her usual smile.

However, this time, it seems to only display half of the life that it used to.

Kygo POV

A new concern has spawned in the back of my mind as I sit in the safe house:

Other officers are currently conducting an investigation on the school incident, which could eventually lead to my former roots being discovered. What if they discover my footprints on the property coming from the van we pulled up in? What if they check traffic cameras and witness me standing alongside... those disgraces.

What if?

Well, I mean, at least I have a real family now. If I end up dying soon, I'll do so knowing that there's people who care.

"Officer Willis" one of my fellow rhino cops speaks to me as I eat, "you're still working as an assigned bodyguard I reckon?"

The truth is, I don't really work anymore. I have no need for money anymore, seeing as though I'm no longer a worker ant for Vince.

"Oh... yeah, bodyguard for Nick Wilde" I tell him.

He nods, glancing at his watch.

"Is it true that you saw whatever happened yesterday? Did you see him?" he asks, referring to the most wanted criminal mastermind in all of Zootopia.

"Perhaps" I answer coolly, "not that I want to get too much into it".

"Man" he answers, "you were at the school too. You get all the exciting stuff".

I laugh.

"Exciting or life-scarring?" I ask him, and he shrugs.

"Regardless, at least it's something to do. And why are you getting all the dangerous stuff anyways? You're so young!"

I sniff in amusement, turning to face him directly in the eye.

"But effective" I clarify, "I think my position speaks for itself".

"How old are you anyways?" he asks me, "you can't be old enough to drive".

I show him my driver's license confidently as he holds his stance, still doubting my ability to perform well at what I do.

"I apologize" he utters, "maybe I underestimated you, Officer Willis"

"Whatever" I snort, "that's what everyone does".

He, seeing my sudden frustration, sleeks away back to the door, leaving me to think by myself at the table.

If every found out about my past, they'd forget everything positive that I've done in my life. The negatives would outweigh them and I'd be despised by all, including my friends.

It seems that as soon as I rid myself of one insecurity, I'm faced to come to terms with yet another. I'm having to hold it all in, and eventually I'm going to fall apart. I just know it.

"What'd he want?" I hear a voice behind me ask, and I turn, coming face to face with Nick.

"Nothing" I tell him, "just usual chit chat. How's the rabbit?" I ask, referring to Judy.

He purses his lips, turning to sneak a glance at Judy as she converses with Violet on the sofa.

"It's hitting her hard" he states, "but she's strong".

I scratch my chin in thought.

"I wish I could feel the pain" I say honestly, "at least I'd know that I had a loving parent".

He looks at me curiously.

"What happened to your parents?" he questions innocently.

"Car accident" I lie, "long time ago. Barely even knew them when it happened. I was an infant, so I never got to appreciate their..."

I fumble my words.

"Their... love and guidance" I say awkwardly.

He nods.

"You're a good bodyguard, Kygo" he simply states with that scratchy voice of his.

The compliment is somewhat unexpected, so I find myself struggling with words again.

"Oh, uh, thanks, kid" I tell him, "I haven't allowed you to die to far, so I guess I am".

He gives me a kind smile before moving on, pouring a glass of water and eventually giving it to Judy.

The kid can't be thirteen years old and it really seems like he has the "relationship thing" down. I don't witness many kids with his high level of maturity, so it really is eye opening to see. It certainly isn't what I'd call a stereotypical "middle school relationship".

As for myself, I've just never been one for love. In fact, I don't think I've even cared about anyone in the least bit until now, and I'm still finding it difficult to adjust to this more civilized, open life.

My mind suddenly reverts back to the subject of my association with the school incident, and my heart becomes heavy again.

Eventually, I'll have to face my past.

The question is:

How long until I'm forced to?

Judy POV

I may be here on earth; responsive, able to discuss trivial matters, feel emotions, whatever else, but the truth is this:

A part of me has been ripped from my soul. I don't feel complete, and I feel forced to hide it behind my usually bright, happy, optimistic self that every expects to stay strong.

So as I sit on the sofa aside Violet, tuned out from the conversation we seem to be having, I carve a sequence of words in my mind, and in my heart:

I've always been made of steel

The thought of you gone was never real

The threat of being alone

Never crossed my mind

But deep inside

I know my mind lied

When it convinced me that life was fine

That it always be easy to confide

And alright

Maybe I still have something

But I'm hanging from a thread

And on second thought

I'm already dead

But my eyes are still open

As I glance downwards with dread

Is my heart

Still inside my chest?

Or have I lost that too

My blood is now polluted with lead

But my soul is blue

Optimism is no longer existent

I used to be down to earth

But now my thoughts are distant

For the first time since my birth

Because what I once considered me

Is suddenly on leave

And it's all because of the thief

I chose to face him

But I wasn't prepared for the grief

I flipped a leaf on to its side

Only to find a hole ripped wide

Ripped through the leaf

Ridding it of breathing

Or ever seeing

Again

My mind is now a foreigner to my soul

So starting today

I'm no longer whole

So before I fade to gray

I have to ask:

Where do I go?

Judy is feeling a bit down, huh? Well, that's it for the first chapter of part two. Life is certainly not what it used to be for the "gang". So as Judy asked: where will they go next? What happens next? What can change their lives for the better or for the worst?

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