The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story background belong to me.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.
Edonia, Angelina's Home
"I need to stay alone for a while…"
"I understand. I'll watch out Olivia"
The redhead walked to the veranda in the back of their house and sat on the rocking chair.
She was very saddened but grateful for the good times she spent alongside Mr. Lionel. A close friendship that started soon after she moved to Edonia and travelled for Bohma for its Arts culture.
She exhaled looking at the sky, "I hope you won't be mad or disappointed at me because I…I read the letter before your death… or maybe you already knew this would happen as you used to know things with anticipation… Either ways, I did what I thought would be the best as I followed your advice to let him go for a while when there's still time and relations are not so messy yet as they were in the 18th if this is all true… It wasn't easy, I felt like breaking the rule but… somehow it's what Christopher wanted to do according to that letter of his… and something that Angelique would have done anyways and "leave him to the pretty and nasty girl" according to her secret diary way before she found out she was pregnant with Olly…"
A tear cored down her face. She let out a long sigh, "She just wanted to love him and be loved. Both women did, but Angely was too led on with his promises, too emotional needy, too young… Christopher had the skill to make things look easier, not so complicated…so the opposite now… and that hurts me… I have a part on it when I separated him from her when things were so much easier, simpler! That's why I read the letter…to be sure I wasn't doing the wrong thing again because I need this redemption!"
Flashback
I knew she was going to see him again and spend the day with him as the usual. At that point they had Lucy and Peter to cover up to their lies. I knew that because I did follow them until a certain point a few times. I was starting to get tired of listening to her sighs and love confessions. I didn't think she deserved that. He was too good for her. I was tired of just having him in my mind and secret drawings. Kate had even asked me to draw them together so she could have as a memory and so I did. I draw them once walking sided holding hands as they headed to his boat. She was wearing a long white dress and he wore a white cotton shirt and brown trousers. They were ahead of me so I draw them with their back as it was my point of view.
I hated that drawing. They were always smiling at each other, but Kate loved the drawing and even showed him. The only reason I didn't rip it was because it was on that day that me and him finally talked more. He greeted me for my talent and even smiled. I was entranced. I could never forget his gaze and perfect smile since them. So I drew more: drawings them, drawings of him alone or me and him together. The latest was a secret.
Kate asked if I could make a frontal version of it and I agreed to do so, but I was never able to finish it because a few days later I followed them and had the most grotesque vision of them together. Of my life.
They were having intimacy. A forbidden intimacy. They were tasting each other at the same time. I was sick at that.
I couldn't believe why she lied about her virginity. What kind of virgin straddles her ass into a man's face and has his tongue into her center? What kind of virgin bends into a man's south? All that before the marriage?
I couldn't understand why the midwife attested Kate was still a virgin as she had her hymen intact. Such a lie! Certainly Kate managed to bribe her somehow.
And that day I finally understood what kind of talk Kate and Christian had so much, and how interesting the subject was for her to spend the whole day with him on an almost daily routine.
As they say, the curiosity killed the cat. It did kill me! I was so furious.
I came back home determined to stop being the accomplice in their sins. I understood the real reason why he "loved" her so much. Men adore playing with whores.
And she was a whore in my conception. I couldn't accept having such a type of blood relation and before her sinful reputation ruined my own impeccable reputation, I broke my silence and told our parents Kate was seeing a man.
End of Flashback
"A remorse I have been carrying for lives and now I have finally come to comprehend this deep guilty feeling for no apparent reason that once or another drags me to down waves since I was a child. I never had reason to feel deep guiltiness at such a young age. Then the repetitive dreams started. They didn't make sense as they didn't come in a perfect order. It started with random flashbacks and a puzzle I had to figure for years. i did therapy when I was a teenager which helped little to learn how to control the reactions about the dreams, but it didn't give me the answer I needed to understand it…It got worse when I got pregnant and fortunately some time later I met Mr. Lionel. He was the light I needed and his explanations were what seemed to make the puzzle make sense at last. Of course he went deeper than I expected, but with his kindness and no judgmental personality it made me trust him… and now he's gone and his legacy somehow passed to me as I am the one with the most open mind among the four of us… and that's what I'm doing: trying consciously fix some mistakes from my dark past.
Because of my jealousy and envy, Kate my sister at the time, was punished…centuries I was punished too as Angelique…both of us shared similar experiences about that as in one of the dreams…"
Flashback
Kate managed to run away. It was a huge commotion in the small village we lived in Bohma. Two days had passed since everyone had been looking for her and for Christian. I went to the barn at the tidy space she stayed and found the letter he had sent her and learned the location they were going to meet. However among the hay near the bed she used to sleep, I found what became the root of my remorse.
"It can't be…" I said holding (…).
That night our lives changed forever.
I didn't return home for a long time and I ended up being the one who crossed the bridge for the twins' safety.
A few weeks later I met the old couple who found Kate and Christian's bodies and after a huge struggle I visited their graves.
The old fisherman told me Christian died due to impalement of a metal stake into his chest that came into the water and Kate died due to blood loss a little while before they took their bodies out of the water.
That crashed me…
("...)
The old couple were still there. There was a simple hovel near the lake in the other extremity and for some unknown reason they "gave" it to me (…) to live. (…).
That was the first Lake House.
I married George but we didn't have children. My life was dedicated for (…).
Unfortunately they kept some resentment of me. We had often disagreements as they grow older.
When Christian's father died, they inherited all his patrimony. Henry had a pioneer spirit, but enjoyed life in nature just like Christian did, not to mention the temperamental personality. He often stayed at the cottage where Christian lived and used to meet Kate. He became a famous miner and his descendants later formed the Horvat clan.
Melissa had an ambitious spirit and married a wealthy nobleman, she had Kate's beauty and keen brain. Through their family tree were born the descendants that later formed the most influential after the Horvat's and famous clan of Bohma, the O'Gregon.
End of Flashback
"Now I have the chance to repair directly with Chris and Kate themselves. If it's true they are Christian and Katherine souls… I owe that to them. Now it's their call to decide if they will give themselves an opportunity to live their old love or not given the circumstances they left off in the 18th…"
She let out a long sigh as she stood up, "I just wonder if the Reed-O'Gregon twins are the same Greencamp twins…If they are, they had a sad family fate again. The Reed-O'Gregon twins were believe to be the real children of love of Christopher and Katarina…The Greencamp's definitely were fruits of a pure and true love…Either ways…I continue wondering who are the other twins I saw in that vision…"
She looked up inhaling deep, "I hope you continue guiding me from wherever you are Lionel…I'm not a spirit of love like you, but I have good intentions…I hope that counts to stop that cycle you were so worried about…"
Downtown Hotel, Bohma
Kate returned to the room devastated and ignored Janet's questions of concern.
"Kate, what happened?" the woman insisted as she watched the young brunette sobbing in her bed hugging tightly her pillow
No reply from the young brunette.
Out of sudden, Janet noticed Kate not responding to any reflex and immediately called Chris.
Due to the raw exposed emotions that were too much for Kate to bear, out of protection, her brain shut her mind down for a while.
She was too deep into her pain of separation from the only person that ever understood her. The only person that ever listened to her. The only person that ever cared for her. The only person that didn't abandon her when she most needed in all those years of loneliness…and seclusion.
Kate was just the result of suppressed feelings.
All that exposed frail emotional was what was left of her suppressed past.
Her tears were not hers. The deep mourn weren't completely hers. Her feelings weren't completely all hers.
The real grief was…
(*)
Flashback
That was a cold cloudy morning. The clouds prevented the rays of sun. No birds chirps. No animal sounds. No sounds of the water waves clashing the lakeshore. No sounds of water waves clashing the pier piers.
There was just a lonely old man sitting on a bench contemplating the green lake.
Then just the sound of rusted door opening from behind him.
He turned around and his old figure started to transmute to a younger version.
"Kat…" he greeted the woman in black at the barn's half-open door
She looked serious. Her body language: reluctant. She remained mute.
The young man stood up from the bench and walked over to her. She just observed him; taken aback.
"Let it go…" he whispered taking gently her grip
There was a slight move of muscles of her forehead.
"I cannot…" she whispered back
"You have to let it out"
"I cannot…"
"I know how you feel inside. I've been there before"
"I do not know how…"
"Let go of the armor. You don't need it anymore. You never needed it"
"Yes I did. To fight the monsters! The society! To stand up for myself!"
"Did it work? You were like a volcano ready to explode at any moment. And you did and fell to your own misery. So I tell you again: let it go! It's not taking you anywhere but pain!"
"I cannot!" she said running to inside the barn hugging herself
The man followed her, leaving the door open, "You have to!"
"It does not seem fair now. It does not seem right... coming out of this."
"What do you know about fair or right, Katarina? You're being a coward. Is it fair for Kate continuing suffering for your aching soul? For how long do you intend to continue hiding from yourself? From the outside?"
"That is why I need you and you are abandoning me!" she snapped
"I'm not abandoning you!" he stepped closer to her, "I'm not abandoning you…" he spoke with a tender tone
"I cannot do this without you Lionel…I just cannot!"
"It's the cycle of life…"
"It does not seem the right cycle. Everyone left before me. I spent years secluded, my own misery was my favorite company until you came with a heart full of love…destroying all my barriers, crumbled my walls, embraced my pain, comprehended my flaws, forgave my mistakes, abdicated a good life in family, made me trust you, watched out for me when I went crazy…waited for the four us for centuries, gathering our souls into one path, and now I see you leave before me leaving me all alone again? You?! You who have been waiting for me for so many years abandon me to my own disgrace now that you finally found me?"
"Don't take it so hard and don't take it so bad…"
"How come? I am a failure in person!"
"No one is perfect Kat…not even me"
"No, but you are close to that"
Young Lionel remained in silence for a while watching the woman in black. He knew she was suffering inside and could feel her negative energy of grief, despite her face not demonstrate it.
That was what Katarina O'Gregon's spirit became, a tormented soul with deep suppressed feelings, hang in sorrow, unable to exteriorize them accordingly. She built an armor for her own protection but it ended up becoming her prison. Secluded in her own spiritual battles. Afraid of herself. Her worst judge. A heavy burden her incarnated persona, Kate, was carrying alone. Another volcano about to explode if the right savior would not save her from herself on time.
But that savior was not Chris, or Piers, or Lucy, nor Angelina, and not even himself. That one was herself. The part of her that was waiting outside the barn, waiting at the other extremity of the lake alongside two small lights, Katherine.
However Katarina was too scared to fail badly again and that fear never allowed her to leave the barn, where she spent her last days of life – just like Katherine.
Katarina was the result of Katherine's suppressed feelings, and now the two personas lived separately instead of learning from one another and embracing each other. A burden passed to Kate.
And the others about their own personas.
"I will never abandon you granny. None of you. I only finished my mission before their government found the truth about me and turned me into their guinea pig"
"Christopher and Pierce would never allow that"
"But they're too busy to babysit a 281 years-old man…at least I preferred to believe I was still a man" he said jokingly
Katarina's face didn't show any muscle movement, but inside she found it funny, "I never had doubts I was a woman…or a human being while I took the black pills. I did not learn how to fly, or how to swim, my beautiful polished nails did not turn into deadly claws, much less had light balls coming out from my hands…this new generation have many doubts about themselves or things…"
He laughed. She still had some sense of humor despite her serious demeanor, "Yes they do"
Katarina let out a sigh, "I only have one doubt…"
"Which is?"
"Will I fail badly again? I do not seem to reach Christopher's forgiveness and that tears me apart. Makes me sad and makes Kate do stupid some stupid mistakes she should not be doing"
"You already know your path where you have come from, she doesn't. And that's why she needs you"
"I cannot even help myself how can I help her?"
"How about a team work?"
"I left some diaries that will serve as her guidance, actually I left diaries to everyone so they'll continue having some of my guidance as I'm not there anymore"
"Is that your team work?"
"No… Let's go outside so you can listen to something important someone very special has to tell"
"Who? The Dowser that always stays outside at the corner?"
"No... Katherine"
The woman in black inhaled with a long sigh, "Why go outside? Can't she just come here?"
"Because I like the breeze of the lake"
Katarina rolled her eyes. That was an evolution for someone that didn't allow her emotions to externalize anymore
Lionel smiled, "Today is definitely a day to celebrate. You rolled your eyes but I finally made you show something besides a statue face"
"You know I do not like that lake, right?"
"But Katherine and I love it…and the others too"
"I cannot understand how she can love it when she died in there"
"She got over it"
Katarina was reluctant staring at outside.
"I thought infamous Katarina O'Gregon was a defiant bitch that loved challenges. This is your challenge. Will you cower now?"
"Infamous?"
He smiled, "Sorry, I just wanted to test your reaction again, but don't worry I won't call you that way anymore, and speaking about it, I changed that detail in your biography"
"Thank you. I hope that will help leaving the mud…"
Katarina squeezed her eyes as they left the barn due to the excess of clarity. Her eyes were not used to that anymore. She looked to her left side and saw the Dowser at the corner watching them.
"Something is changing inside you that you don't know" the old woman said in a mysterious way
"What is it?"
The woman didn't respond and only walked in the direction of Katarina's grave.
Katarina watched her in curiosity, controlling the urge to follow her, but before she could do it, she heard old Lionel's voice at distance.
She turned around. Her face demonstrated surprise, despite her paralyzed body, "Kates…" she whispered
Incarnated Katerina visited them in a dream trance, while near the lake house there was Katherine standing wearing a long white dress accompanied by two small lights.
Katerina was frightened seeing the woman in dark figure and held tight on Mr. Lionel's arm. That was the first time Kate was allowed to see her previous counterpart.
Katarina could not believe who those two small lights were. The imposing woman in dark immediately fell to the ground recognizing them and not being able to control the urge to cry.
Her armor was finally broken.
End of Flashback
(*)
Chris and Janet watched Kate, but less concerned as she was actually in a deep sleep.
"Janet, you can return home alone. Piers, Kate and I will only leave tomorrow after our friend's funeral"
"Alright. I'm very sorry for your loss"
"Thanks"
The woman left. Chris remained in the room watching Kate from the armchair at the bottom of the room.
It was just like Christopher had watched Katarina sleeping in prison long ago.
He only stayed there watching her back.
Ah, Chris did have that angle in a dream. Strangely he recalled that in such a moment.
Of course the circumstances now were different, but the positions were similar. The silence was similar. The long dark hair was similar.
He stood up as he noticed Kate awakening and immediately walked over her and sat by the bed corner.
"Kate…"
She was still more to the sleep side, when abruptly she opened her eyes frightened. In panic.
Chris held her, trying to tranquilize her. Kate was again having a bad dream.
"It was just a dream…" he told her with a calm tone as he caressed her arm
"The woman in black…" she said hiding her face between her hands
She was trembling. Her skin was colder. He searched for salt and gave her a small portion as her blood pressure seemed lower. He also gave her a glass of water.
Kate was still restless in bed. Chris intrigued with the "woman in black".
Scared and hugging the pillow tight, Kate cried out her broken emotional.
He hated the feel of powerless when there was a broke woman near him. Touched by Kate's suffering, he laid next to her, trying to comfort her and make her feel she wasn't alone. Spooning.
Tired. Both fell asleep.
Chris woke up to the sound of the door's card opening the room's door. He lifted his head to see Piers entering. Glancing them.
The men's eyes met and another mix of feelings crossed them.
Definitely not a good vision seeing the girl he had spent the night before lying in another man's arms the next day. Twice in the same day.
Piers sunk in the corrosion in his heart and broke the ice in the room, "I was worried as the hours passed and no news from you or Kate. Janet gave me the room's card and I decided to check on you. How's she doing?"
"Not in her best day" Chris replied moving away slowly to not wake Kate up
"You can stay there. She likes your spoon" Piers said with sarcasm
"I need to use the bathroom" Chris replied heading to the bathroom
"Of course you do…" Piers said in a low tone as he watched the young girl moving in the bed
Kate woke up soon after Chris left the bed, and saw Piers standing staring at her. She looked confused and broken. She was a mess.
"How are you feeling?"
She sat up, "I'm not feeling…" she replied with a husky voice
"That's something…"
"I never lost anyone like this…"
"I thought you lost your parents…"
She coughed, "I meant that I never lost someone like this, someone I barely knew but felt like I knew my entire life… I still can't believe my only is gone… my only friend that never judged me…"
"It sucks losing someone but life goes on…"
"Please respect my pain. If you don't feel anything congratulations, but don't be an ass about my way to deal with my grief"
"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to…"
"You never mean anything Piers, that's your problem"
Okay, old Kate is back. Snapping. That's something.
Chris left the bathroom and glanced Kate, "Are you calmer now?" he asked
"Yes, thank you for the support and concern"
"No problem…It's already night. You should eat something and hydrate. Do you want anything in particular?"
"I'm not hungry…"
"But you have to eat, even just a little"
"I accept the chips now…"
Feeling like the third wheel, Piers left the room and went out for a walk.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are here to deliver the body of Lionel Horvat Stafford-Hansen O'Reed – Mr. Lionel - to his resting place. We pray to god to deliver his soul and to resolve the deep mysteries he sought so relentlessly to uncover. The kind man that dedicated his life to this country has now found the eternal sleep. His joy shall never be 's pray now for his eternal peace. I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet he shall live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die."
The coffin of that very old good man was slowly lowered into the ground.
His family, friends, some important figures of Bohma, and his four special friends watched it disappear in the ground's depth from across the grass and earth in the cemetery of the Lake House land, as one of his last wishes.
The call they received from Mr. Lionel's personal assistant on 09/09/2011 changed their routines and lives forever.
Chris, Piers and Kate were already packing when they learned about the old man's death, which postponed their return to the U.S.A., so the three of them accorded in staying for his funeral while Janet returned alone.
Chris and Piers besides the close contact with the old man, also had the same reason to participate of that man's funeral: to ascertain his body wouldn't turn into some bioorganic threat. Which there was a relief. Mr. Lionel died as a normal human.
Piers and Chris felt the sadness of the moment, but didn't demonstrate it with tears as the force of the habit of their training. Losing people was a "habit" they had to get used to. As a matter of fact, they still didn't know how to process it. They knew Lionel's secret – a B.O.W. – and at times it was hard to believe they mourned the death of it, although they knew Mr. Lionel wasn't an evil creature as the ones they were used to fight.
All the ones present were wearing white as another wish Mr. Lionel had as he believed black didn't suit that beautiful landscape and the dark color would internalize more the sadness of that moment that for him didn't mean a final fate, but just a mission accomplished as he from that time on he could take his so deserved rest. So with his departure into the light he would cross, he wanted his "guests" to cherish his crossing as part of the light party as well as the white color spread the light. He wanted his final light to spread among the ones that stayed.
Angelina was in the front row. Tears cored on her delicate face. Her eyes were swollen and red for crying the sadness of losing the closest figure to a grandfather she ever had. Her mentor was gone and now she'd have to figure things out on her own. Holding a white rose, she threw it onto the coffin as the final goodbye to a piece of her. George hugged her in support after she threw the rose in sobs.
Kate, more than the other three or anyone present, and despite the little time she had spent with him, she seemed to feel more the painful loss of her savior. Yes her savior as for some reason she always saw him as figure that had saved somehow. When Chris told her about his death, she had a moment of incredulity; she believed that day would never come as she thought he could be immortal due to the black pill. Devastated, she needed the help of her men to take her there as she was unable to walk on her own and needed a chair to sit, as she refused to not participate of that final moment. She needed to see to believe her savior was gone.
She watched everything but it didn't feel like it was her in there but someone else who had shared her life with that old man. It was a strange thought and feeling she couldn't comprehend. It didn't make sense and there were moments her Kate mind had to take control of her urge to grab some black pills or black powder and throw it on him in the hope it could bring him back. She wasn't ready to let him go. She wasn't ready to live without his advices, and she feared failing horribly –again- as he seemed to be the only one to understand her.
As the coffin disappeared into the dirt, out of sudden Kate felt a dizziness and lost her balance, but Chris had the quick reflex to hold her.
"Kate!" he and Piers called her name as she seemed to be about to lose her conscience
The others watched them in concern as slowly the young brunette seemed to regain the composure.
From among the little crowd, a female figure made her way carrying a glass of water as she walked over the trio.
"Drink it. You'll feel better. It's water" the old woman said with a calm expression
Kate frowned in surprise. Staring her for some seconds she recollected the woman resembled the fortune teller. She didn't know that woman was friends of Mr. Lionel.
Chris stared the woman sharing the same surprise. That middle-aged woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember right away where he had seen her.
Angelina observed the mysterious woman. She had never seen her before. She watched the other family relative's reaction and they didn't seem to know her either, which got her attention even more. She looked young and that was not a bad indicator as Lionel used to have friends of all ages, but it was strange anyone greeting her or showing they recognized her, not even Lionel's personal assistant, and that detail triggered Angelina's curiosity.
"You okay?" Chris asked Kate
"I don't feel alright, but I'm better"
"We should get going so you can rest in the hotel until we take our flight" Piers suggested
She nodded in agreement.
"You help her, I'm going to say goodbyes to Angie" Chris said
The female touched Chris' arm delicately, "You can go after my speech, will you?" she said politely
Chris felt a slight shock with that woman's touch, "Sure…" he said thoughtful. Such a familiar touch.
The woman requested the guests' attention. She stayed near the flowers bouquets on the ground.
"One minute of silence so we can connect to the energies of this land that is welcoming our dear friend known as Mr. Lionel. May his kindness bless our saddened hearts. May his joy give us the strength to move on. May his legacy of love never be forgotten."
And so everyone obeyed. Some people closed their eyes. Some people remained with their eyes open but focused in the respect for the solemn moment.
Chris stared the woman as she prepared to start her speech.
"Death does not exist anywhere in the Universe. Not even the corpse is dead. By unraveling, it frees billions of tiny shapes that will generate other ways of existing.
The idea of stop existing is painful for anyone. The physical body disappears for any reason, but the immortal essence continues to exist, even though it always existed and never ceases to exist. In nature nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed.
Every existence has a purpose. The spirit never acts without a purpose. There are a multitude of planes being executed in the universe. Each of us has a plan. We are actors and actresses interpreting the drama of life on the stage of existence. It takes rehearsal, light, camera, action. It is necessary, above all, awareness, attitude, realization.
Death is not the end, it is the beginning of a new journey, for all of us will one day be called to fulfill new missions, new journeys, in this journey in which we are together, in this heart of light where we hear the silence of the stars.
If the mortal remains are not found, this is only a detail, for everyone, absolutely everyone will always be present in the hearts of those who have loved them. And so it is.
Saying goodbye is just a way of saying that I'll miss you until we meet again.
So love as if there is no tomorrow.
Forgive and give like it's your last chance. Love as if there is no tomorrow, and if there is tomorrow, love again.
It is time to go forward, to walk step by step towards our tomorrow, against our future.
Today is the day when we can change our history, rewrite our life, it is the day of the great change, the great achievement, the day when we can be, do, win.
Do not leave for tomorrow, be happy today, ask forgiveness today, live today as if there was no tomorrow.
Let's be grateful for today, for now. And let us love.
Love was always present in the words of our dear Lionel.
And finally, I will quote a poem from our Guardian of Love:
'Love as if there is no tomorrow.
No matter how they tease you, punish you, fight with you, love them! No matter what, love. Love them despite different ideas, inexcusable acts, love them. Tell them every day how important they are, not just on the commemorative dates or on departures. Smile at them, for there is no greater prize as a beautiful smile of happiness.
Embrace them. Kiss them. Look into their eyes and say, 'I love you.' You who do not know what to give to someone, give love always, let them know that they are important.
Learn how to love.
Well then, love. Far or near, being the best or worst in the world, love them. If is somebody wrong or somebody right, just love. Because there is only one Today, and unfortunately God did not do it endless.'"
The female made a reverence to all and moved away.
Chris didn't leave his eyes off the woman as he squeezed his memory to recall from where he knew her.
She passed by him and stared him back and when their eyes met, Chris felt the shock again recalling she was the mysterious woman from his dream who guarded the barn.
The sudden noise of dirt hitting the top of the coffin momentarily distracted Chris, making him instinctively look at the source of the sound, and by the time he turned to look back at the mysterious figure it was already gone. He visually scanned the area looking for the woman, who seemed to have disappeared without a trace and that too within a matter of few seconds.
He couldn't help but wonder if she was just a figment of his imagination because it was an impossible feat for normal human to just vanish in thin air like that.
Thank you Pin, Xaori and scropion for the reviews! :D
Those (...) parts on Angie's scene I removed the content on purpose but will show it later on.
So Mr. Lionel was afraid to become a guinea pig...humm, interesting! That just crossed my mind today, and now I want to know what that means lol
Katarina finally left the shell and bumped into her other counterparts...humm, I wonder what will happen next.
Angie is not such a good girl, after all she broke the rule! What a naughty girl! They say gingers are harder to control, haha lol, I'm kidding. So now it makes more sense why she insisted so much on Chris giving Kate a chance...Angie and her secrets...O.O
Stay Tuned!