As soon as Pit took the time to look around, he knew exactly where he was.

He opened his eyes and immediately snapped them shut. The sun was bright, really bright. He took a few moments to squint his eyes open barely, trying to adjust them. Then, he opened them completely, and while doing so, sat up.

He immediately noticed the pain. The muscles in his left shoulder was tight, and when he tried to move it, pain show through his arm and chest. He grunted and rolled his shoulder back a few times, then stretched out his left wing. After a few long moments, he had to let it drop again. It hurt too much. But it didn't seem to be too damaged. It was just sprained from the fall.

The whole thing felt like déjà vu. It wasn't too long ago that he had been in this exact same position, with a damaged wing. But he had woken up in a bedroom then. Now he was in the middle of a field.

Pit swallowed and stood up slowly, stretching out his legs. "Kaitlyn, are you…Kaitlyn? Kaitlyn?!"

Pit jerked his head back and forth, sucking in a breath. He was surrounded by flat fields, filled with grass and wildflowers that seemed to be coming to the end of their peak season. A breeze rushed by, shoving Pit's hair in a different direction than its usual part. It rushed through the grass in waves, giving it a peaceful, calming look. But from what he could see, Kaitlyn wasn't there.

Dang it, now what am I going to do? Pit thought. Where's Kaitlyn? She doesn't have a phone…and she has the map, now that I think about it…what if she's on the other side of the continent? What if she's alone and afraid, and what if—

The angel shook his head, telling himself fiercely that he was overreacting. If anyone could take care of themselves, it was Kaitlyn. She was probably on her way to Macomb right now. It was what she would do in a situation like this. Still, that didn't help him. He needed to find her. He didn't even know how long he had been knocked out. For all he knew, it could be days after they had hit the storm.

Pit turned around, scanning the ground for a moment before he listen his eyes. His breath caught in his throat and his heart stopped for a moment.

It was Chicago.

He knew the skyline anywhere. He had spent enough time in the city to know what it looked like from all angles, and this was definitely Chicago skyline, Sears Tower and all. Pit sucked in a breath, swallowing hard. Of all the places to crash land…just outside of Chicago.

This was too much of a coincidence.

"Eris," Pit hissed, already feeling the cold air cut through his jacket and chill him to the bone. He whirled around, catching sight of the Goddess, who was sitting on a rock about ten feet away from him.

The woman held a flower in her fingers, twirling it a little. Her head rested in her hand, giving her a lazy look, as though she had all the time in the world. At this rate, she did. The fabric of her dress fluttered gently in the breeze, and her blood-red hair twisted and twirled around her. "Isn't it odd," she asked slowly, her eyes still on the flower, "how we always seem to end up right back where we start?"

Pit raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the skyline for a moment. "Not really," he said in reply, trying not to scream and throttle the woman to get answers. "The start is where we're comfortable. Why not return?"

The flower that was in the woman's hands turned from pink to black and twisted sharply until it was brittle. Eris' fingers wrapped around the stem and she watched as the flower crumbled to ashes in her palm. "You underestimate my powers, Pit. I'm watching your every move, and I'm satisfied that you're strong enough to take me on. It makes my game all the more interesting. So I brought you here. Making chaos is in my blood."

"Don't have anything better to do than spy on me?" Pit asked.

Eris waved her hand, sliding off her rock. "Of course not. The gods are only just starting to fall into madness. When they finish, then I can take over. But for now, I'll be patient and wait." She drew closer to Pit, blinking slowly. Pit became all too aware of the fact that her dress was tight against her body, accentuating every curve. Eris held out a long finger and drew it under Pit's chin, forcing him to look at her. She was only slightly taller than he was, which made her gaze all the more intimidating. "Remember. I can make the strongest willed men go mad. I can make you think things that you would never think, see things that you will think are true. I am change. I am fear. I am insanity."

Pit felt his body erupt into goosebumps, some from fear, and some from that fact that Eris was practically on him and was touching him. He wanted nothing more than to grab her fingers and break them, but he knew she could easily kill him. "Why are you telling me this?" He hissed, narrowing his eyes.

"Because I want to watch you struggle," Eris said with relish. "I want to watch you squirm as you try to figure out what is real and what isn't. I want to hear you scream as you hurt yourself on things that don't exist, create feelings for beings that you only imagine. And I will watch in pleasure as you cry out to your incapacitated Goddess. Your demise will be so sweet. To watch you, the most famous angel in history, go completely insane, will be very satisfying."

Pit jerked away and pulled out his two blades, which he stabbed into Eris' stomach.

Or he would have, if Eris hadn't completely dematerialized and reformed a few feet away. She didn't seem to be angry or overly upset at Pit's actions, but seemed more as if she had expected them. "Just keep this in mind," she said. "I gave you the first piece of the Apple. Everything that happens only does so because of me. I am in control."

"You wish you could control everything," Pit spat. You wish you were in control. But you're not! I'm free to do whatever I want."

Eris' expression became level and serious. Her lips pursed. "We'll see."

And with a sharp turn into shadows, she was gone.

Pit let out a long breath and relaxed from his fighting stance. He had moved his shoulder and wing, and now they were even sorer. He winced as he slid his blades back into his jacket.

Was Eris right? Did she have the power to manipulate the mind the way she said? It didn't seem out of the question. And it made Pit very nervous. He knew the Goddess was just trying to get under his skin, but it was working. It was really working.

The angel looked back at the skyline. He knew the next apple piece was in Macomb, but he didn't have the map. Heck, he could hardly read a map in the first place. But he knew Chicago. He would start there.


Pit was amazed that he could still remember the streets in Chicago. It had been a few years, but somehow his muscles still remembered when he needed to turn and where he needed to go. The buildings slowly became familiar. He remembered the movie theater; he and Mark had seen quite a few movies there. It was also where he had had his fist ever date with Kaitlyn. And then the park, on the left. And the skyscrapers. He had passed the Science and Industry museum a little while ago. At a sprint, Pit could run far for a long time. His endurance was better than any human.

Pit slowed as he approached a certain neighborhood. This place was particularly familiar. Everything felt…smaller, maybe. The houses, the yards, the fences, everything. He continued onward, slowly turning his gaze from side to side. He hardly had to think: everything at this point felt instinctual.

He came to a stop in front of one house. He rested his hand on the white painted fence, allowing himself a small smile. This place was the most familiar of all that he had seen. The white house could maybe use a new paint job, and there were more flowers in the flower bed than Pit remembered, but everything else felt so much the same. The maple tree in the front yard was bright yellow, and the ground was already speckled with leaves. The beat-up blue car was parked in the driveway, looking a little worse for wear.

His head jerked to the door as he suddenly heard it open. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened. A figure backed itself out of the doorway, wearing blue scrubs. Pit remembered those, as well as the long red-orange hair that hung in a low ponytail down the figure's back. The figure fiddled with the lock on the door, jingling the keys a few times. But eventually the figure turned around.

The woman's face was still the same. She maybe had a few more wrinkles, but her green eyes still shone in a way that reminded Pit of his Goddess. She looked almost shorter, but Pit knew that was just because he was taller than the last time he saw the woman. As soon as she turned, she caught sight of Pit. The woman's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The keys in her hands fell with a jangle to the ground.

Pit couldn't keep from smiling. "Hey, Mom."

Jenny's expression went from total shock to complete and utter joy. "Pit!" She rushed down the steps of the porch to where Pit was coming through the gate and grasped him in a tight hug.

She still felt the same. Pit's arms wrapped around the woman's body. Jenny was a thin woman, and bony. But she still felt warm and safe. She felt like home.

Pit gripped Jenny in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her in a way that he was never able to when he was younger. Pit's shoulder was right at the height of Jenny's nose, so Jenny buried her face into Pit's jacket, her own grip tight and hard.

Pit didn't want to let go, but he pulled away as Jenny did. The woman's face was practically sparkling with excitement. "Pit, you have to tell me when you're coming, so I can get ready!"

The angel rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "It was kind of a last minute thing, honestly. I wasn't expecting to be in town myself."

Jenny's gaze was warm. "You're lucky I was even here at all! But you know, I do have to go to work. I'd love to stay and talk more, but maybe we can catch up after my shift. I dropped my keys over th—."

"No, stay," Pit said, holding onto Jenny's arm as she pulled away. He pulled her back into a hug and buried his face into her hair. She felt so comforting to him.

Jenny was quiet for a moment, then a hand found his head and another wrapped around his waist. "Are you alright, Pit?"

Pit felt a lump rise in his throat, and he blinked a few times as tears dripped down his face. "I'm…I'm okay."

The woman gently stepped away and pulled Pit towards the porch, where she made him sit. She sat next to him, watching as Pit cried. Her hands laid on his, and she rubbed his upper arm and hands comfortingly. "It's alright," she said. She took his head and lay in on her shoulder, then gently ran her hands through his hair and his back.

After a few minutes, Pit sat back up and dried his tears. He gave a weak smile, sniffling a little. "Sorry," he managed to say. "I'm just a little…well, lost, to start."

Jenny motioned for him to continue. Pit took a long breath and started going through the whole story of why he was on Earth. He started with Mnemosyne and Eris, and then about the Gods losing their memories. It felt good to get it all out and explain it. It helped him think more clearly. And Jenny was a good listener. She didn't interrupt him, but merely nodded a few times.

"And now Kaitlyn is missing, and I've got to get to Macomb and find the next piece of the Apple of Discord. Then I have to go to France and Russia and if I don't get all the pieces in time, the whole world will basically be destroyed, and it's not helping that Eris keeps on messing with my head!" Pit sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. He rubbed his neck and gave a sigh, before turning to Jenny.

His adopted mother's face was quiet and thoughtful, and she nodded slowly. "Well, that certainly is a crisis, now isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah," Pit said with a huff of a laugh. "It's a pretty tall order."

The two were silent for a while. Pit knew the cogs in Jenny's head were turning like mad, and she was probably trying to find a way to help him. He was just happy that he was there in the first place. He hadn't seen his mother in years, and even if he wasn't biologically related to Jenny, she still felt like his family.

Finally Jenny broke the silence. "Well, I can only suggest so many things. I mean, I can easily get you a map to find your way to Macomb, but if your wing is still sore, I'd advise not flying for at least twenty-four hours. And I would drive you, but I have to be at work in, "she checked her watch, "ten minutes. So I can try to find you a ride, but there might be another way."

"Like what?"

"Your old teacher, Mr. Laurel, still teaches at your old high school. Why don't you go talk to him? He would definitely be more qualified on the matters of angels than I am, and he might have some advice for you. He also might be able to get you there faster than if I call someone. Most of the people I know well enough to ask them to take a six hour drive at this hour all work at the hospital and are working right now. So, why not start at school?"

Pit nodded. "Makes sense." He gave Jenny a smile. "Thanks Mom."

The two of them stood and embraced once again. Pit breathed in Jenny's scent, which smelled distinctly of mint, and held her close. He wanted to keep her with him forever, relying on her warmth and strength. But he had to leave. He was running out of time.

Jenny gave Pit a smile as she pulled away. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?"

"Well, I would…but my phone got a little wet, and it doesn't really seem to be working."

Jenny's smile was filled with amusement. "Well, when this is all over, I'll get you a new one, okay?"

"Sounds good."

"Take good care of yourself. I know you'll do well."

"Thanks Mom."

"I'm so proud of you. All grown up and saving the world. After you're done, I want you to come back and we can sit around and talk and have a cup of tea or something."

"With Nutella?"

"Of course."


The school looked smaller than Pit remembered. The hallways were small and the lockers seemed even more cramped than when he had been there himself. And yet everything was familiar.

Pit hadn't had to say much to get in. He was supposed to be meeting Mr. Laurel, and the lady at the front desk had simply asked for a name. Mr. Laurel had said that yes, he was expecting Pit, and to let him in. Pit wasn't sure if Jenny had called him, or if Mr. Laurel just remembered him. Either way, Pit was let into the school.

The halls were empty, but because of the time, Pit assumed they were at lunch. His shoes made soft clacks on the ground; the linoleum floors echoed with each step that Pit took. Pit shoved his hands into his pockets and continued along, glancing to look at the names of each of the teachers on the doors of the rooms. He didn't recognize most of them, until he hit Ms. Harpline's name, which made him smile.

Finally, he turned down the last hall and came to the door he was looking for. He wasn't sure whether to knock or not, so he tapped on the glass and opened the door, saying, "Hello?"

The Ancient Greek room was exactly as how he remembered it. There were scribbled calligraphy documents tacked up on the wall, and the Greek alphabet was posted up above the whiteboard. Quickly scribbled phrases covered the whiteboard in color.

There were two people in the room. One was obviously Mr. Laurel. He looked the same, save for his hair, which was much grayer. His green eyes were warmer and gentler than the cold ones Pit had first seen when he had met the man for the first time. But he still had the same rigid stance and direct look.

The other person sat at one of the desks. All Pit could see was a low cut shirt and long brown hair, complete with a splash of freckles. Her blue eyes, framed with dark eye shadow, stared up at Pit with surprise. Pit knew who she was…he had seen her before…but what was her name? And how did he know her?

"Ah, Pit!" Mr. Laurel gave Pit a smile and closed his book with a thump. "It's been a while!" He turned to the girl. "Kelsey, we'll finish this in about ten minutes, alright? If you'd please wait outside."

The girl stood and nodded. She flashed a quick look at Pit, but gathered her things and left the room.

Mr. Laurel smiled at Pit again. "You know, when the receptionist said that your name was Pit, I could only assume."

Pit smiled back, seating himself on one of the tables. "Yeah, well, my name's a little hard to come by among humans."

"Which is why I knew it was you right away. Can I offer you anything to drink? I'm afraid I've got nothing stronger than water."

"No thanks," Pit said quickly. "I can't stay for very long. I really just need some advice."

"Ask away."

So for the second time that day, Pit ran through the events of the past week, emphasizing Eris, Mnemosyne, and Palutena's missing memories. "For one, I need to get to Macomb, and two, I need advice on how to mess with Eris, or do something to her. She's starting to mess with my head, which is anything but good."

Mr. Laurel nodded and gave rubbed his stubbly chin. "Well, this is certainly a lot to take in. Kaitlyn Dufrene is an angel now, and Eris is on the loose. I didn't know Eris was still wreaking havoc."

"I have no idea how she got out of her prison. Why can't we just contain her again?"

"Well, you'll be able to if you can get her to eat the Apple of Concord. But you need to find Harmonia and convince her to turn the apple around. That'll be difficult because she's probably also losing her memories. So you'll have to get to Mnemosyne first. See, all magic has to end eventually. The charm put on Eris' prison was strong, but it wore off. At some point, you'll have to imprison her again, which is what the Apple of Concord will help you do. Once she eats it, her powers will be gone and you can imprison her safely. It's all pretty long and complicated, though."

"Yeah, don't I know it," Pit said with a sigh. "It's all pretty complicated. We don't really have a plan to get Mnemosyne, and we don't even know where to find Mnemosyne is. We're really just trying to find the Apple."

"Well, you'll have to come up with something," Mr. Laurel said. "After all, the Apple is only so good if you can get Eris to eat it."

Pit sighed, and nodded. "I'll start working on that. If you get an idea, I'm sure you'll find a way to contact me."

Mr. Laurel smiled. "So, what can I do to help you?"

"Well, it's kind of odd, but I really need a ride. I sprained my wing and need to get to Macomb, Illinois. But it's six hours away and I don't have a car."

The teacher gave a smile. "Oh, that can be easily arranged." To Pit's confusion, the man walked to the door and called out for the girl, who walked back in, an equally confused expression on her face. "Kelsey," Mr. Laurel said, grinning, "how would you like to earn some bonus points in my class?"


The road to Macomb was bumpy and long. Pit found himself in the front seat of a beat up old pickup truck, sitting stiffly in the seats. The fabric on the seats was ripped a little, and the whole truck had an old, musty smell. But it ran just fine, and that was all that Pit was worried about.

When the two of them had reached the car, the girl had given him a dark, inspecting look, as though daring him to comment on the quality of her vehicle. It was old, and the light blue paint was chipped. The fenders were dented and rusted in places. The whole thing looked rather sad. But Pit didn't comment. He felt no need to do so. The idea did not even cross his mind. Still, it told him a lot about Kelsey, and after a little time in the car, it hit him.

He knew who she was. She had been in his English class years ago. She had been in his year. His friend Mark had tried to set them up before he had met Kaitlyn. She was that Kelsey.

But Pit wasn't exactly sure how to bring up the subject, so he continued to sit stiffly in the front seat.

Kelsey's voice broke the awkward silence. "So, visiting from Ohio?"

"Ohio?" Pit asked.

"Yeah, didn't you move to Ohio with your cousin?"

Pit hurriedly racked his brain. "Oh yeah…that did happen, didn't it…um…yeah, I moved when I graduated high school."

"Did Kuro go with you?"

"No, he moved…somewhere else."

"Oh. Okay. Are you in college now?"

"No, I'm taking some time off."

"Ah." Kelsey raised an eyebrow, glancing at Pit. "Geez, will you just relax? I promise I won't bite. Kick up your feet on the dashboard. I don't care. It's not like the car can get much dirtier."

Pit let out a long breath, allowing himself to relax slightly. He rubbed his shoulder, which had started to twinge again.

"You know, it's thanks to you that I'm missing classes today, totally excused, so I should probably be thanking you," Kelsey said.

"Thanks for taking me," Pit said, dipping his head.

Kelsey gave a smile. "Geez, you're so formal! You didn't used to be so serious in high school."

"Yeah, well, I've had stuff happen since then," Pit said slowly. "What about you, thought? Shouldn't you have graduated last year with everyone else?"

Kelsey gave a short huff. "Yeah, well, my grades were low, and I failed quite a few classes, so I had to repeat the year. I wanted to drop out completely, but my parents wouldn't let me, so I'm getting help and tutoring and fun stuff like that. It's pretty obnoxious, honestly. I'd rather just be out of school."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Meh, it was my fault. I'm taking the blame, like I should. That doesn't make it any less obnoxious, though."

The car fell back into silence, as they continued on the long road to Macomb. Pit wasn't sure what to say to Kelsey. He hadn't really liked her that much in school, but years had passed and she seemed nice enough now. She looked basically the same, with her low cut tank top and tight, ripped jeans. But there was something more pleasant about her expression and her voice. She didn't seem to be the ringleader anymore. Her friends must have all graduated, leaving her behind.

Pit cleared his throat briefly before speaking. "Who do you hang out with now?"

Kelsey shrugged. "I see some of my old friends, the ones who go to community colleges nearby. The others all scattered across the nation, so it's hard to keep up besides using Facebook. It's kind of stupid, but I really had to think hard to remind myself that they didn't abandon me, they just moved on." She shook her head. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I haven't even seen you since high school. You probably don't even care. How about you, though? What have you been up to?"

Pit ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Um…well…It's a long story."

"Well, we've got a good five hours to go, so I'd say you have time."

Pit wasn't sure exactly what to tell Kelsey. He couldn't blab out that he was an angel, though he wasn't all that opposed to the idea. At one point in his life, telling a human that he was an angel would have been a total disaster. But telling her straight out wasn't the answer either. She wouldn't believe him.

"Well, for starters, Kaitlyn and I are still together."

"You are?! How did she move out to Ohio with you? I mean, she basically disappeared when you left. Are you two pretty close?"

"Yeah, she came with me and Kuro. And yes, we're pretty close."

Kelsey's smile was genuinely happy. "I'm glad to hear that. She always was a good girl, even if we didn't get alone super well at times. Her family situation wasn't the best, from what I heard through the grapevine."

"Yeah, she's great," Pit said with a smile.

"Are you two getting serious? Like marriage serious?"

Pit blinked a few times in surprise. "I guess I never really thought about that. We never really talk much about that."

"Well, you guys are legally allowed to get married, and you two have been together for at least three years now. That's a pretty long time to know someone. Do you guys live together?"

"We live nearby one another, but not in the same house."

Kelsey nodded. "I don't know, it just sounds like you two are ready to take a step further in your relationship. Of course, I might be totally off. I don't know how well it's going between you two. But you guys sound like you're getting along well and have been together for a while."

"Yeah, we are," Pit murmured. "I'm just…well, Kaitlyn usually instigated most of the conversations. I'm not very good at relationships."

"Have you two had sex?"

"Geez, no!" Pit yelped, going bright red. "If I'm not even considering marriage, why would we have had sex?"

Kelsey took her hands off the steering wheel for a moment and shrugged. "Hey, I had to ask! Have you even had sex before?"

"No!" Pit said, still shocked that she talked about things like that so casually without getting totally embarrassed. His own face was hot and flushed from even thinking about having sex with Kaitlyn.

Kelsey shrugged again. "Most people our age have had sex at least once. I've had sex with my past boyfriends multiple times."

"Can we please stop talking about this?" Pit pleaded, growing more and more flustered by the moment.

The car fell into silence, though Kelsey seemed to be enjoying the fact that she had made Pit uncomfortable. Pit squirmed in his seat a little, shifting so he looked out the window and so Kelsey could not see his angry, red face.

"I'm sorry," she finally said, though her voice was still heavily amused. "That was a little mean and pushy. But you and Kaitlyn are getting close, yeah? You haven't actually, like broken up or anything?"

"Of course not!" Pit snapped. "We've been together since we went here, since…I moved."

"Well, when you see her next, tell her hello for me. I wish you two all the best."

"Thanks," Pit said, feeling slightly grumpy at this point. "Are you with anyone? You used to be with someone in high school…what was his name…?"

"Elmer? Oh, we broke up years ago. Jason came after that, then came Rick, and a few more after that." She gave a long sigh, her shoulders dropping a little. "I kind of threw myself out there, and high school guys just want someone to notice them the way they notice girls. And I was happy to notice them if they gave me stuff. It was a win-win situation. Except I really just used them to get stuff, and they just wanted to find someone to show off to their friends and make them popular. Basically, it was bad on both ends." She gave a loud huff. "Yeah, none of them lasted very long. You and Kaitlyn…you had something special, something I really never got. You two had serious chemistry. I never really found anyone like that."

"I'm sure you will," Pit said immediately. "Everyone has someone out there that they click with."

Kelsey gave him a half smile. "Yeah, well, it's going alright now. I'm focusing more on my schoolwork than on guys these days, which seems to be working out just fine. You know, if you ever meet up with your cousin, I'm still single, and he was one fine looking guy."

Pit had to hold back a snort of laughter at the thought of Kuro going out with Kelsey, but he nodded and gave her a smile. "I'll let him know."

The rest of the trip seemed to go smoothly after that, the two of them chatting away about any random thing they could think about. After a while, they turned on the radio and Kelsey tried to teach Pit the lyrics to some of her favorite songs that had come on. Pit, being vocally challenged, enjoying trying, but wasn't nearly as good as Kelsey. She had a beautiful voice.

The sun was setting when the two of them pulled into the tiny town of Macomb. Kelsey glanced around, parking on the side of a road in the middle of the town square. "You sure this is where you want to go? There doesn't seem to be much around here except corn, and a small college."

"Yeah, this is it. Thanks for the ride, by the way. I hope you get lots of extra bonus points from Mr. Laurel."

"I hope so! I'm going to be driving until midnight to get home!"

"Will you be alright?"

Kelsey shrugged. "Sure. I've driven nearly all the way through the night before. This won't be too difficult. It was great catching up with you, Pit. Keep in touch, okay?"

"I'll try," Pit said with a smile as he exited the truck. He slammed the door shut behind him and waved to Kelsey as she drove off.

He had hardly watched the truck disappear behind the closest building when he heard a smooth voice come from behind him. "I thought I sensed you. It's a good thing I can guess where you're going to be."

Pit whipped around, coming face to face with the last person he expected to see. His dark doppelgänger stood tall and proud, dressed in a leather jacket, jeans, and skate shoes. His dark wings were massive and floated behind him as though on an invisible breeze. His red eyes winked. "I'm getting pretty good at sensing you."

"Kuro!" Pit exclaimed, grabbing the shadow angel into a massive hug. Kuro was stiff for a moment, then patted Pit on the back. "What the heck are you doing here?"

He held up a cell phone. "Nighthawk managed to get a hold of me. Said you might need my help. And, I found your friend." His wings shifted, allowing another figure to step into the dying sunlight.

"Kaitlyn!" The blonde girl smiled and grabbed Pit in a warm hug, which he gladly returned. "Where did you land? I thought I'd lost you!"

Kaitlyn shrugged as the two separated. "Well I ended up right where we needed to be. What about you? Where did you end up?"

"In Chicago! You won't believe what kind of day I just had!"

Kuro rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm sure we'd all love to hear about it, Pit, but let's get inside. We need to talk about our plan."


I know I said I'd get these up faster, and that's partially true. I'm writing faster. In fact, I'm on chapter 14 right now. The problem is I need them edited, and my sister takes a while. Thankfully, she's on break already, so we might get the next two or so chapters up sooner than this one.

Life is as exciting as always in college. I'm working really hard, already studying for finals, and am really just ready to go home. So, basically I'm counting down the days until I can go home (26 days and counting)

Thank you all who are out there reading loyally and making comments :) It means a lot to me!

~Pixie