The camera came on in black and white. At first it was a close up of a young girl's neck and then she backed up and sat on the chair nobody could see. Her hair hadn't been brushed in, perhaps, years and it was in six large dreads.

"I think it's on," she whispered nervously to herself and cleared her throat. "If you're watching this it means you found me and you really do care. I didn't want you to throw away your life if this didn't work so I wanted to give mine. I needed to. Before I met you I was miserable. I had a family once, long ago but we were far from the happy family we wanted to be. Because of this my parents died. I won't bore you with the details."

She shifted in the chair and looked down at something in her hand. "We all have roles in this world, my mother used to tell me. There are only 10 main kinds. You're here to protect us or you're here to inspire us or you're here to define or teach us. You're here to guide us or to lead us or to defend us. You're here to guard us or to save us…or to create. The 10 main roles only appear in times of trouble. They are roles I never forget and ones I do not belong in. I am only here to help you."

The girl looked up into the camera. "My name is Maggie, I am a 14-year-old girl making a very adult decision. Soon my soul will be home…" The camera shut off leaving a black screen.

Slowly the plants came back from wherever they hid, as did the animals that accompanied them. 7 and 9 learned quickly how to defend them from the threats and 3 and 4 learned how far they could wander before running back home. Everything 0 knew as a human was coming back, she should be happy that the sun shined brightly and the night sky was starry and happy. But none of this made her smile like the others.

0 touched her chest where a purple cloth was patched.

"Some called me Satan, the devil, a demon, a monster, and some merely call me evil. I am everyone's nightmare." His voice rang through her head. His voice was filled with darkness and terror and a perverted happiness mixed in.

3 was the one who proposed they should call him Nightmare. It was the only name that seemed to fit. Who was this Nightmare? What did he want? Was this her role? If it was she wanted to die with Nightmare.

The curtain pulled back revealing the reflection of 7 from the window. "0," her voice was soft, everyone's was. Everyone was afraid that a harsher tone might break her further. "You should come out with us. The Twins miss you."

0 looked down at her hands.

"I know you're depressed because you couldn't raise 1." 7 put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "But that's okay. He's still watching us."

0 nodded and walked slowly outside but she didn't want to go. Still, she forced herself outside into the sun. 3 and 4 stopped chasing each other to look at her then they bound toward her, jumping on her in a hug.

4 clicked slow enough for her to catch what he said. "Are you feeling better today?"

She clicked her eyes just as slowly, trying to remember the number of clicks for each word. "A little."

4 repeated this back to 3.

9 chuckled as he approached. "You're finally coming out to the land of the living. That's good. You must be feeling a lot better." He put his hand on her shoulder before pulling her into his embrace. She could feel 7 hug her while 9 still hugged her.

Soon 3 and 4 grabbed one of her hands and pulled her away. 0 could hear 7 laughing while she was pulled away.

"Back to the records?" She asked them.

3 nodded and clicked too quickly for her to follow but she tried anyway. "…But…7…9…and…."

4 pushed his twin. "She can't follow!" If they had voices she imagined 4 would be scolding him.

"Sorry," 3 looked down, almost embarrassed. "Yes we are going to the recorder but 4 and I had an idea. About 7 and 9."

"You know the last time you did something with 7 and 9 involved you two wouldn't leave the room for weeks!" 0 stopped them just short of the recorder.

"But this one is different because you're going to help us." They pulled her closer. Near the gramophone stood a table and two chairs with colored wax in the middle of the table.

"Hey wait, I wanted to do this idea weeks ago and you two said something about it not working." 0 folded her arms.

3 grinned, "I don't remember that."

She pushed him as she walked toward the gramophone and turned it on. Claire de Lune played again. "This was a nice choice, guys." She turned to the Twins. "So what's the plan?"

The two grinned and started to fill her in.

It took a few more hours to get everything ready. They didn't really need food but 3 and 4 insisted that they do it exactly like in the books they've found a week ago. Whatever they didn't have they attempted to recreate using other things they found.

When they were done 3 and 4 ran off to get 7 and 9. They would come back in different directions. 0 climbed on top of the gramophone with the needle off the recorder. She watched it spin. The wind blew around her, hugging her, caressing her body gently.

The sun was setting. The sky was clear. The scene was perfect.

"Where are we going, 4?" 7's voice came from behind her.

"Give that back, 3!" 9's voice called from in front of her.

0 placed the needle on the record just as everyone emerged from the grass. 7 gasped softly when she took in the scene. 9 just stood, staring.

"Did you three do all of this?" 7 looked from 3 to 4 to 0.

Suddenly 3 and 4 pushed 9 and 7 close together.

9 chuckled nervously. "I think they want us to dance." He mused.

Slowly they started spinning. 0 grabbed 3 and 4's hands and pulled them away to leave the two alone. However, she didn't drag them very far before she stopped to watch them.