Author's Note: I had this written yesterday, but my internet was down and my sister just managed to get it back.

Disclaimer: I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on...

Sarah smiles and nods her head as she leaves the kitchen. Mrs. Jones is not so pleased about the arrangement. "I mean really Benny why would you send our little Diane off with a stranger to a whole 'nother state? I'm worried that something will happen to her! Please reconsider for my sake and our daughters."

"Abigail I know you always thought that the stories of Sarah were just a bunch of junk, but this girl is as good as gold in my family. She's a smart, brave girl-, woman, and she will keep Diane safe." Benny gives his wife a silencing look before he walks out of the house to see if he can find a train ticket to Bethel.

"Sarah this is so exciting! I can't believe dad is going to let us go to Woodstock and for an important mission too! I feel like a super hero! Or maybe a spy! Oooo I can't wait to get there and see all the musicians playing and help you find your friend James and set him up with his wife Jane and become apart of my very own Sarah Faraday story!" Diane chatters excitedly as she throws clothes into a suitcase. They all appear to be similar to the hippie-ish clothes that Sarah is currently wearing.

"Maybe you shouldn't pack that top Diane; it shows a bit too much skin." Sarah off handedly comments as she watches her young protector pack. "I think that we should have some sturdier clothes because we're not sure what it's going to be like at Woodstock." After Diane gives her a look Sarah cringes. "I sound just like my mother. Oh god I'm getting Old."

After packing the suitcase half full of flimsy hippie clothing and half comfortable camping-type clothing Diane and Sarah decide to venture out of the bedroom. "Hello? Mom? Dad? We finished packing. I don't think its past noon yet." Diane putters along in the front just in case the pair runs into Mrs. Jones. There was no response so she tries again, a little louder this time. "Mom! Dad! We finished packing!" Nothing. "Sarah…! What's going on?" Diane's voice had dropped to a whisper as if she were afraid to be too loud in the silent house.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you go to your room and wait for me to find out what's wrong-, I mean, what's going on here." Sarah slowly tip toes around the corner and her breath hitches. The house seems empty. Sarah hears a soft sound, she can't quite make it out, and she scuttles over to the source. Sarah leans her ear against the door to the outside and hears what can now be made out as singing. "Mrs. Jones must be out in the back, which is why she didn't hear Diane calling." Sarah slowly opens the back door and sticks her head out to see Mrs. Jones singing and weeding the garden. "Mrs. Jones? We are done packing for the trip. Have you seen Mr. Jones anywhere?"

Mrs. Jones stops singing to glare at the offending head sticking out of the door frame. "Why don't you come outside for a little chat Sarah dear? We have some air to clear before I let you take my daughter away."

Sarah nods slowly as she walks completely out of the door. "I would really like to make things civil between us as well. Your hostility confuses me because I never did anything to you."

Mrs. Jones smirks. "Well demon spawn you have done something to me. You ruined my life and now you're going to ruin my daughter's life." She stands up and brushes the dirt onto her pants leg. "I don't trust you as far as I can throw you but because you can't seem to leave me alone when I want you to, I figured I should clear the air and make everything crystal clear."

Sarah bristles. "I have done nothing to ruin your life and I am not going to ruin Diane's! I love her like she's my family and I would never hurt my family!"

Mrs. Jones lets out a course laugh. "You say that, but you left Mrs. Jayne alone and she didn't understand what was going on did she? And if you had been more aware then Mr. James would not have been attacked by the Weeping Angel all those years ago now would he?"

"Let's stay home instead and watch that new movie, James."

"Okay, I guess we can do that instead, but I still think that going to the new skating rink would be much more fun."

"I know you guys are in the middle of something but I'm too old to be lugging things to the storage unit. Just remember to be careful!"

"You don't know anything! It's not my fault! He Tripped Over The Mirror! I Just Got Unlucky! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" Sarah burst into tears and collapsed into a sobbing mess on the grass.

"Well if you and Mr. James isn't your fault then Abigail McComb most certainly is! That Weeping Angel was looking for you and it happened to find a little girl who got up to get a glass of water. She knew she wasn't supposed to have anything to drink or she'd wet the bed, but she was so thirsty and she was a big girl anyways. She just wanted a glass of water and Then You Had To Go And Summon The Damned Angel! ALL I WANTED WAS A GLASS OF FUCKING WATER!"

Sarah looks up stunned, her puffy eyes widening. "You're Abigail McComb?" At Mrs. Jones nod Sarah stands slowly. "I was going to look for you. Make sure you were okay. I didn't mean for you to get wrapped up in this mess." Sarah throws her hands skyward. "Hell, I didn't even want to get wrapped up in this mess!"

Abigail Jones looks dubiously at Sarah. "Well you did and now you're going to give my baby girl over to those horrible monsters!"

After wiping her eyes dry Sarah attempts a smile at Abigail. "Well I can promise that adult Diane went forward in time just like she was supposed to and she is happily married with a lovely daughter. You have nothing to worry about. Nothing will happen to her as long as I am around."

Mrs. Jones gives Sarah a tentative smile and goes back to her plants. Sarah nods once and scrubs her face quickly with her hand before going back inside the house. "Everything's fine Diane. I found your mother in the garden and hopefully your dad will be home soon."

Benny chooses this moment to walk in the front door waving two tickets and shouting, "I've got a present for somebody!"

Both Diane and Sarah run to him and excitedly hold out their hands. "Each of you has one round trip ticket to Bethel, New York that leaves on Thursday, August 14 at 8 o'clock in the morning. So make sure you're all packed and that you get some shut eye."

See see? I can post things in a timely manner! Love you all!