It's been a week guys, and I'm sorry! I haven't had that long of a break between chapters...in...uh...forever. I apologize about that! Crazy week! BUT this chapter is extra long so I hope it'll make up for it!

Thanks for all the lovely reviews so far! Here's the long anticipated chapter seventeen!

Chapter 17: The Advice of Beyoncé

November 25, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
EPCOT

"Daddy, I'm tired."

Philby let out a dramatic sigh and picked up Lizzie. Willa did her best to hold back a laugh. Over the past few hours, Lizzie hadn't given Philby a break. Daddy this, daddy that…Willa was enjoying it. Lizzie had never done that with Spencer.

But then again, Spencer wasn't her father.

"So tell me Willa, why does that look familiar?" Willa followed Philby's finger, which was pointed at the Stave Church—part of the Norway Pavilion in EPCOT.

Willa let out a small, quick laugh. If he could only remember the few brief moments they had spent in there as a group. It was the first time Willa had actually been jealous of Charlene—back when she thought Philby liked her. It had only been for a few brief days, and looking back on it now it was silly and petty, but Willa remembered the horrible feelings she had harbored. She remembered the weird looks Finn and Philby had exchanged each time Charlene said anything. Willa thought of how horrible she felt when Philby had told her that he had kissed Charlene to break the spell.

But she also remembered their first kiss, when she was breaking the spell cast on him. And how ever since then, she had gotten all that she could have ever imagined—and more.

"What's so funny?" Philby asked her, bringing her out of her reminiscing state—something that had been happening a lot lately.

Willa gave him a smile. "Nothing." She pointed to the church. "Do you want to go in?"

"Uh…sure…" Philby readjusted their daughter on his hip and headed toward the church. "If it'll help me remember…" she heard him mumble to himself.

Willa walked behind him, following him into the church. Unlike the rest of Disney World, the inside of the church looked untouched. It looked the exact same as it had the last time she had been here. The fake people inside the displays still gave her the creeps—especially the father and son Vikings.

Philby set Lizzie down on the ground and walked over to one of the displays. Willa closed the door behind her and walked over, standing beside him. She couldn't remember the last time they had been this close.

She noticed Philby looking at her out of the corner of the eye, but she didn't dare look at him. Not now. Not when he could be remembering who she is.

He looked away, focusing in on the display, and sighed deeply—almost frustrated. "How come I don't remember yet?" He asked her in a hushed tone.

Willa put her hand on top of his. "You'll remember eventually, Philby."

He removed his hand from underneath her and Willa felt a sudden pang of loneliness. He never ever did that.

He turned around, leaning his back against the glass display, and crossed his arms, his eyes focusing on Lizzie, his mind far from her.

"You keep saying that, but that doesn't help me."

Willa turned around and mimicked his posture. "I…I can't just make you remember, Philby. It's different for every person."

"I should be able to figure this out," Philby sighed out of frustration.

Willa had had enough of his frustration.

She turned to face him. "Look at me, Philby."

He glanced her way and she tapped her foot out of impatience. He turned his whole body to face her, focusing all of his being in on her.

"You are the smartest man I know! I know that you will figure it out. You've got to stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it! You want to remember? Start asking questions! Maybe they answers will jog your memory! Let me take you to places we've been. Maybe that'll help!" Willa threw up her hands in frustration. "Heck, anything'll help at this point!"

"Okay, fine," Philby crossed his arms tighter. "Tell me stuff."

"What do you want to know Philby? That you and I have been married for over two years now? That Lizzie is your daughter? That you're the man that I've loved since I was fourteen? That you're my best friend? That you're the one person that can always make me smile on a bad day? That you've never met a problem you couldn't fix? That you—"

Philby held up a hand to stop her, his gaze set on the floor. Willa took a deep breath, letting all that she had said sink in. She watched him as he mulled over her words. She watched as the gears turned in his mind, something she found very attractive.

His gaze turned from the floor to her, locking eye contact. They both stood there, staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Willa didn't know what to say or do. The look in his eyes was confusing to her. She couldn't decipher it.

Philby closed the gap between them, placing his right hand on the back of her neck, pulling her into him for the long overdue kiss.

Willa had expected their first kiss since the curse to be awkward, but this was as passionate at all the others. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hand slowly worked its way from her neck, down her spine, to her lower back. His left hand joined it there and he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

It was as if time had stopped. The church disappeared. Lizzie disappeared. All the cares in the world disappeared. It was just Philby and Willa. Forever.

It was just like magic.

The kiss ended too soon, in Willa's opinion, and Philby pulled back, his arms still holding her close to him.

"Whoa." His eyes were wild. They had a spark that she hadn't seen in a very long time. A spark of hope ignited in Willa's heart. Maybe, just maybe…

"Philby?" She whispered only loud enough for him to hear her. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

A huge grin broke out on Philby's face. "Willa," he whispered back. "It's been a long time."

Willa, out of joy, pressed her lips on his again. She ended the kiss and she knew the smile would never leave her face. "You remember?"

"Sorry it took me so long," he kissed her on the cheek.

"That doesn't matter, sweetie, you're here now."

He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her into a hug. She let the tears fall onto his jacket. For the first time in months, these tears weren't those of sorrow, they were tears of joy. She finally got her husband, best friend and soul mate back.

Philby pulled back and put a hand on each cheek, studying her as he wiped the tears away. She saw tears slowly making their way down his cheeks. "I can't imagine the pain you went through—"

"Sweetie, don't do this to yourself, it's not your fault."

"But I should have been there for you, Willa. I'm your knight in shining armor, and I failed big time."

Willa shook her head. "You can never fail me."

She was about to kiss him again, but Lizzie tugged on her pant leg. "Mommy?"

Willa glanced down at her lovely daughter. "Yes, sweetie."

"Why are you and daddy crying?"

Philby squatted down so that he was Lizzie's height. "Daddy just remembered who he was, that's all."

Lizzie cocked her head to the side, out of confusion. "Why wouldn't you remember who you are? You're daddy!"

Philby laughed and picked her up, twirling her around. Seeing her laugh in his arms brought more tears of joy to Willa's eyes. Seeing father and daughter reunited was almost more than she could handle. They were finally back together. It almost seemed too good to be true.

Willa walked over to Philby once he stopped twirling Lizzie around and wrapped her arms around his waist. Willa kissed her daughter on the top of her head before kissing her husband on the lips.

"My two favorite girls," Philby said with a smile. "I'm the luckiest man in the world." Philby pulled Willa a little tighter, kissing her on the top of her head.

November 26, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Casey's Corner

Philby kissed his wife on the cheek as he sat down next to her, placing her plate of food in front of her.

"Okay, I know you two just got reunited yesterday and everything, but the PDA can stop." Maybeck blurted out. Charlene, Finn and Amanda laughed.

"Like you and Charlene are any better about it!" Willa retorted as she took a sip of her drink.

Maybeck stuck out his tongue, like a mature twenty-five year old, and dove into his food. Finn glanced Philby's way and shrugged, moving his attention to Lizzie, who was sitting in his lap.

If there was one thing that had always blown Philby's mind was how good Finn was with children. In Philby's eyes it was a crying shame that he didn't have kids yet. When they had graduated high school, Philby would have bet all the money he had to say that Finn and Amanda would have children first.

Good thing I didn't do that.

"Where's Jess?" Charlene asked the group, but it was clear she had intended it for Amanda. Ever since Philby had remembered yesterday, the group had all collectively decided to help Amanda remember—more for Finn's sake than hers.

At first, nobody said anything, which worried Philby. Did nobody really know where Jess was at the current moment?

Luckily, Amanda broke the silence. "She's got to be on her way by now. She knows she's supposed to be here by December 1st."

Everybody waited for her to say more—except Finn, who was playing with Lizzie—but nothing ever came.

"She'll probably be late, like usual," Maybeck added as he stuffed a hot dog in his mouth. "She tends to be 'fashionably late.'"

Charlene punched him in the arm and Willa rolled her eyes.

"Have some faith Maybeck," Finn said with a smile. "I mean she won't be that late."

Finn winked at Maybeck and Lizzie burst into laughter. Something Philby had always admired about his daughter is her laugh. Lizzie was either laughing or asking questions—something she inherited from him, no doubt. She always loved hanging around Uncle Finn and Uncle Maybeck, something Philby wasn't sure to be happy or worried about.

"I'm sure she'll come busting in with some lame excuse," Maybeck cleared his throat and started talking in a high-pitched, "cheerleader" voice—which honestly sounded more like Charlene than Jess, but Philby wasn't going to point that out. "I was like drawing out a dream, and it was like all intense, and I was like all scared, and like Finn, you should be like worried for your…like…life."

Philby couldn't help it. This time he burst into laughter, along with Finn and Willa. Charlene rolled her eyes and Amanda looked down-right confused.

"She doesn't talk like that, does she?" Amanda asked Finn.

Finn composed himself and patted her on the shoulder. "No, sweetheart, of course not. It's just…this one time…" Finn held back laughter "in senior year…"

The laughter made it hard for him to talk and Maybeck continued Finn's train of thought.

"She burst into Finn's room during our Call of Duty marathon, and she was a little dunk...and she was talking like that!" Maybeck crossed his arms and pouted, probably because he was still mad for losing that marathon.

"And...she was talking like that," Finn finished in between laughs.

"Oh I'm sure she wasn't!" Charlene defended. "If anyone's going to talk like that it's me!"

Maybeck burst into laughter again. "That's for sure. Oh Lord, I remember this one time—"

An arrow embedded itself in the plastic picnic table that they were sitting at. The three girls gasped, Maybeck jumped up out of shock, and Finn held Lizzie closer to his chest. Philby, like an idiot, froze in shock.

A second arrow followed, slicing through Philby's plate of food. Some of the food splashed on Philby and Willa, but interestingly enough, Philby didn't move. He was frozen in shock.

Great, Finn thought to himself. Our smartest guy isn't being very helpful right now.

Finn stood up, handing Lizzie to Amanda. "Take her and get to safety."

"I…I…" Amanda glanced over at Willa and Charlene, who immediately scurried off into Casey's and started snaking through the abandoned shops toward Wayne's apartment.

Finn glanced at Maybeck and they both knew what they needed to do. Each of them grabbed one of Philby's arms and pulled him to his feet. Maybeck raced off toward Adventureland to grab some of the real swords he had hidden somewhere in the Pirates of the Caribbean shop.

A third arrow flew over Finn's head and busted through the glass at the top of streetlamp two feet away. The glass rained down on them and Philby finally snapped out of his daze.

Finn and Philby ran into Casey's and threw themselves over the counter and ducked down as arrows flew through the windows, hitting the wall and falling at their feet.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Philby yelled out in a full-out British accent, something that only happened in situations like this.

"Like I know!" Finn yelled back. "Who's attacking?"

"I don't know! I literally just remembered! Who's after us?"

"Besides Maleficent? I don't know! She probably kept all of the OT's in this new world of hers!"

The sound of the arrows breaking the window glass made it harder for Finn to hear Philby, but that didn't stop them for yelling at each other.

"You think all of the OT's are here somewhere?"

Finn shrugged. "It makes sense!"

Maybeck hurried in next to him, three swords in hands. "It's time to raise hell boys. Just like old times!" Maybeck handed a sword to each of them.

"Shouldn't we just get guns? That would work much better!" Philby reasoned as he weighed the sword in his hand, getting a feel for it.

"Those guys only have bows and arrows. If we get close enough, they're not going to know what to do. That's where we come in." The gleam in his eyes made Finn realized he was up to no good. If there was one thing Maybeck was good at, it was fighting.

"Do we have a plan or are we just causing chaos?" Philby asked Finn.

Finn let a grin grow on his face as he got onto his feet, still squatting so the arrows couldn't get his head. "Causing chaos."

Maybeck held up three fingers, dropping one for each second that passed by. When all three disappeared, all three boys ran out from behind the counter and started wrecking havoc on their attackers.

In a matter of five minutes, all but two soldiers had fallen. Finn hadn't seen Maybeck in a few minutes—which was either really good or really bad. He hoped the latter wasn't true.

But knowing his luck, it was.

Finn twirled the sword in hand, waiting for the soldier to attack him. He knew by their outfits that they were sent by Maleficent. But the real question wasn't why there were here, it was how did she know they were here? Wayne had claimed it was hidden from her.

Wayne had some explaining to do. What's new?

Finn had had enough of the soldier's nonsense. He advanced on the soldier and knocked the bow out of his hands in a matter of seconds. With a few moves he didn't know he could do, Finn had given the soldier a few cuts and knocked the soldier to the ground.

Finn stood over him and put his foot on his neck. He made sure not to apply enough pressure to kill him—at least not before he got some information out of him.

"Why did she send you?" He asked the soldier.

The soldier struggled to get Finn's foot off of his neck, failing with each attempt. Finn found it awfully quiet, but didn't dare look around to see what had happened to Maybeck, Philby, or the second soldier.

Finn leaned down, unintentionally applying more pressure to the soldier's neck. "Why did she send you?"

"To…k-k-k-kill you!" The soldier managed to spit out. Finn removed his foot and walked a few steps away from the soldier, his sword pointed at the soldier, in case he wanted to try anything.

"I will let you live, if you leave right now and swear not to return."

The soldier caught his breath as he stood up. He looked straight at Finn and laughed. "You're a coward if you are serious of suggesting such things."

Finn took a step closer, keeping his sword level with the man's heart. "Do you really want to test me right now? You won't live to see another day."

The soldier laughed dryly. "Go ahead." He spread his arms out. "Go ahead and kill me. See how many reinforcements she sends in after us."

"Why did she send you?" Finn asked for a third time.

"To kill you," the soldier spat off sarcastically. "I already said this."

Finn noticed the soldier's hand was drifting toward something in his pocket—a gun.

Time to go, Finn thought to himself.

Finn took a step back and lowered his sword. "Go and tell her that I'm coming for her. She ruined my life, now it's time for me to ruin hers. Make sure she knows that."

"Oh she knows you're coming for her. That's why we're here: to get to you first."

"We'll looks like you've failed. Time to go home solider." Finn took another step backwards. He didn't like the look in the soldier's eyes.

"Have we? Look around, Finn Whitman."

Normally, Finn wouldn't fall for a trick like that, but he turned his head to his left and saw Philby on the ground. Bloody hell, he's not moving, Finn cursed inside his head. He turned his head to the right this time and didn't see Maybeck, which he was now taking as a really bad sign.

He refocused in on the soldier. "You won't win. She won't win!"

"We'll see about that," the soldier's wily grin didn't settle well with Finn. The soldier reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun.

As he raised it to shoot, Finn charged him. Later he would wonder why he did this. Was it out of desperation? Was it out of stupidity? Was it courageous and heroic? He would never figure it out.

The soldier struggled to keep the gun in his hand as Finn raised his sword, aiming at the neck.

The next few seconds blurred. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he found himself lying on the ground, his stomach burning in pain and shrieks echoing throughout the abandoned park. He couldn't see the soldier. Heck, he couldn't see anything. His vision was blurred to the point that the colors were swirling together. He knew someone was leaning over him, but he couldn't tell who it was. The sound was muffled, so he couldn't hear the voice clearly. The pain in his stomach erupted like a forest fire, spreading through his body slowly. Soon the pain was going to be too much to handle, he figured it was going to be sooner rather than later.

Finn closed his eyes, for the pain was too much, and let the world of darkness take him for a short while.

Maybeck stumbled down the street, clutching his freshly reopened wound tight with his left hand. His right hand loosely gripped around the sword's handle.

He worked his way down the cobblestone street toward Wayne's apartment, where the girls were waiting for them. He had to get back to Charlene. He was not going to die in Magic Kingdom—it would be too ironic. He could see his obituary now: Child star, former-DHI, Terry Maybeck dies in ambush on Main Street, U.S.A.

He could hear the Fates laughing at him now.

He reached the steps and dropped the sword. He clutched the railing with all his strength and pulled himself up the steps. He reached the door and banged on it with his fist as hard as he could.

Bang...bang...bang...

Maybeck's pain and exhaustion from battle got the best of him. He collapsed us against the door as Charlene opened it. Luckily, she had quick reflexes and caught him in her arms.

She helped him over to the couch, where he laid down on his back. She held back the gasp when she saw the blood staining the shirt.

"Oh Terry," she mumbled as she stood up. She returned a few seconds later with a wash cloth and a first-aid kit. She pulled a chair right up next to the couch and started to clean the wound.

The sound of Charlene ripping off the gauze taped to his stomach made Maybeck cringe. Out of old habits, he put a hand on her knee, squeezing it tight.

Charlene started dabbing his reopened wound with the wet washcloth, her free hand resting on top of the hand on her knee.

He wanted nothing more than to follow the advice of Beyoncé and put a ring on it. That was something they'd have to talk about soon: whether or not they were going to go back to being engaged. But for right now, he was glad that she didn't ask any questions. He could tell she was content with the silence.

Willa, on the other hand, wasn't.

Willa hurried into the room, with Lizzie following behind. She saw Maybeck and gasped. "Maybeck!"

Willa stood behind Charlene's chair and gave him a worried look.

"Where's Philby and Finn?"

"Not sure," Maybeck croaked out. "Lost them somewhere."

Willa put a hand on her chest to steady her breathing and moved to the nearest chair. He could tell by the way she was trying to take deep breaths that she was trying so hard not to cry.

Lizzie walked up to Maybeck and pointed at the wound. "What happened Uncle Maybeck?"

Maybeck cracked a smile, to show her that he wasn't in pain. "A little boo-boo. That's all."

"It looks like you spilled ketchup on your shirt."

Maybeck and Charlene laughed. Charlene patted Lizzie on the head. "Oh silly Lizzie."

Lizzie smiled up at Charlene and scurried off. Charlene focused in on Maybeck.

"Maybe you should see a doctor, Terry," she suggested. "This keeps getting worse."

"I can't. Then she'll find us."

Charlene smirked. "I think she already did."

"Point taken," Maybeck added as he reached out for her hand. She re-bandaged his wound and pulled down his shirt.

"All better, for now."

"Until I decide to screw up and hurt it all over again?" Maybeck flashed a grin up at his favorite girl.

Charlene rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot," she whispered as she leaned in to give him a quick kiss. She stood up and walked out of the room.

Willa glanced over to the door, deep in thought. "I hope all three of them are okay," she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

"Three? There's only two."

Willa turned to him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Amanda went after you guys a few minutes ago. I'm surprised you didn't pass her."

Maybeck closed his eyes and prayed that Amanda had found Finn and Philby. They both had to be alive. They just had to be.

Amanda saw Finn charge the remaining solider. She saw the gun pointed at his stomach. She heard the gun go off and saw how Finn fell to the ground. She knew for a fact that it would be haunting her in her nightmares for the rest of eternity.

She hurried over to him as the solider hurried off. She stood over Finn's body and pushed the soldier into oblivion—or as close as humanly (or should she say fairly?) possible.

She knelt down by Finn, not bothering to see where the soldier had flown off to, and saw that he had passed out.

"Finn," Amanda whispered as she shook his shoulders a little bit. "Finn, please, wake up."

She continued to shake him, but there was no response. She glanced in the direction that she had pushed the soldier and saw that he was nowhere to be found. She did her best to pull herself up.

"Here, let me help."

Amanda turned around and watched as Philby leaned down to help her pick up Finn. She noticed the two long cuts: one on his left arm and one on his forehead.

Get Finn to safety first, ask Philby about the cuts later.

November 27, 2358
Forbidden District, Lake Buena Vista, Florida, US
Wayne's Apartment

5:57 A.M.

Finn slowly opened his eyes. The amount of pain he was in could not be understated. He tried to sit up, but was forced back down by a gentle hand.

"You'll only hurt yourself even more," Amanda whispered.

In the dark, he couldn't see her, but her voice was close, that much he cold tell. The window blinds had been closed, creating strange shadows across the room. A lamp clicked on and the room was revealed.

He saw Amanda sitting on the edge of the pullout couch bed that he was currently lying on. On the floor in a makeshift bed, Willa had fallen asleep in Philby's arms. He saw a bandage wrapping around his head, but wasn't surprised. They had been attacked yesterday. It looked as if someone had draped a blanket or two over them after they had fallen asleep. Charlene, Maybeck and Lizzie were nowhere to be seen, presumably in the bedroom.

Amanda scooted closer to him on the bed and placed a cold, wet washcloth on his forehead.

"What time is it?" Finn managed to say. The pain extended to his throat, making each word as painful as getting stabbed with a knife.

"It's almost six in the morning," Amanda's gentle voice always seemed to soothe him. He could tell by the look on her face that she had stayed up most of the night worried.

"What…what happened?"

Amanda gave him a sympathetic look. "You got shot. You're lucky that the bullet didn't hit anything important."

Finn subconsciously placed a hand on his stomach and felt the huge bandage covering the small area on his stomach. It was below the ribs, but above the hips, slightly off centered. Amanda was right, he was lucky.

"We need Jess. She probably drew something."

Amanda raised an eyebrow but didn't question. Finn was mentally slapping himself across the face. He kept forgetting that she didn't remember.

"Do you want to call her? Surely she's got a cell phone with her," Amanda offered.

Finn nodded and Amanda reached over to the coffee table that had been pushed aside, presumably to fit the pullout couch bed in the small living room. She picked up Finn's cell phone and handed it to him.

Out of old habit, he dialed speed dial number 6—Jess Lockhart's old phone (pre-curse). The line immediately cut off, telling him that this number didn't exist anymore.

Of course that number doesn't work, Finn thought to himself. He noticed that he had two new text messages. He opened it and saw that they were both from Wayne.

Try Bryan Memorial Hospital, Lincoln, Nebraska

The number for the hospital was in the next text. Along with why she was there.

Finn swallowed down the fear and worry and dialed the number and asked to speak with Jessica Lockhart.

The nurse kindly told him that he would be able to talk to her in a few minutes, after she found her.

He waited patiently as the nurse found Jess in the hospital. After a few minutes, someone got on the line.

"Hello?"

"Jess!" Finn exclaimed a little bit too loud for the early morning. "Oh thank goodness you're okay!"

Amanda gave him a strange look. He felt guilty for not telling her what had happened to her sister. But in his defense, she didn't remember Jess.

"Uh…who is this?"

"It's me, Finn! I mean…uh…Daniel. You know me as Daniel."

"Oh, Daniel! Hey, now's not the best time."

Finn heard her footsteps begin again, and he could tell she had started pacing—something Jess did when she was extremely worried.

"Look Jess…I know Patrick is in a hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska."

"How do you—"

"I have my sources!" Finn blurted out, cutting her off.

He gathered his thoughts and continued before Jess could retort. "I need you to come back to the forbidden district…like…now."

"What?" She blurted out. She lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "What do you mean come back now?"

"We've got some…stuff that's happened. We need you to come back now and help us."

"But Patrick…he's not waking up…"

Finn took a deep breath. He didn't want to say what was coming next, but he had to.

"I know Jess, I know, but we need you now. The sooner the better."

Some shouting outside made both Finn and Amanda glance toward the covered up windows. Amanda turned back to Finn with a worried expression. He put a finger to his lips. Maybe if they were quiet they would just go away.

Whoever they were.

"But Patrick—"

"Jess, you'll have to leave him." Finn added in a whisper. "I'll make sure he's okay."

"But—"

"Jess, I know this is hard—"

Something flew through the window and rolled onto the living room floor. Amanda peered over the bed to look at it. Smoke slowly flowed out of the device.

Finn grabbed Amanda by the back of her shirt and pulled her back toward him.

"Smoke bomb," he whispered into her ear. She nodded without looking back at him. Her eyes were fixed on the bomb, waiting for it to explode. She slowly stood up and turned around to help him, checking over her shoulder to look at the bomb every few seconds.

"Daniel?" Jess asked over the phone.

Amanda helped Finn up and they started moving away from the bomb, since it was right at the foot of the bed. Luckily no one else was close enough for serious damage.

"Daniel?" Jess blurted through the phone.

As Amanda and Finn stumbled through the living room, Finn somehow managed to pull the phone to his ear and yell: "Jess. Come quick! She—"

The bomb went off, sending huge amounts of smoke into the room. The phone dropped out of Finn's hand as he collapsed to the ground. The smoke was too much to handle.

He tried to grab hold of Amanda, but somehow he lost hold of her—just like when the curse was enacted. The irony of the situation could not be overstated.

Finn tried covering his mouth and nose with his shirt, but he couldn't find the strength.

Slowly, he felt whatever the smoke was getting to him. The images blurred. The noise muffled.

Then black.

So what do y'all think? What's going to happen next? Any ideas? Will Jess get there in time? Who threw the smoke bomb? What's Maleficent got in store?

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