"Just call me Krampus-" The voice chuckled, "A wasted allu-"

Kerry cut off whoever had her, "Krampus. The devil like creature that came along with Saint Nick. Came for the bad kids. Was wiped out by the American versions of Santa that were popularized by 'A Visit from St. Nicholas'."

The voice was silent for a moment, then took the loose hood off of Kerry's head. IT was a woman with dark shoulder length hair, dressed in a business suit. "So, you're not just a cookie maker and clothes mender after all."

"And who are you supposed to be?" Kerry pulled at her bindings. Her arms and legs were tied to the chair she was seated in. "You can untie me, I'm just preg..."

"No, I don't think I will. I don't know how much power you have Mrs. Claus."

Kerry resisted rolling her eyes, "I'm not legendary, just, legendary by marriage."

The woman tilted her head to one side, then backed out of the room, closing the door and setting the lock with a snick too.

Kerry glanced around. She was in, of all places, a guest room. The air felt neither cold nor hot, probably about 66 or 67 degrees Fahrenheit. That meant it was probably a house. It seemed as though whoever this woman was, Kerry was being kept in her house's guest room.

Kerry glanced towards the north. Being pregnant with two kids that were half Carol's did give her the ability to always know where north was. "I'm not one for rescues, but this one time, a rescue would be great." She winced as pain rippled through her. "Oh, crap. A contraction."

Carol stepped into her family's quarters and frowned. Generally it smelled at least like some sort of cookie or cake during Christmas Time. And generally at dinner time other cooking smells vied for attention as well. They were the first thing that assaulted Carol walked into her home, generally followed closely after by the boys. Not that she didn't cook too during her off months, but, Kerry seemed to like doing it, and her meals were beyond heavenly. But, the quarters smelled like, a house.

"Kerry? Kerry?"

Kerry didn't appear, but Henry did. "Mama's not with you Carol?"

The feeling started in the pit of her stomach and made its way up towards her throat, "No. No. Henry, call Curtis."

Henry nodded and went to what served as the North Pole's phone system as Carol climbed the winding stairs to the bedrooms and knocked on the door of the room SJ shared with Henry, "Hey, SJ, may I come in?"

"'Kay."

Carol sat on the edge of the bed, "Have you seen Kerry?"

He lifted one leg and one arm, "Fixed me."

"Not after that bud?"

He shook his head, "No... Mommy, what's wrong with Mama?"

Carol patted him on the back, "We just need to find her. I bet that she got distracted doing something really fun. But we still have to find her. So, Judy's going to come over for a bit. Okay? Can you be good for her?"

SJ frowned, then threw his arms around Carol's neck, "Find Mama, okay?"

Kerry grit her teeth as another contraction went through her. She did manage to put a blank look on her face as the door opened and the woman entered again. She had a water glass with her, "Drink?"

Kerry managed not to choke on the water as it first tried to go down the wrong pipe before it went down the right one. She coughed, "What do you want?"

The woman raised an eyebrow, "You must be new, did your Mr. Claus not tell you that Legendary Characters aren't just good guys... oh... and you don't have to pretend you're not in labor." Kerry's eyes went to the water glass, "And, no, I didn't put anything in the water either. No, I want you to have your two children..."

"I- it may not even work- we all could die."

The woman shook her head dismissively, "What, do you think that the North Pole is the only magic place on Earth. No... you're going to have your little magic twins and then I- am going to- win- once and for all. Promise or no Promise to my son."

She stalked from the room, slamming the door behind her, and Kerry may or may not have said 'wow' out loud. She wasn't sure since she was having another contraction. Because of the pain she didn't realize until a moment later that the door closing had shaken the room, and the water glass that the woman had left had fallen to the ground and was in quite a few useful looking pieces. Now, if she could get to the floor without landing on her belly.

She groaned, "First becoming Mrs. Claus, now, Secret Agent Weaver..."

"You can't just-"

Carol cut Curtis off, "You know that you're running everything up here anyway Curtis. So, keep doing what you're doing. I-" She put a hand over her heart, "I have a bad feeling about all this, and I made a promise to my son..." Carol paused for a moment, "To our son, to find his Mama. So, that's what I'm going to do. Watch."

Bernard handed Carol a non-Santa coat and Carol swung it on. "Tell me that you have some idea where I should start?"

Bernard shook his head, "No, but, you're married. So, close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths. If you can't feel where she is, then picture the Earth and try and feel where your daughters or sons are."

Everyone in the stable was dead silent. Finally Carol opened her eyes, "Okay, I- think." She walked to Vixen and patted him on the side. "I know that you feel like crap. Trust me, at this moment, so do I, but... I just need you to get me somewhere. 'Kay." Vixen slowly nodded his head.

Carol was about climb onto his back when Curtis grabbed her arm, "And, if... the Council of Legendary Figures appears? As they like to around Christmas."

Carol shook her head, "Stall... I will be back... With Kerry." She climbed onto Vixen and spoke mostly to herself as they headed towards the hole in the dome, "I promised her when we got married that she would always be safe, and Christmas or not Christmas, I'm not breaking that promise."