Disclaimer: Eoin Colfer owns all the characters. I own nothing.

Angeline Fowl
These past few years have been a bit of a blur. First there was Arty disappearing for three years. In the middle of those years the twins were born. When Arty came back, I fell ill. When I finally did get better I found out that fairies were real and that Arty was going off with them and saving the world. I then get a call from Butler telling me that Arty was suffering from a mental disease much like OCD. Finally, just when Artemis (my husband) and I thought we could have a proper holiday, I learn that a crazed pixie wanted to take over the world and that my poor Arty died stopping her. Oh yes, they brought him back to life but he's never been the same since. How much more am I expected to take?

All right, I have to calm down. For my children's sake if anything, I need to stay calm. Ranting will not solve any of my problems. Let's think. Arty's been acting strange this past month since he came back. He's been locked up in his office practically all the time. He doesn't talk to us anymore and won't even play with the twins. Something's up and I intend to find out what.

I don't think Butler's any the wiser. I see him standing outside Artemis's door a lot, enquiring as to whether he's needed. Every time he is either met with silence or a curt refusal. To make matters harder, Myles and Beckett are wandering round pestering me to play with them or asking me where Arty is. Really, it's giving me a migraine.

Juliet's been doing the best she can to help but the girl isn't the greatest. She looks after the twin's fine but it always seems to culminate in a huge yelling noise and sometimes a few crashes. I fear she is teaching them some wrestling skills. She isn't the best cook either. I've had to scrub the burnt bits off that many pots and pans my hands are red raw. Speaking of food, I'd best go and cook the dinner. Ah, I see Juliet heading that way too. I'd better deter her.

One of Arty's inventions just landed on my palm. It has a note attached to it. I take it off and thank the little creature. I open the note and being to read. Oh no. No no no. Dinner can wait; I must go and find my husband and show him this. Maybe he can stop Arty.

I run off with a scrap of paper clutched to my chest.

Mother
I want to thank you. You have looked after me all these years and loved me, however difficult I may have been. Show this note to father if you must but I doubt he'll be able to stop me either. No, I know he won't be able to stop me. Nobody will. You haven't complained when I've been off with Holly and the rest of them although you've pestered me to stay safe. You do worry so don't you? They say a mother knows her child better than anyone. I'm sure you've noticed that I've been acting strangely ever since I've returned from the dead. You should know why. I am merely a spirit inhabiting a clone's body. My spirit was forced to stay on earth after my death but now it is able to go to the afterlife. The only thing stopping it is the body. I want to stay on earth as much as anyone but my spirit will never rest until it can leave to the afterlife. I think you know what I'm saying by now. There is nothing you can do. It is my decision to make and mine alone. I have made my choice mother. I'm sorry. Tell that to Myles and Beckett, will you? They won't understand why they can't see me anymore, why they'll never see me again. Just make sure they remember me. I love you Mum.
Your loving son
Artemis Fowl II