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Crossover: Wonderfalls which belongs Fox. Contains premise spoilers.
Chapter 3
Jaye stood in front of Niagara Falls. She watched of the water flow without really seeing it or feeling anything. Her life wasn't really going anywhere, and that didn't really bother much either. Family game night was tomorrow and she was once again invited to join in. Jaye shuddered at the thought and continued on her walk to her car. As she pulled out her keys she saw the inside of her car by a streetlight. She rolled her eyes up as she took a deep breath –it was time for her to clean out her car. She drove home to her trailer and parked her car. She then, under the light of another streetlight, emptied out her car. Tossing almost everything into the trash, stretched while yawning and went to her bed.
Anya appeared before the trash can which held over a dozen voices calling out to her. Soon Anya held in her hands several plastic bags. Each one screamed out different wishes, their 'voices' blurring together until a couple shouted in unison as the bags accepted certain wishes from other bags as their own. Anya sat stunned as she sent the plastic bags to a nearby grocery store to be recycled. Maybe they'd even remain together to make another item. You can't make plastic bags from plastic bags after all.
Those bags had been annoyed! And loud! They were made from oil so they would have been at a dump together for over 1,000 years, slowly poisoning the ground surrounding them. So many plastic bags end up in the dump instead of making it back to places where they could be recycled. One little bag had been so annoyed about the amount of money being spent to make them and them ending up in a dump. Sure 1 little bag wasn't much but all the bags in the United States alone cost over 4 billion dollars to make and use enough gasoline to make over 337 million gallons of gasoline.
Anya allowed the possibilities to flow through her before giving Jaye a unique gift of her own. That would answer the wishes she'd heard and granted- "I wish she would listen." "I wish she was more considerate." "I wish she could find her place in the world, and become the good person I'm sure she really is." And so Jaye would listen, to anything with a mouth to speak. How she chose to interpret what they said was up to her.
End – Chapter 3
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