They spent their days in their own little world, finding something new each day to enjoy together. He was at her side at every turn, to lift her when she fell, or just to make her smile.

They walked forever on those plains of ever bending reality together, revealing their innermost thoughts to each every step of the way. He wanted nothing more. Neither did she.

They lived there among their bliss for almost over a month, and they never even bothered about the time. Timmy was more than enamoured. He couldn't stop cursing himself for never seeing what was in front of his eyes all along. He was going to make sure that he made up for all the missed time. But the real world has a weird way of tugging you back to it.

Something was troubling the magic inside Timmy.

Almost like a sixth sense, it was warning him that something bad was about to happen.

He sighed. Looks like it's time to leave the dream he thought, and finally started the heart-wrenching process of pulling their consciousnesses apart.

Timmy awoke in a hospital bed. That kinda surprised him.

He tried to get up.

Then it didn't surprise him anymore. He could barely move.

They had dreamt for so long that they had totally forgotten about their bodies in the real world. They must have been found in their coma-like state, and taken them to the Dimmsdale Hospital to be taken care of.

"Timmy?"

Tootie's voice called hiss attention to a bed just beside his. Those few weeks spent outside of consciousness had left her a little gaunt, but that glimmer in her eyes and smooth cheeks were still there.

And she was still holding his hand.

The silence of the hospital walkways helped him to realize that they had probably woken up on the night shift and no one had even realized that they were awake.

Well, almost no-one it seemed.

From a corner of the room, Timmy caught a glimpse of a shadow moving from off the ground and start moving towards the bed.

Trixie Tang was in love.

Not some kiddy crush, teddy bear snuggle chibi cute kind of way, but in a deeper more passionate manner that had her hanging on this guy's every word like it was gospel.

At first.

As it turns out, Trixie's love for him had grown so immensely that she was thinking of him every minute of the day. She had almost lost her mind with worry when she heard that he went missing and no-one could tell her where he was. She had spent three days straight clawing at her floorboards feeling completely helpless and scared. When he had been found by the missing persons department after a month of mere existence she cried tears of joy and was past hysterics. Simply collapsing on the ground when she heard.

Then she saw it.

She stood outside the house where he had been found (it was some girl named Tootie's house) when the officers came out of the house. Someone had been by the house looking for the parents. They not only found the parents gone, but both children unconscious and Vicky scrubbing the floors. She had been at it for so long that her hands had started to bleed, and the blood loss had nearly killed her, in her current state, it was impossible to ask her anything.

But as they were being carried out of the house to the waiting ambulance, she caught a glimpse of the two of them locked in an embrace that no one seemed to be able to break.

While unconscious.

Her mind went blank. She turned her head away and covered it with her favourite hoodie. It had been the very first thing that Timmy had touched for her and she carried it everywhere she went. She even slept clutching it every night. As it covered her, she let his smell bathe her in an aroma of ecstasy that excited her, and then suddenly threw her into a rage.

That Whore! That Tramp! Who was she to think that his love could belong to anyone but Trixie Tang? That she could actually take him away from her?

Then it hit her.

That girl wasn't the only one who'd try to take away his love for her. He had family and friends to compete with for his time and affection. She had to stop him from slipping away from her. So she did.

An accident along the road leading to Mt. Dimmsdale had put an end to his parents. Examination of the accident scene had suggested that apparently someone had cut the brake lines on the car.

Chester McBadbat had been found dead in Dimmsdale's trailer park area the night after. He had been attacked by an unknown assailant and mercilessly beaten to death.

A.J. Had been found hours after just inches away from his doorway. The resident genius had been force fed an acid that had destroyed his insides in minutes.

And Trixie Tang was still missing.

Anyone who saw here now would probably call her crazy, but every genius had an unstable side, she giggled to herself.

So she had snuck into the room where both Timmy and Tootie were. She had stared at his angelic face for almost 2 hours, but now it was time to lie to rest her greatest grievance.

That grievance had apparently just woken up.

Trixie slowly pulled a syringe out of her coat pocket and headed towards the bed. She would be the only one he would ever need. She would prove it.