Okay, so the Basil we have here might not be anything like the one in the movie, but I tried. I hope you'll forgive me for being so late!!
And here we are: CHAPTER 2!!
Chapter 2
Reunited
A twenty-six year-old, golden-furred mouse sat down in a cave, leaning casually against the rocky wall. His striking, charming brown eyes looked at the dark, rainy sky. As he looked on, the clouds parted a bit, revealing the white disc that was the moon. He smiled, remembering his sister. "Selene…" he murmured. "I hope you got that message…I love you, dear sister…Please forgive me…" He didn't know why he was saying this to the moon. Only parchment could deliver the message, not words spoken. However, he figured he held a deep hope that his sister would hear him, even if he was a long way from her. Then, the clouds obscured the moon again, and he felt a chill run through the cave. He pulled his tan trench-coat collar up, and brought it toward his neck to keep him warm. Under the coat, he wore a black sweater, dark brown pants, and black boots. Enough to keep him warm, but he still felt very cold. Suddenly, he felt something hit his head. "What the-!?" he said, and looked up to see a thirty year-old black mouse with blue eyes and black hair, with a silver MoonMark on his forehead. "BEN!!" he snapped, rubbing his head, and looked at his side, where he found what had hit him: a big rock. He glared at the mouse, Benedict Alan Maxwell, who just chuckled.
"You brought it on yourself, Apollo," Ben said, sitting down next to him. He wore something similar to Apollo's attire, except his sweater was a deep red. He smirked, "You were in one of your dazes and I couldn't help but knock you out of it." He ruffled Apollo's golden tuft of hair, revealing his marking. It was no longer a MoonMark like it had been before. Now, it was a white circle called a SunMark. "You should be thanking your future brother-in-law," he said.
"Shut up, Ben." Apollo looked away to hide his blush. And she and I are JUST boyfriend and girlfriend!! he thought, but he did long for more…
"Be nice to him, Ben," a female voice said. Both Ben and Apollo turned their heads to see two people coming back; one was a pretty female beige colored mouse with long, black hair in a braid with beautiful royal blue eyes, with a red MoonMark. The other was a male copper colored mouse with burgundy hair and sharp amber eyes and a golden SunMark. Both were carrying sacks that smelled of food. The female wore a light green sweater with dark brown pants. The other wore a gray sweater and dark blue pants.
"Clarisse!" Apollo cried, and he ran over to the beige mouse, wrapping his arms around her. Clarisse Jadyn Maxwell, Ben's younger sister by five years, and Apollo's girlfriend, dropped the bag and hugged Apollo back. He smiled and kissed her, but then he was engulfed in worry. "Clarisse!! You're not wearing a coat, and it's RAINING!! God!" He then got his trench-coat off him and put it on his wife's shoulders.
Clarisse smiled and kissed Apollo. "Relax, Apollo. I don't have a cold, sheesh."
"Yet!"
Clarisse rolled her eyes. So did the other mouse.
"I swear, Apollo," the brown mouse said dryly, "You sound as if you were her husband already."
"SHUT UP, COPPER!!" both Apollo and Clarisse snapped, glowing red.
Copper Smith Jones smiled to himself. It was so much fun to tease those two about their relationship. However, taking his teasing to the back of his mind, he looked at Ben with worry. "How is she?"
"She's okay," Ben said, and the cave went quiet. Copper walked to the back of the cave, the others looking on in sadness. He bent down to a limp form in the back of the cave.
It was a pure white mouse, covered in bandages that had blood stains all over. She had long, loose red hair trailing down her body. On her forehead was an orange MoonMark. Her arm was in a makeshift sling. Over her was Copper's royal blue trench-coat. He sighed, pressing his hand to her cheek. "Please, wake up soon, Veronica…" he whispered.
Apollo sighed sadly, remembering what had happened to his comatose comrade. He walked over, and slung his arm of his friend's shoulder. "She'll wake up, don't worry, 'kay, Copper?"
Copper feigned a smile, "Thanks, Apollo." He sighed, "I should have saved her…I could've saved her…"
Clarisse, irked by his show of vulnerability, marched over and slapped him. "Stop blaming yourself! No one is to blame but the enemy. Veronica would've wanted you to be alright, you nitwit."
Apollo looked at Veronica Fernandine Cromwell, Copper's fiancée. He remembered how she had gotten into this coma very well. In fact, everyone did. They remembered it like a nightmare that kept haunting them every night. "Selene's her only hope now…" he whispered.
Silver light appeared in front of the golden furred mouse. Just in time, he thought, happy and shocked. Everyone made a gasp as the light materialized into a scroll. Apollo saw his name inscribed on it, as well as Selene's. Everyone crowded around him as he opened the letter, and read along with him:
My Dearest Apollo,
Hi. To put this to the point: I'm an emotional mess. I find that my brother is alive, has not lived up to his promise to protect his sister – though I'm over that; I can take care of myself – and tells me that the stories our mother has told us, meant to be legends passed down from the Skyhavens, are real. I don't know what time it is wherever the heck you are, but I'm half-asleep and I have a slight hangover. Do you think it's the best time to send some nutty comrade to spook me with her voice? Yes, I know it was a she. It sounded like it. Anyways, I'm tired, I didn't need that. Now you have me wide awake, and I'm ready to take on this challenge. You're my brother, and I still love you too.
Apprentice? Protector? Magic? Now you have me very interested. I'll find Basil, don't worry. I know where he lives, since he's become so famous. But…making a direct approach won't be such a smart idea, considering the Lunar Thief's status. However, I really need to find out what this Stone is all about. I mean, from Mum's stories, isn't it the source of a large, unimaginable power? And speaking of Mum…and Daddy…They're alive? Apollo, you don't know how happy this makes me.
I swear to you, brother, I will learn how to be a true Skyhaven. That reminds me, is everyone in the Skyhaven Clan related? Or are the Skyhavens just the founding family? Anyway, you have my word, Apollo. I will stop Ratigan's spawn. And tell that comrade of yours never to call me that title again! It freaks me out…I'm sure you know why.
I love you, too, Apollo. I miss you so much…Send my love to Mum and Daddy too.
Your loving sister that might still just kill you for what you did,
Selene Celesta Skyhaven, "The Lunar Thief"
P.S. What is with that nickname of yours, anyways? It's one of the oddest I've heard…Oh well.
Apollo began laughing, and tears welled up in his eyes. They slid down his cheeks while he was laughing. After a few long moments of laughter, he stopped and wiped his eyes. "Heh. She's still spunky Selene. God, I miss her so much…"
Everyone else sighed with relief. "Well," Ben said, "She accepted. Although let's hope that our friend will explain everything to her." Everyone knew what he meant by the friend, and they knew for sure it was not Veronica.
"You still might wanna keep in touch, though," Clarisse noted. Everyone nodded in agreement. After a few moments of silence, another silver light sparked brightly through the cave, and formed a silver ball of light. It flowed all over the cave, and finally stopped at the limp form of Veronica. Everyone held their breaths. The ball then seemed to spread out, and engulf Veronica's body, making it glow as though she were an enormous glowworm. Once the glow stopped, Veronica was in a sitting position, rubbing her head.
"VERONICA!!" everyone shouted happily, rushing over to hug their friend.
Veronica's face turned blue with all the hugs. "Uh…erm, guys? Loving the hugging, hating the choking." Everyone released their hugs, but looked at her with amazed glances.
"But…you fell, you were….you were blasted by them," Copper said, both happy and shocked. "You were in a bloody coma!!"
Veronica nodded to confirm this, but her red eyes held something more. "I was blasted. In order to save Copper, if I remember right," she began, Copper looking guilty. "Well, when you're in a coma, you're aware of it. I knew that I needed to wake up, but I couldn't. But," the pause made everyone stare intently at her, "there were rules. Rules to breaking a coma. They chanted in my head until I finally got them. I knew that Apollo mailed something to his sister, and my coma was the cause of that, right?"
"Exactly how do you know all this?" Clarisse asked in wonderment. "I mean, really…Roni…"
Veronica looked at them somewhat seriously. "I…still have my telepathy…" she murmured. "I remember hearing you guys think. So that told me what'd happened. Back to the rules: If I could get a certain someone to help our cause through telepathy, I'd wake. And Apollo, you knew too." Everyone looked at the young, golden mouse. "I talked to you in your mind, and told you I'd help convince you sister. But I also told you to keep your mouth shut." She paused, trying to remember what happened next. "When I talked to Selene, I got her kinda freaked…and annoyed… Now that part was enjoyable. Anyway, I helped convinced her, and she apparently accepted, so now I'm awake!!" The albino mouse then looked over to see Copper hugging her with one arm and stroking her hair with the other hand.
"And you have no idea how much we owe Selene now," Copper whispered, and kissed her hair lightly. Veronica smiled and kissed his cheek.
Apollo turned away, and smiled back at the couple. He wished that he and Clarisse could be like that one day. Brushing the thought aside for the moment, the golden mouse walked away. He sat down at the entrance and looked at the moon once more. Thank you, Selene, he thought, you've worked a miracle already. Good luck…Seli…
He looked out of the window, sorrow reflecting in his dark brown eyes. It was that time of year again: The Time of Remorse, he called it to himself. He watched the rain pitter-patter on his bedroom window; it was like watching the many unshed tears that he'd gathered over the years. Fourteen years, he thought, it's been fourteen years since that day… That day when I lost them…her…
"Mother!! Selene's and Apollo's house; it's burning!! We need to help them!!"
"Basil, don't be foolish! We'll get killed!"
"But-!"
"Basil…I'm sorry…But there's nothing we can do…"
"Apollo!! SELENE!!"
Basil of Baker Street only remembered it too clearly. He heart ached like it had every year during this time. If only he hadn't listened to his mother, his best friend Apollo probably would've been alive still…and he would've admitted to Selene… He sighed sadly, and looked away from the window to his desk. His eyebrows rose as he saw what he had sketched without thinking.
It was a picture of a young him, and Selene and Apollo. He and Apollo had their arms across the other's shoulders, while Apollo gave his famous, charming grin, while Basil had his small, but still lovely smile. In front of them was Selene, eyes wide open with innocence as she seemed to be waving at him from the drawing. He couldn't help but forget something…he smiled as he remembered. Quickly but carefully, he drew two crescent moon marks on both of them, shading in Selene's and leaving Apollo's alone, since hers was black and his was white. Basil had always wondered how they had the strange markings…MoonMarks, Selene had said.
"I miss you…I miss you both so much…" Basil whispered, a single, pain-filled tear rolling down his cheek. He heard a knock on his door, and became irritated, but kept his cool. "Dawson? Mrs. Judson?"
"Dawson, Basil," Dr. David Q. Dawson said as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. "A few other cases reporting of-"
"The Lunar Thief?"
"…Yes…"
Basil growled. Weeks upon weeks had gone by, and there wasn't a single case that did not have the name Lunar Thief in it. And it was starting to take its toll on the already moody detective. "Ugh…How is that felon getting away so quickly!?"
"Basil…please try to be calm about this," Dawson said, "I know that this time is a bad time for you, and you're getting even more frustrated about the numerous cases we've been getting of the Thief, but please…the last thing I need is for my good friend to be in angry spirits."
Basil sighed. "Right, sorry Dawson. Give me those reports, please," he said, holding out his hand. Dawson complied and handed him the three papers he'd retrieved from the mail. Dawson, without being asked to, left the young detective to his business, silently closing the door once more. Basil sighed; same old, same old. Stolen money or possession of wealth, someone knocked out or blinded by a mysterious light. This Lunar Thief is interesting, I'll admit…and far more cunning than any other thief I've come across…and that's something to say... But still, no description of fur or eyes, voice, or anything unique at all. He made another sigh as he put the reports of the already large stack of Lunar Thief cases. It was so frustrating, so frustrating. He was so caught up in his thoughts that it took the incredibly loud doorbell to snap him out of it. "I'll get it," he called, and got up from his desk.
He walked down the hall and then down the stairs. He heard knocking on the door and he called that he was coming. He opened the door and looked down, and his eyebrows rose up in shock.
"Olivia…?" he asked as the now nine-year-old Scottish mouse smiled and nodded. "Olivia Flaversham?"
Olivia sighed with relief. "Phew, that was close. I would've been forced t' kill ya if ya'd butchered m' name again!" she said good-naturedly, making Basil chuckle as he embraced the girl.
He suddenly felt her soaked clothes. "Good God, Olivia, you're drenched!" He carried her into the house quickly and pulled off her coat to hang it up near the fire. Olivia smiled gratefully and closed the door. Basil looked at her, "Olivia…where's your father…?" A nagging suspicion of a new case was forming in the back of his mind. "Did he get captured by another crazed sewer rat?"
Olivia giggled. "No, no, Basil. He left on a trip…some strange Toymaker Conference or somethin'. I came here 'cause I knew I couldn't take care of m'self for the time he's gone."
Basil sighed with relief that Hiram hadn't gotten kidnapped again. "Well, how long do you need to stay here?"
"'Bout a month."
"He left you alone for a month?" Basil couldn't believe it. If he'd had a daughter her age, he wouldn't leave her alone for thatlong until she was eighteen!
"Yup," Olivia shrugged as if it were nothing. "This's happened once a year for the past four. I always find a place t' stay, though, and he knows that. So…could I stay here, please, Basil?" Basil wouldn't have said no anyway, but Olivia still pulled the cute-wide-eye trick with her dark eyes.
"Of course," Basil said, smiling, but was rammed out of breath when Olivia ran to give him a large hug again. He smiled, feeling somewhat good, considering the dark mood he'd been in earlier. "Dawson! Mrs. Judson! We have a visitor!"
The two mice came in as ordered. "Olivia, is that you?" Dawson said, and ran over to her. He scooped her up in his plump arms and almost spun her around. "My goodness, girl, you've grown a bit in the past year!" Mrs. Judson came in and was equally excited, and Basil had to hide his mouth with his hand as he snickered when he saw the poor Olivia being squished by two plump mice.
"Dr. Dawson, Mrs. Judson…" Olivia wheezed, "Can't…breathe!!" The two mice laughed and let go, playfully apologizing. Olivia dusted herself off while making small talk with them, and then Mrs. Judson led her to the room she would be staying in for the month.
When the left, it was just Basil and Dawson, Basil staring sadly at the rain again. Selene had always loved the rain, he remembered. He smiled fondly as he remembered another day…
Ten year-olds Apollo and Basil were sitting under a tree, while eight year-old Selene was twirling about in the grass, getting her feet and the hem of her skirt slightly dirtied. She was humming a joyous tune as she did all sorts of spins and leaps, her eyes closed in pure bliss.
"Seli," Apollo called worriedly. He was the only person Selene would let call him her nickname. Not even their parents could. "You've been playing in the rain for ten minutes; get over here!"
Selene stopped, saddened. She gazed at Apollo with overly-sad, innocent eyes. "Awww, c'mon, Pollo! Please?" Her eyes lit up, and she walked over to them, holding out both her hands. "Hey, why don't you play with me too? It'll be fun!!"
"Selene, Mum and Dad'll kill you if you don't get over here now!" Apollo warned. "And once they're through with you, they'll go and kill me!" Basil laughed. He could just imagine Apollo screaming like a little girl, running around the house with his mother chasing him with a kitchen knife.
"Aw," Selene said, shoulders sagging. She then looked at Basil. "Basil…will you play with me…?" She said it with so much shyness and innocence that it was impossible for Basil to think it wasn't cute. Selene held out her hand timidly, a light pink blush surfacing through her white fur.
Basil smiled kindly, and took the hand, "Sure." Apollo clearly expressed surprise, much to Basil's amusement. Together, the two friends circled each other, occasionally kicking dirty puddles at each other. Apollo gave in and tackled Basil, with Selene trying to push her older brother off. They had fun for hours, until the rain finally stopped and they had to go to their homes.
Needless to say, from the day after to the next week, all three had colds and were grounded for a month.
Basil was drawn away from his memories by Dawson, who had a grip on his shoulder, slightly shaking it back and forth. "Basil? Basil, what's wrong? You've been acting rather sorrowful this past week."
Basil sighed, still keeping his eyes on the window. "I've never told you much about my childhood, have I, Dawson?"
"I'm afraid not, Basil," Dawson shook his head, but wondered what his friend was getting at.
Another, deeper sigh escaped from Basil's lips. "I had two dear neighbors, a brother and sister named Apollo and Selene, with kind parents named Artemis and Rita Skyhaven…"
The rain had cleared two days ago, and now Selene stepped out into the sunlight, smiling. She wore a long tan skirt, a white shirt with puffy long sleeves, and her bandana. She looked at the group of children in back of her, consisting of Molly, Greg, Jerry, and two other children. The two others were a nine year-old grey and white mouse with black hair and blue eyes named Genevieve and a ten year-old gold and cream mouse with brown hair and green eyes, Nolan. Selene stopped at the entrance of the local market place, where it was already filled with merchants and costumers alike. She turned to the little mice. "Okay, you guys, so…what's my name now?"
"Cousin Louise Davenport," all five chorused.
"Good, and what is my job?"
"You're a teacher at our village of Satchwell," Nolan said.
"And who're you?"
Molly, Greg, and Jerry crowded next to each other. "We're Molly, Greg, and Jerry Davenport, the triplets. Your father is our father's little brother." Selene had paired them up together because they were all the same age. Genevieve and Nolan held hands.
"And we're Genevieve and Nolan Ainsworth. Our father was your mother's elder brother," Genevieve said. Selene smirked wickedly.
"Well done," she said, and then led the children out of the alleyway they'd been hidden in; they'd gotten in there by one of the secret passages hidden in the Guild's mansion hideout. "Now, c'mon, it's 'shopping' time!" They walked through the streets of London, weaving around corners and crossing the streets until they finally found the local marketplace. Selene was always amazed at the sight, with children giggling and chasing each other and mothers and fathers conversing merrily as many others were delighted at the wonderful and delicious things the merchants sold. "Okay, follow me," Selene murmured, and then went over to a large, fat grey rat with brown eyes. "Why Mr. Jenkins!" she exclaimed in a sweet voice. "Nice to see you!"
"Well, if it isn't Louise!" Jenkins bellowed, grinning and wrapping an arm around the young mouse's arm. He looked down at the five children, who were staring at him in both fear and curiosity. "And who're these youngins?"
Selene released herself from the giant's grip, and motioned to the children. "My cousins and students: Molly, Gregory, and Jeremy Davenport. Genevieve and Nolan Ainsworth." All five children greeted him politely. Selene smiled at them, congratulating them silently, and then looked back at Jenkins once more. "We just dropped by to do some shopping again. It was nice seeing you, Mr. Jenkins!" She and the children walked away, and she gave silent orders for them to disperse. She herself walked ahead.
Now I just have to ask around and find Basil, she thought determinedly, approaching a passerby right now. She resisted the urge to smile, And then…maybe, it'll be like old times…But just the two of us this time…
Jenkins sighed. His stand was one for alcohol, so Louise never came over to buy something from him. But he always noticed that whenever she came, she was in and out in a matter of an hour. He then noted that he hadn't ever seen Louise talk to any other clerk in the large marketplace. "Could that mean…" he wondered aloud.
"Mr. Jenkins," a young male voice sounded from his front desk. Jenkins turned and saw a twenty-six year-old Basil of Baker Street right before him. His gaze was serious but then heavily sorrowful at the same time. Jenkins wondered what was wrong at first, but then he remembered that this time in December was when Basil was in depression.
"What can I do fer ya, Basil m'boy?" he asked casually. Basil plopped his head on the countertop.
"…Anything. Brandy, liquor, anything, Jenkins," the famous detective uncharacteristically groaned, his eyes droopy. Jenkins sighed and went to his stock, pouring a cup of brandy for his young friend. He pushed the glass towards Basil.
"On the house, boy," he said.
A weak, short smile emitted from Basil's lips. "Thank you," he whispered, before taking a large swig of his drink.
Jenkins shook his head while saying, "Tsk tsk tsk." He put away the brandy bottle for later, and then went to stand across from Basil, letting his plump arm and hand be rests for his equally big head. "Basil, ya wanna know what I think?"
"What?" Basil asked emotionlessly.
"I think ya need a girl," as soon as those words left the grey rat's eyes, Basil flinched as though something had pierced through his heart. Jenkins inquired what was wrong, and Basil stared at his brandy, deep sadness reflecting in his eyes.
"That's why I'm so depressed," he finally admitted. "I lost her and my best friend fourteen years ago."
"But you were barely a kid, Basil."
"…I didn't, and still don't, care. I…I really cared for her. She was the source of the happiest times of my life, along with her older brother," he murmured, flinching again. "And then…they were taken away from me when I could've done something."
"You make it sound as though they were shot six times…" Jenkins said, his heart weighing heavily for his young friend. This was the first time Basil had ever disclosed his reasons for his annual depression. Basil narrowed his eyes.
"I remember hearing two shots. Whom they hit, no one knows. Every one of them was burned to death. Well, that's what everyone's come to believe." He looked away, his eyes staring at Jenkins's. "Each and every day, I think about them, think about the lessons they taught me, think about the time we shared. December's just when it weighs most heavily upon me. Jenkins, I've been a wreck for fourteen years. I don't think I could ever settle down."
Jenkins had been looking away. He then attended to cleaning an already-sparkling glass to distract him from the pity he felt. "So, Basil, tell me…what's the girl's name?"
"….Selene…" he whispered.
Far on the other side of the market, a sudden chill went up a certain white mouse's spine. Her green eyes darted back, and she saw Jenkins talking with someone else. She ducked into the nearest alleyway and peered at them. Her eyes were incredibly good, much to her own surprise. She focused her vision on Jenkins and his companion. He had light brown fur, with a lighter toned underbelly. "He looks…familiar…" she whispered to herself.
A piercing scream interrupted the loud bustling of the marketplace. Selene whipped around, recognizing the voice almost instantly. Across the other direction, past beyond Jenkins's stand… was Molly, Greg, and Jerry feebly trying to fight off a few mugs. Selene narrowed her eyes as they saw a red marking on each of their black shirts. The marking was that of a fang. "Killers," she whispered, naming the arch-rival thief guild of her own. Cheesecake and the others, too! her mind screamed. "MOLLY!!" she shrieked, and dashed from her spot towards the rival guild. "I'm coming, Molly! I'm coming!!"
She ran past Jenkins's stand, where time ran slow for her for a split-second. She locked eyes with the other mouse with Jenkins, as he had heard her scream before. Emerald met with oak at that very moment, and Selene's eyes widened. Basil…
His eyes seemed to widen as well, but Selene ran ahead, glancing back only once. She focused on saving her 'kids.' She faced the thieves and she hurled herself at them, quickly grabbing a dagger from her skirt's hidden pocket. In two impossibly quick flicks of the wrist, two of the five opponents were down. "Let. Go. Of. My. Kids!" she screamed at the remaining three. She looked at the three mice, Genevieve and Nolan joining them soon enough. "Are you alright?" she asked.
Molly began to nod, but then she gasped. "SEL- LOUISE!!" she screamed. Selene looked back and managed to duck before the rival's foot made contact with her skull.
"Sel-Louise?" Jenkins murmured from across the way. His eyes were wide at what he saw "Louise" do to the mouse. "Could that be her full name?"
Basil stood rigid in shock. That girl… looked exactly like Selene. And then when the little girl mouse shouted her name… "No, it's not her full name," he said, abruptly getting up from his seat. "More like a slip of the tongue!" And with that, he sped towards the person who supposedly was his friend back from the dead.
The woman, meanwhile, was blocking another thief's foot with her hand. She took the opportunity to kick her opponent in the face, making him shout in agony. She was knocked unbalanced at her move, stumbling back into Basil's arms. She looked up to see her savior. Her eyes widened.
"Bas –" she was interrupted when another mouse tried to hurt them, and she and Basil separated, but still kept back to back. "Basil…?" she whispered as she blocked a mouse's foot with her hand once more.
"Selene?" Basil asked.
The girl was silent for a moment, but when she glanced back her eyes widened. "LOOK OUT!!" she cried, turning in front of Basil to leap at the attack and block the mouse's sword with a sharp dagger. After a few moments in a shaking deadlock, Selene flicked her wrist and the opponent's sword was in her hand and her dagger was in his chest. She looked at Basil with fierce, angry, and yet collected green eyes. The other two mice had run off, leaving the five children to stare at the two young adults in awe. Both the white mouse and brown mouse were in an unannounced staring contest. "I might be Selene," she finally said.
Basil slowly walked up to the girl, wrapped an arm around her waist to puller closer, and he gently pushed her brown bangs up. His eyes almost flooded with tears as he saw the black MoonMark. "Selene…" he whispered, wrapping his old friend in a warm hug. "Selene Celesta Skyhaven…you don't know how much I've missed you." Selene was shaking in his arms, and Basil looked down to see her sobbing into his chest.
"Basil!!" she exclaimed, squeezing him tighter. "Basil! I missed you…I missed you so much, Basil of Baker Street."
Basil chuckled darkly. "To you, Seli, I'm just Basil Reginald Jordan."
Molly stepped up slightly, curiousity shining in her eyes. "L-"
"Just Selene, now, Cheesecake," Selene said.
"Selene, who is he?"
Selene smiled up at Basil, who was now a good two heads taller than her. "My old best friend, and just the person we needed to find."
Okay, so...good, bad...what? I know, you'll kill me for being late, but was it worth it?
And I have no idea what'll happen next chapter. Any suggestions?
- Gabby