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Okay, that might've been a bit dramatic, maybe a little too dramatic for what actually happened. Really, it was an ordinary day that ended being extraordinary, the bad kind. It was fall, my favorite season, and the beginning of a new school year. I had looked forward to it for the longest time. I had already been accepted into a little community college down in White Bear that I wanted to go to. I merely had to finish high school and get my diploma...I just got eaten by a tree instead.

Anyway, I'm not going to claim that remember that day as if it was yesterday, because most of it was an unimportant blur, up until I got eaten by that tree. I'm also not going to claim that it was frozen forever as the worst day of my life, because that would be a lie. I barely remember that day, and I've had far worse ones before.

What I do remember is walking home because I missed the bus, and I knew that no one would be able to pick me up from school. As I said before, it was fall, and there were colorful leaves scattered everywhere. I remember longing for a camera so that I could take pictures for that scrap book of mine, the one that happened to be blank, except for the clippings I had cut out from the National Geographic magazines at school (they were in the recycling bin, so it's not like I was stealing or ruining anything that the people over there particularly cared for, I'm not a criminal).

The leaves were crunching crisply underneath my feet, and I was humming some nonsensical tune as I stared off into space, day dreaming as usual. I don't really remember what it was that I was dreaming of, but let's just say that I was dreaming of flying or something, yeah, flying. When I came to the crosswalk to wait for my turn to cross the street, I came back to the real world long enough to wait for the light. I was going to cross, but something white caught the corner of my eye.

The source was coming from the squat and dumpy "Old Frog Tree." Everyone called it that, because the tree looked like an old, grumpy bull frog if you tilted your head to the side and squinted. It was tradition to go and smack what looked like a wart on the frog face for good luck when you passed by, which was pretty stupid, really, but it was a small town, so what could you do?

Anyway, the tree had what appeared to be a humongous crack cutting the trunk vertically in half, oozing what appeared to be a white, fuzzy fungus of some sort. It looked like someone had decided to stuff cotton balls into the huge crack, as if it was a pathetic attempt to seal up the crack. It wasn't until I was standing right beside the tree, worried that it might've gotten some sort of a disease, that I realized that it wasn't fuzz, but, rather, a pure light trying to peek out and escape from the deep groove in the tree.

I don't remember exactly what was going through my mind, but I believe that I thought that someone stuck one of those cords with the white lights into the tree for decoration. Curious, I stuck my hand into the groove. A smart move, I know, but I couldn't help myself, honestly, I couldn't.

And that was when the weirdest part happened, the crack actually expanded and ate me! It opened up more, the crack widening and lengthening to make itself bigger and taller than me. The light was blinding, but it was one of the most beautiful lights I'd ever seen then. I couldn't bring myself to look away or even blink, even though there was a distinct possibility that I could lose my eyesight, it was so bright. I felt myself be drawn into the light, and I made no resistance, entranced by its beauty. Tendrils of the light surrounded me, consumed me, the light becoming so bright that I was forced to close my eyes and shield them with my hands.

And then I fell.

And I fell, and I fell, and I fell.

Down, down, down, I went with no end in sight.

The light, it burned me, everything seemed to burn in that shining, blinding realm. The wind that wasn't wind buffeted me from all sides, tearing through me, as if my flesh, muscles, blood, and bones weren't even there! The sizzling, stinging, raw power of that place is not something to take lightly, wherever and whatever it was. I just wanted it all to end, but at the same time...not.

There was this…this sound, something other than the not-wind. It was like a distant echo of a sound, like when you hear someone singing in the forest, but you are too far away to hear the lyrics or tune, you only know that it's there. Then there was this feeling, I can't really describe it, it was like-like I was everything at once.

I could feel my every last one of my cells, my blood as it flowed against the veins, every one of the air particles that I breathed into my lungs and exhaled. I could feel everything. I could feel my planet, my solar system, my galaxy, the whole universe, even. For one brief moment, I could feel its vastness, its growth, its wonder, its glory, and its overwhelming amount of life. It was so big and I was so very small, so tiny, so insignificant, nothing.

I was nothing in the face of it all.

Nothing could stop the universe from just swallowing me whole, consuming me in this vulnerable state and spreading me like dust across the stars, across all of time, never able to leave, and never able to return to the way I once was. This terrible sense of forever and the pain, the love, the joy, the sorrow, the hate, the-everything.

Never ending, never stopping, too much, too little, enough, not enough, more, less, imperfect, perfect, all of it, and none at all, all at the same time, in that one brief moment...

And then the world exploded around me, casting me out. The not-wind whipping about me violently, rejecting me, trying to spit me back out the way I came, no longer wanting me.

And then I was lost to the darkness.

I was stuck in a dark, dark place. The darkness was like one that you would only find in a cow's four stomachs: pitch black. For a moment, I thought that I had become blind or had finally just died. Then I realized that my eyes were wide open, there just wasn't any light here. It was cold, too cold for there to be any light, since that provides a source of heat. The sound of the universe and the not-wind was gone, replaced with less pleasant sounds.

I've heard that silence could be maddening, but I would've preferred it to the sourceless noises and bodiless voices. There were harsh whispers and screams accented with growls and cackling. There was a general feeling of discord, fear, hate, pain, and...sadness. No, not sadness, the feeling was too intense for that, rather, it was despair.

My heart refused to slow and let me calm down. It was going so fast, I was afraid that the only way for it to slow down would be if it stopped completely. Trembling, I listened to the noises around me, quiet as a church mouse, hoping that they, whoever or whatever they were, wouldn't notice me.

'Please, Lord, don't let them notice me, please.'

I had always been afraid of the dark. I always had to shut the door of my closet and leave my bedroom door open. I may not have checked under the bed anymore, but it was a hollow victory, since I still used a lava lamp for my nightlight and had those plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars littering my ceiling in the form of a starry sky.

I was not scared of the monsters that hid in the dark nor of the dark itself. I had always been scared that the light would never return if it was completely dark. That once the light disappeared, I would be dead and forced to wander in the darkness, unable to find a way to heaven or even purgatory without any light to see the path. I had always thought that if that happened, that if I wandered off that path, I would be cursed to never find my way out, and I would see nothing but that horrible, dreaded, black blankness of darkness anymore.

Seeing light assured me that I was still alive, because when you're dead, your eyes are the first to go, and you can't see light without them.

A voice croaked out, "Life-form de-tec-ted, ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate!"

The owner of the voice started to fire beams of light wildly, terrifying me beyond belief. I tried to protest, to cry out, but I bit down on my own tongue by accident instead. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and a liquid started to dribble slowly down my chin. In my fear, I had bitten down too hard, causing my tongue to bleed. The beams of light were starting to get more and more accurate, heading closer to my position, trying to hit me.

Suddenly, behind me, something decidedly evil let out a howl, a roar of rage and hate and pain. I shrunk farther into myself, with no thoughts running through my head other than, 'It's going to be okay. I'm going to be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything has to be okay. These things don't exist. They can't possibly exist, they aren't real!'

But they were.

There was a Dalek close by, and it painted a huge target on the both of us by firing at some huge, unimaginable evil known as Abaddon, the Great Devourer.

Almost frantically, the Dalek started firing its laser even more, screaming, "Ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate!"

Abruptly, it got cut off, and I knew then that it had been devoured.

I have no idea how long I was in that place, but it felt like an eternity, an eternity in what must've been hell. There was no other place that it could've been, I felt. 'What have I done?' I wondered. 'What have I done to deserve this? What crime did I commit to be sent here? What about my fair trial before the Lord himself? I haven't committed any mortal sin that I had been aware of.'

I didn't believe so, anyway, but still, a nasty thought occurred to me. 'But what if I had? Maybe that was what that white light was earlier, maybe those feelings I experienced was the presence of the Lord, himself. What if this was my fate, to exist forever surrounded by my worst fears and nightmares, never to leave this place?'

The terror that I had been trying to contain, to suppress, bubbled its way to the surface of my thoughts. My breathing quickened to the point of me hyperventilating. I started choking and gasping for air over my sobs. I felt vulnerable and scared stiff in a place where everything was unclear and hidden in shadows. I don't think anything could describe the all-consuming terror I felt during the whole time I was there.

To make matters worse, just when I thought that they couldn't possibly get any worse, my mind started to finally burn up from my experience in the light. I've never admitted this to anyone but myself, but I think that during my time in the light, I had been actually absorbing my own universe, what I had been feeling, I was actually absorbing. This had been insulating me from the void, the darkness I was trapped in. Worse, as the void absorbed the universe I had been absorbing, I had continued to absorb the things around me.

I think that I had been absorbing anything and everything in reach, and that scares me. That means that I'm even more of a danger than the Doctor previously guessed, if I'm right. But being a danger was the furthest thing from my mind then, then I had thought that I was the one in danger.

I could feel my mind being, literally, torn apart.

I couldn't stop myself anymore, I screamed in agony. My puny, human body was in no way compatible with all the knowledge being crammed in there, it started to overload after the peaceful, waiting period was over. It was now time for my mind to burn.

When I say that my mind was burning, I don't mean that the sensation was like my mind was simply lit on fire. Rather, it was more like a Red Carnivorous Maw came and started tearing my mind to shreds while it was set on fire. And somehow, all throughout that supposed metaphor, I managed to remain conscious. Lightning went down my spine, through my brain and into my body. It felt like that metaphoric fire was burning my flesh off and that acid was eating the inside of my head.

Spasms started to rack my body.

I felt everything and felt nothing. I was in pain and that one sensation overloaded everything else. I was screaming, and I couldn't stop. My lungs felt like they were ripping each other to pieces as I screamed and screamed and screamed. I screamed until my entire throat was dry and I was completely out of oxygen. I screamed out of pain until I could no longer scream.

I had been wailing and crying for mercy, terrorized and irrational. My pain-filled and tortured screams were probably the only thing that kept me alive in that darkness. All the other monsters didn't want to meet the monster that could cause a person to scream like that, for fear that it would happen to them.

I felt like I was dying, and you know what the worst part was?

I didn't care.

I didn't care about the fact I was dying-well, I did care, but I didn't care about being dead as much as something else. Something else that I care about so much more than the fact that I would be dead. It wasn't just the dying part that got me, it was the fact that I would be dying alone.

I was suffering alone.

I was so scared and so sad and so ignorant of what would happen next, because I didn't know what would happen next.

I remained in the dark, and in that darkness, I knew true fear.

I have no idea when or how I left, in fact, I wasn't even aware of the change in scenery until long after. I was unable to recognise or process the world around me, the pain was so strong. My screams had started to die down until they were only uncontrollable sobs of pain. The light from the space around me hurt after so long in the darkness, but I was grateful, I knew that I was alive then.

But the pain, oh, how it burned me!

At that point in time, I wasn't aware of this, but I later found out that I had appeared in a public park. Many people had heard my cries and spotted me writhing in agony on the ground; they immediately called for help. One person had tried to help me, but the moment his hand touched my skin, it was like he was stoking the fire burning through me, making it worse. The officers arrived minutes after with some paramedics, who moved me, screaming, into an ambulance where I was immediately taken to a hospital.

It was then that my screams were the loudest. I had been screaming for so long, my voice was raw, but their touch made the pain worse, if that was even possible, because they were lifting and restraining me. I was getting to the point when I didn't even have the strength to make a sound, my screams slowly died away in volume, but my mouth was still wide open as if sound was still coming out.

Only my mental screams of anguish were left, and I think, at that point, even they were growing more and more faint. The pain was so great, I was forgetting who I was, what was happening, I was forgetting everything, signs that my situation was getting to be extremely dire.

Pain was my world engulfed.

I had to be sedated, knocked out, before I caused myself and others more harm with my spasms. I remember that last part, being sedated, because that was when the pain started to die away. Whatever they used eventually cut off all feeling, the pain was gone and I felt nothing.

This nothing was different from before, then I had only felt pain and had felt so much of it, it was like I knew nothing else and it canceled into nothingness. More simply, before it was just pain and nothing else, but now, it was nothing else at all.

I wasn't connected to my surroundings anymore, I kind of passed out. The thing is, though, being in that state lasted for days. It was like I wasn't even connected to my physical body at all. I eventually became aware to my surrounding, yes, but I couldn't react, like my mind was separate from my body. I couldn't move or do anything on my own, except for the automatic things like breathing and blinking...or I mumbled.

I don't know what it was that I said, but the reports said that I was mostly listing numbers, equations. I can't remember, my mind had stored the information away to my subconscious. I was catatonic, my mind was fuzzy, cloudy. I couldn't think right, and I couldn't really pay attention to the world around me. Everything seemed so muffled and slow. The only thing I could compare it to was what a cold-blooded creature probably felt when it got stuffed into the refrigerator.

Every time I opened my eyes, everything seemed so...dull, bland, pale, and empty. Nothing seemed to click with me, as if I was looking through a lens. People, nurses most of the time, spoke to me whenever my eyes were open, trying to get me to respond to then, I suppose. I tried, believe me, I tried, but it was like the whole of my consciousness was centered along my eyes, and even then, only to open and close them.

It was always such a chore to look around the room, as if my eyes had weight in them. I usually only looked forward in whatever direction my head happened to be pointing at, meaning that I got a good, long look up at the ceiling.

Eventually on what might've been the third day, I found that I could turn my head to the side. So now I had three places to look at, the ceiling, the window, and the door that lead outside of my room. Once in a while I noticed that there would be a doctor or two inside the room, studying me and studying what looked like an x-ray of a skull, a brain, one that I guessed was mine, one that they had probably took while I was unaware.

I don't know why they found it terribly interesting, not even when they tried to explain it to me later either as they took me in for more tests and head scans. The only thing I did know was that for each day I gained more control of my body, the more the x-rays changed. By the time I was finally able to sit up by myself, my x-rays were declared to be normal.

The only thing that didn't change was that my mind remained somewhat clouded from the pain-killers or drugs that they continued to give me through an IV (by that time, I insisted that it be taken out and any medicine be in pill or liquid form).

The day after that, they sent in a psychiatrist. "Hello, my name is Dr. O'Connell, do you mind answering some questions…?"

"No," I said, expecting something like this to happen soon anyway.

"Right," he wrote something down on his clipboard before asking, "What is your name?"

"Penelope Elaine Carter, are my parents here?"

"I'm afraid not, Penny, can I call you that?" He asked off-hand.

"...Sure," I frowned slightly, but didn't protest.

"Do you remember what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's...September 10, 2013, right?" I asked, doing the mental math in my head.

"Say that again?"

"September 10, 2013. I might be off by a day or two, though, how wrong am I?"

"It's the year 2003, you are off by ten years."

I took one look at his face and laughed, "You can't be serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack," he deadpanned, the look of utmost seriousness never leaving his face. My laughter died away into nervous tittering.

"I'm sorry, but is this some kind of test? It's 2013, I would know, since I'm supposed to graduate from high school this year, I'm a senior."

"Right," Dr. O'Connell nodded, "And you graduate on June 6 of next year, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right," I said, relief flooding my voice. "I'm going to be a graduate of 2014."

"And how old are you now?"

"I'm seventeen," I stated, figuring that we had moved on.

"When was your birthday?"

"November 6, 1995," I answered automatically, thoughtlessly.

"But that would make you seven years old, don't you mean 1985?"

"No, 1995!" I exclaimed, exasperated. "I was born on November 6, it's 2014, I'm seventeen years old, and my name is Penelope Elaine Carter."

"Right, sorry, my apologies," Dr. O'Connell said in a placating manner as he wrote down the information on his clipboard. "Just making sure that you were certain in your answer."

"Why wouldn't I be? It's common sense," I muttered, feeling miffed slightly at his attitude. Louder, I asked, "So my parents didn't visit at all? What about my grandparents, my sister, anyone?"

"No, no one has come to visit you, nor have you been declared missing."

"What?" I asked shocked.

"No one has been looking for you, I'm sorry," the man had a sympathetic voice as he continued to jot down notes.

"May I have a phone call?"

"You can borrow mine," he offered handing over a flip-phone, which pleasantly surprised me.

"Oh, I thought most people didn't use these anymore besides me and some of my friends," I said delightedly. "They are so much easier and straightforward than the smart-phones." Not noticing the assessing look on the psychiatrist's face, I quickly typed in the phone number to my parents cell phone.

"We're sorry, this phone number is not in service, please-"

I ended the call and tried my grandparents' home phone.

"We're sorry, this phone number is not-"

Scared now, I tried Laura's phone number, only to get the same response.

"We're sorry-"

The phone fell out of my hand and bounced on the bed. I brought a shaking hand to my mouth, sickened. "Where are we?"

"Fergus Falls, Minnesota," O'Connell studied my reaction closely.

"Oh, that's not too far away from my home at all," I remarked faintly, surprised. "I live in Underwood, about a quarter of an hour away."

"I see, your address?" I listed it out for him and he nodded, standing up. "Thank you for your time, Penny. I'll just leave you to your lunch. We'll get this mystery taken care of," he assured me. "I'll be back later, hopefully with some answers."

"You and me both," I mumbled quietly, thinking about what had caused all my problems in the first place. "I can't wait for this nightmare to end… Time-travel doesn't exist."

"No one has lived there for quite some time, Penny."

"You must be mistaken, Dr. O'Connell, I've been living there my whole life," I said earnestly.

"The thing is, we've also checked the hospital records here. There was a girl named Penelope Elaine Carter born here at 7:31 a.m. on November 6, 1995, along with her twin sister, Laura Jane Carter. Unfortunately, she went missing earlier this year by means of kidnapping. The family has moved to a new permanent residence in Georgia to protect themselves. She was seven."

"No, you're lying, I'm alive, I'm right here!" I protested.

"She went missing at approximately at 1:30 p.m. and was last seen at Bass Lake with her sister who barely got away herself. She's presumed to be dead."

"I've never went around strangers! It must be a coincidence! It has to be! I didn't go through hell, just to end up dead!" I sobbed.

"What do you mean by that Penny?"

"...N-Never mind that, you wouldn't believe me anyway," I muttered bitterly.

"Try me, you'll find that I am a very open minded person," the psychiatrist adjusted himself so that he was sitting more comfortably in the chair and waited patiently, his pen poised over his clipboard.

"You'll think I'm mad, barking mad," I insisted. "I even think I'm mad, and I was there!"

"'Mad,' Penny?" He repeated.

"Barmy, crazy, insane, not in my right mind," I listed off slightly hysterically. "Take your pick!"

"I prefer the term 'unstable,' but continue. I'll attempt to withhold my judgment," he demonstrated his point by tossing the clipboard on the bedside table, putting his hands in his lap. "Now, what did you mean by that, Penny?"

"I think I did die, only for a little while, mind you, but it just…" I started shaking. "It was so dark, Doctor. So, so very dark. The voices, the screams, everywhere, I could hear them. The chill seemed to sink to your bones, I was so scared. I wasn't alone, they were everywhere, hiding, lurking, waiting," I choked, my hands slowly moving up to cover my ears, eyes clenched shut.

"Who, Penny?" O'Connell asked gently.

"The monsters, the Great Evil, the forgotten, the banished, the punished," I burst out, starting to cry. "They were going to kill me, I was dead, but they were going to kill me!"

"Monsters," Dr. O'Connell repeated slowly.

"The Daleks, the Cybermen, Chronomites, the Nightmare Child, the Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres led by the Could've Been King, the Horde of Travesties, and It."

"It?"

"Abbandon, the Great Devourer. It was there, I was going to die, it was going to kill me."

"But you're safe now, Penny. There are no monsters here."

I laughed with a bit of hysteria, "Oh no, that's where you're wrong. I was in 2013, yeah, but you claim it's 2003. Back in 2003, there was a monster, a Dalek, in the possession of Mr. Henry Van Statten. It's hidden and it won't escape for another two years, but it's there. It's there." I had started to confuse the nightmare, the void, with reality. I had been right, but I had thought, then, that I had finally snapped.

"So, the world ends in 2005?" I shake my head like he's ridiculous.

"No, silly, that doesn't happen until the year 5.5/apple/26, it's in five billion years when the sun expands. No, it...dies. It only wanted to see the sunlight, but it dies."

"That's a very sad story, I'm sorry, Penny." A woman then walked in, having been alerted by the panic button the psychiatrist had pressed. Dr. O'Connell directed his attention to her. "Ah, Nurse Winn, Penny needs some rest, but she's a bit worked up right now."

"Yes, Dr. O'Connell," she nodded, shooting me a pitying look before quickly leaving. I noticed but didn't care, too busy feeling sorry for both myself and the doomed Dalek. I didn't even care when the nurse approached me with a needle full of sedative and stuck me with it.

To Be Continued...

Edit: I combined the old chapters 2 and 3. It made more cohesive sense.

Edit: Parallel-Penny was kidnapped, not drowned.

Check the poll on my profile or answer in a review:Which Doctor: 9, 10, or 11?

Explanations:

* Personally, I think that this is obvious enough, but just in case, she is in the void. Dreadful thing exist in there. Daleks and Abaddon least of all.

* She is deeply religious, so there will some references to her faith. She is a Roman Catholic. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

* No, she will not become all powerful. The same thing that happened to Donna is happening to her. Too much knowledge = Death. The situation will resolve itself though as you will see in the next chapter.

* A Red Carnivorous Maw is a real creature in the Who-verse. The Tenth Doctor made a reference to it in 'The End of Time.' It's assumed to be a red-skinned carnivorous creature.

* With Penny being sedated, her mind kicking with a precautionary measure. It basically shut her down while it got rid of the hurtful information...among other things.

* The x-rays Penny is talking about are the x-rays you get from a CAT-scan. Her brain was lit up beyond what was considered normal for a human. The doctors basically scanned proof of her brain burning.

* So, yeah, the void is basically a dumping ground full of monsters and the unfortunate people to get sucked in from all places and all points in time. Scary stuff.

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TITLE: The Gallifreyan

AUTHOR: Writless

ID: 7778250

SUMMARY: When they first meet, under attack by a demon in a field, she's certain she's gone mad. Even more difficult to accept is he claims to have met her before. With each subsequent encounter, all equally unconventional, she starts to believe him. As she finds herself hurtling forward through time, Calypso learns more about who she was, and a man who calls himself the Doctor. Doctor/OC

OPINION: I fell in love with this original piece of work within the first chapter. Completely new and a very satisfying read. It will take some time to get through as there are a lot of components. However, it is well worth the time spent.

TITLE: Not in Kansas anymore

AUTHOR: multiverse-tourist

ID: 9704191

SUMMARY: Imagine ending up in a fandom-world; sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it? But have you ever considered just what actually living it might entail? What if being a stranger to everyone with no home and family to go to, turns out to be not so wonderful after all? Lydia Rayne is about to find that out. [Trying for a more realistic approach at the "fan ends up in fandom"-concept.]

OPINION: I find myself enjoying this story very quickly. Refreshing writing style and original adventures! Hasn't been updated yet, but I do look forward to the next one. The Doctor is a bit frosty, but that is only to be expected at that point in time.

Thought Process:

So, this is chapter two of this story. You can thank emptyvoices for being brilliant and helping me hash out ideas for the way things are moving along and being a wonderful Beta and helping me with some of the more realistic aspects.. I have no clue when I'll put the third chapter up. But whenever...

Anyway, I think the rest of you readers can guess what's going to happen next, and if not, well, you should've but don't feel bad if you didn't.

The Doctor isn't going to appear for a while and WHY AREN'T YOU PEOPLE VOTING?!

Unless you don't really care, you should vote. I like giving my readers a choice instead of just deciding things for you all. Anyway, 10 is in the lead with 11 close behind. 9 only has one lonely vote. If you don't like the results so far, VOTE to change them. Apathy gets you no where. You don't even have to write a review, just go to my profile.

It only takes five clicks of the mouse.

The poll deadline is whenever the chapter before the Doctor appears gets done and posted (i.e. I don't really know, but I'll tell you when it is closed).

Anyway, yeah, it's been a long week. What, with pi day and me reciting 124 digits of pi, only to find out two hours later my little brother is in the hospital with a ruptured appendix. Getting terribly sleep deprived and starting o hallucinate as a result. A friend decides to calling forty-nine times within two hours, not respecting the fact that I don't feel like answering the phone because I'm too damn tired. *Huffs*

The bight side is, to more days until break, my brother gets out tomorrow or the day after that, and I won a pie baked by my teacher because I won by ONE DIGIT. Cheers!

Also, apologies for not updating my other Doctor Who fan fictions, I should really get on that, really. I've got no excuse, I just haven't been writing. I haven't abandoned them, they are just on hold until I get around to them, yeah.

I have no clue what to type.

Why do I even bother with these author notes?

Ah, well...

Happy Friday,

FFA, the Fan Fictional Authoress

P.S. - I have no clue when I'll update this next or my other stories. Stay tuned!

Old Chapter 2's Date Submitted: Wednesday, March 3, 2014.

Old Chapter 3's Date Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014.

Date Updated: Friday, March 28, 2014.

Date Edited: Tuesday, September 2, 2014.