Okay I never did a disclaimer. Ok I don't own MR, JP does but my plan to get it is coming into play perfectly.

Fangs POV

The flock and I were flying over the Baltic. Sort of near a town called Åhus. If someone looked out over the sea they'd see 5 clumsy birds soaring around. I looked over to the left and saw four girls on the beach. I also saw...an Ice Cream parlor.

I quickly turned, hoping Angel didn't see it.

You may have expected me to say Nudge, but we've all changed. Iggy and Gazzy never built bombs anymore, and the latter of the two never stood up to his name. Nudge never talked. Never. Ever. Angel didn't use her mind control or even read minds. I scarcely talked. I would be as quiet as Nudge if I wasn't the leader, and even now I only speak its to give directions.

As we flew around over the Baltic, I heard a haunting melody float through the choppy wind. It was in a different language but was very clear that it was a sadish tune.

"Vem kan segla förutan vind?

Vem kan ro utan åror?

Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin,

Utan att fälla tårar?

Jag kan segla förutan vind,

Jag kan ro utan åror.

Men ej skiljas från vännen min,

Utan att fälla tårar."

The last word that sounded like tore-or hung in the air like the smell of rain right before it came down.

I hadn't noticed that we all stopped moving and were just hovering in silence.

Suddenly bursts of laughter from the girls on the beach sliced through it like butter, breaking the trance.

"Fang!" Angel whispered quietly, "Can we please get some food?"

I looked in my pockets, finding a 100 kroner bill that we pick pocketed from some dude in Stockholm.

"Sure, lets go to that ice cream parlor over there." I said pointing. Ya I wanted to get some food, but I also wanted to see the girl who sang that song. Her voice was so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

We all dove down onto the beach. The temperature was pretty cold, so I could only expect what the water would feel like. Unlike in California and Florida, where the beaches sand was toasty warm, this sand was cold on my bare feet, we had lost our shoes somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.

We quickly hurried over into the ice cream parlor.

As we stepped in I took in my surroundings. There was a small ice cream stand, some tables, and a little arcade.

I looked to my left and saw four girls, two with their backs to me. The one on the left with her back to me had pink and white striped hair, the one sitting next to her had dirty blonde hair, like Ma- no. Bad Fang. Anyways, she had dirty blonde hair and I could see the side of a black bikini and basketball shorts. The girl on the left that I could see, had a gray beanie covering green and purple hair. Her eyes were neon green and she had a green bikini on. Don't ask me what type, I don't know, Nudge probably would but she wasn't talking. The girl to the right of her, or maybe it was left to her, it was right to me. Anyways, she had long brown hair, one hazel and one green eye. That was called monochromia or something, she had a pink ruffled bikini, and looked Italian.

Angel pulled on my sleeve and I bent down.

"I can't read their minds!" She whispered.

"Why would they have mind blocks up?" I whispered back.

"That's just the thing, they all do except for the girl with the dirty blonde hair, I just can't get in! It's like a safe that doesn't have a lock, it's that important."

Hmm, mind reading resistance.

They started speaking some other language don't ask me what. I could only tell that they weren't the same.

After a few words of difference, I could tell they were fighting, they all awed, except for Beanie Booger Brain. She said something in French I think and they all gave her WTF faces.

"Jag vet inte!" Dirty Blonde yelled. Her voice sounded familiar. She must have been the one who sang the song, "Låt oss gå." She said before they stood up and hurried out.

I looked her in her stunning purple eyes for half a second before she turned away, and I knew I had seen her before. I quickly bolted after her and her friends.

"Wait!" I yelled, running after them.

"Just ignore him." I heard Miss Familiar whisper under her breathe. I caught up and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.

"Hey!" She shrieked, "What gives! I mean vad ger?"

"Why'd you run away?" I was sure I knew her and she knew me.

"Maybe because I don't know you!" She said in a duh tone before throwing my hand off. I was surprised and I guess she could read that on my face. I was surprised because she said she didn't know me when she obviously does, and because she threw my hand off.

"Yes you do!" I almost snapped.

"No, no you don't." She said, stepping back and linking her arms with ruffle bikini and streaky hair girl, who linked her arms with Beanie Booger Brain.

"And even if you did, you'd regret it." With that she snapped her fingers and they all disappeared. And for a millisecond, I swear, the purple streak washed away, the violet eyes changed to a beautiful chocolate brown I hadn't seen in two years, and her pale white skin changed into a California girl tan. For a second, that Swedish girl turned into a spitting image of Max.

"Fang," Angel said gently, "I got a thought from one of the girls."

"What was it?" I asked, still in shock that that girl was a Max look alike for a second.

"'Poor Max, seeing her flock again, why is karma such a bitch?' " Angel said slowly. I didn't even get mad at her for saying bitch, all I knew was Max was alive, Max was just there, and Max was gone once again.

sorry it's not that long, I'll truly try and make the next chapter longer.