Charlene was shooting hoops in her driveway when she received Philby's text.

Philly: Tonight is the night. Go to Escher's Keep. They're back.

Charlene tried to be calm and keep shooting, but she found that she was air balling all of her shots. She gave up and went inside.

Charlene went upstairs and turned on the water to her shower. Charlene believed that a hot shower could solve anything. Turns out, she was wrong. After a long hot shower, Charlene still didn't feel any better.

She flopped on her bed and brought out her scrapbook. The first couple of pages were her baby pictures. You could see her already beautiful blonde hair sprouting from her scalp. Her big blue eyes captured all who looked. She sighed; wishing it all was as easy as it was then.

Charlene turned to her elementary years. Some of the pictures included her playing with her friends; others were modeling photos. Charlene noticed that not many were with her family.

Then came her middle school pictures: her class pictures, more modeling photos, and pictures from the trips she had gone on with her family.

Finally, last but not least, were her high school pictures. There wasn't as much of her at school, but she had entitled a lot of pages to her adventures as a Kingdom Keeper. There were pictures of her in that tight green suit that she had to wear with the little sensor/microphone thingys; she hated wearing that. There were photos of her DHI when she went to Disney, standing next to it. But most of all, there were pictures of her with her fellow Kingdom Keepers. Some were taken at the mall, others were at Disney (they were all in disguises), and even more were at each other's houses, just hanging out. She blushed when she realized that three pages were all photos of Finn with little hearts around his face.

Charlene turned to the last page; the one with all of the Kingdom Keepers (without disguises) smiling and laughing in front of the gates at Disney. The picture brought tears to Charlene's eyes: she hadn't seen her friends in so long.

"Charlene, dinnertime!" Her mother yelled up the stairs.

Charlene sighed and closed the scrapbook. She put it on top of her desk and ran downstairs to eat dinner.