A/N: I'm setting this on Castanet, and I'm writing Elli into it whether you like it or not.

"It's nothing stupid, I promise! We just need to set them up for a date. I'll go tell Julius that Candace wants to go on a date with him, while you tell Candace that Julius wants to go on a date with her. The time… About seven pm tonight."

"Why do you want to ask Julius?" Gill asked, his voice heavy with jealousy.

"Jealous of him?" Angela teased, swinging his hand as they wandered aimlessly around town like they usually did. "I know Julius better. I'll meet you back here at five. Well, time's a-wasting, do your best Gilly! Don't screw it up!" She shouted as she faded quickly into the distance.

There was that bridge again. Angela knew she could've taken the mine cart, but had developed a crippling fear of it since her surprise ride down it weeks earlier. The bridge had given her the same fear. Julius was usually the one to visit her. She wondered how he crossed it without breaking his confident stride when he went to visit her or Candace. There was no way he'd go down in the cart. Her legs were firmly planted on the ground in front of the bridge. If she didn't cross it and tell Julius, Candace would be stood up. Still, she couldn't make her legs move. Angela squinted her eyes shut and took the first step. Doing okay so far… She took another step, and two others before she heard a sound that made her heart stop. Crack. Her entire body went stiff, and she couldn't move as the board below her snapped. Angela's arms flailed for another plank, which narrowly evaded her hands. She screamed all the way down into the crashing river below, where her voice was muffled into gurgles. Not good. It was then that Angela realized she should've probably taken those swimming lessons back in the city. A wave (A/N: Ha!) of relief washed over her as she managed to pull herself onto a nearby boulder.

"Julius was too busy to ask you himself, so he sent me in his place. Would you meet him at seven at the inn?" Gill asked Candace, doing his best to hide the impatience in his voice. Candace's eyes lit up.

"O-of course I'll go with him! I c-can't believe it…I…Th-thank you for telling me!" She exclaimed, her voice louder than usual, but still quietly enough to fit her shy demeanor. Gill glanced at his watch. Four fifty-six. He nodded and briskly walked back to where he and Angela were standing earlier- by the clinic, and waited. Angela wasn't known for her punctuality, but she was never late by more than ten minutes. Gill wasn't known for his patience either, which was wearing thin after waiting for an hour. Or two.

Surely somebody would try to cross the bridge and look down eventually after seeing it was broken, right? Angela was struggling to cling to the rock as water sloshed around it, making it slippery. She had tried calling for help several times, but to no avail. Knees hugged to her chest, she continued to wait. The tide was too strong, and the water was too deep for her to wade back to the waterfall. She was drenched to the bone, shivering. The occasional crash of water didn't help in the least. Fear wasn't an emotion she was used to, and it was rising as fast as the seawater. Tears were running down her face in terror, despair, and regret. She could've taken the mine cart. She shouldn't have come up with the plan in the first place. But she couldn't go back in time or undo her actions.

Dolled up in a sparkly, long sleeved blue dress, Candace sat at a table in the bar, waiting. Maybe Julius had to stay after work for a little bit. There she sat for hours, before she got up and walked home, the complimentary bread and butter untouched. Her feet dragged as she walked into the tailor's. Luna was on the couch sketching in her pajamas while Shelley crocheted.

"What's wrong Candy? You don't look too happy," Luna said, "Did Julius stand you up?" Candace nodded and rubbed her teary eyes. "That bastard!" She grabbed Candace's hand and stormed outside, who was stumbling behind her in her sandals. "Let's go, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Whoever hurts my sister is a criminal whether you like them or not." The sound of heavy footsteps snapped the thoughts of what Angela could be doing instead of meeting him out of his head. "Gill? What are you doing here?" Luna's footsteps halted. "Have you seen Julius?"

"No, I haven't. Have you seen Angela? She said she was going to go… go to the mines, and she hasn't come back. We were supposed to meet her after she was done, and it's been two hours now."

"Two hours? Wasn't Julius supposed to meet Candace two hours ago? Come to think of it, Julius lives right by the mines. Do you think they could be together?" Luna's eyes grew fiery. "That Angela, I always knew she was no good," she muttered as she stormed off, Candace in tow. "You're coming too, right?" Gill nodded, trying to sort out whatever he was feeling at the moment. He couldn't decide between anger or panic.

Gill attempted to seem nonchalant, casually walking behind the sisters. But his palms were clammy, and his head was spinning. Nonetheless, he had a job to do. He reached them standing in front of the bridge, looking at the missing planks. Luna was squeezing Candace's hand tightly. Candace knelt down and pulled up a piece of green fabric; a color identical to the shirt Angela was wearing earlier that day. She turned to give the shredded piece to Gill's pallid face. Luna leaned over the edge to see a very-much unconscious Angela on the boulder far below them.

"So she never made it there in the first place…Neither of you know how to swim, do you?" Luna asked, pulling her disheveled pink hair into a bun and rolled up her pajama pants. Candace and Gill nodded guiltily, stepping back from the edge. She sighed. "Gimme a minute." The pink-haired girl ran to the cliff and dove into the water in expert form. The crashing waves threw her a little off course, but she eventually clambered onto the rock where Angela slept, shivering.

"She t-took swimming lessons when we were young. I was afraid of the water, so…I can't help Angela at all," Candace explained with a sob. Gill nodded, not really paying attention. He could only focus on Angela's limp body on the boulder, not stirring when Luna called her name or slapped her a few times on the cheek. She dragged her a little farther up onto the rock, revealing Angela's blood-soaked leg. Luna gasped, and immediately attempted something she had seen in one of the books at the library. CPR. Cardiopulmonary …something. Thirty compressions…and then…rescue breaths. Oh, that kissing part. Luna grimaced, but she wouldn't want to be seen as a murderer if she let Angela die. One, two, three, four… She pulled back after the first "rescue breath" when Angela vomited water all over her shirt. "Oh, Gill, look! She's moving! Angela's moving!"

"Are you awake Angela? We've got to get you to the clinic ASAP. Candy and Gill are up there and they're worried sick about you! I always knew you were kind of an idiot, but seriously…Get on my back, alright?" Angela obliged, though she didn't like being helped by Luna. She swam against the strong current with some difficulty, and heaved Angela onto the ground near the waterfall, and got out after her. Candace quickly shed her shawl and wrapped it around her. Angela glanced around them, looking for Gill. He wasn't there.

"He went to the clinic to get a wheelchair," Candace told her. As she finished her sentence, Gill rounded the corner, pushing a wheelchair. Angela couldn't hold in her laughter as she looked at him. Someone couldn't look heroic pushing, of all things, a wheelchair. She stood up shakily, unaware to Finn, who had flown off in search of her, fluttering around her shoulders. The rocking and rumbling of the wheelchair lulled her to sleep until Gill spoke to her again.

"Angela, if you scare me like that again, I'm going to evict you," he warned in a joking tone. Angela laughed quietly

"Whatever you say, Gill."