The girl stood outside the town hall with her arms outstretched as if in prayer. Although a real sun couldn't be found in Wasteland, the substitute served just as well and just as inviting.

"Forgot what this feels like..." she whispered gratefully. "Being aware of something definitely blows compared to actually being able to feel it."

"You were aware the entire time in the Caverns?" Oswald asked, starting to look a bit pale.

"I've seen the Blot Wars from every direction, experienced the Guardian pools dry up, watched you deal with the Mad Doctor (not the way I would have done it, that's for sure, that horrible jerk), and I know that Mickey has no way of getting back to the Toon world." Sabrina confirmed, looking at him with a vague, but pensive expression. "Why?"

The rabbit didn't look at her as he rubbed the back of his head. "It's nothing, just curious." he claimed. Sabrina looked down at him through furrowed eyebrows and looked as if she was going to say something, but the trio were soon greeted by an everyman Toon.

"Are you really the Angel of Wasteland?" the Toon questioned Sabrina, looking her up and down with a sense of expecting something better. Sabrina stepped closer to the everyman, asserting her role of being a little bit taller and a whole lot more intimidating. She bent down just slightly so her burning chocolate brown eyes were at eye level with the Toon, and put on a mysterious half smile that scared the everyman to wits.

"Do you need guidance my dear?" she asked sweetly that butter could have melted on her tongue. The poor Toon had seemed to, at least. Slowly, then quickening, the Toon shook his head.

"Jack Kelly was… he was looking for a news story." the Toon admitted. "And when that deaf dwarf came out of town hall mumbling something 'bout an Angel and a part of the Caverns falling away… And Jack Kelly pays pretty well if it's a good scoop so I… I thought you were..."

"A good scoop?"

The everyman Toon nodded his head, never once letting his eyes leave Sabrina's. It was rather haunting to watch as well, Oswald in particular had forgotten he had legs and stared on at Sabrina and the everyman Toon with a hypnotic interest.

"Tell everyone my dear." Sabrina crooned into the Toon's ear. "Tell everyone that the Angel of Wasteland has come. Tell them that her name is Sabrina. Do you understand?"

The Toon eagerly nodded his head and ran off in the opposite direction without another word. Sabrina recoiled and smiled to herself as she placed her hands on her hips.

"That was… amazing." Oswald suddenly spoke up. Sabrina whipped around and gave him a look of disgust.
"It was not." she told him. "I was stopping a rumor before it ever started."

"Now you've gained attention to yourself." Gus thoughtfully addressed. "If you're as powerful as the legends say, that was a rather horrible decision you made."

"I know what the legends say about me and I don't care." the human girl mused with a roll of her shoulder. "Some one was bound to recognize me eventually, why not speed up the process?"

"You're rather reckless, you know that don't you?" Gus huffed. Sabrina in turn gave him a rather sweet smile.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." she replied as if it were something to be honored.

. . .

"Are you sure that no one will find the siphon?" the red haired woman questioned Pete Pan in a soft tone. Her long white gown was a stark contrast to the grassy atmosphere of Ventureland's jungle, and the small tiara at the top of her head gave her authority over all. She looked as if she belonged somewhere else, or maybe that was just Pete Pan confusing her with Ariel.

"It's perfectly hidden my dear." Pete Pan affirmed. "Hehe, ain't no one gonna find it with me around."

"Unless you draw further attention to it." the woman argued, folding her arms together impatiently. "All of the known Pete variants were not drawn to be subtle."

"Look," Pete Pan spat, "Even if it don't work, you'll have a way to… hurt that Angel or whatever. Trap her and all that- see what I'm saying?"

The woman said nothing, looking off to the side with an angered look and a bitter eye roll. "That little brat is now in proximity of that mouse and rabbit- the longer she spends with them, the more of her heart she gives away. The more of her heart she gives away, the harder it will be to uproot her from Wasteland once and for all. She has a soul, and with that soul she can create hearts. Hearts that do not belong in this world anymore to anyone. If you do not see to it that she meets her end here, I will make sure you and others like you become inert permanently- do you understand me?"

Pete Pan gave a gruff nod and returned to his work. But once he was sure he was out of her earshot, he muttered under his breath, "Who shoved a bug up her butt?"

She had heard him though, but she had other plans to get out of the way before the 'Angel' graced Ventureland with her presence. Of course visiting that little gremlin was first priority. Trapped in a cage of her own design, he looked anything than pleased to see her.

"Good afternoon Prescott." the woman softly greeted with a calm voice. "I've come to thank you again for bringing the siphon from Autotopia to Ventureland for me. Ventureland is so massive, it was almost too easy to hide something like a power sucking machine that may or may not murder a human if used in the wrong way..."

"Just because your name is Ire doesn't mean you need to act on it." Prescott muttered, still refusing to look at her. "The girl was trapped in an aware suspended animation for years and you're still trying to harm her? No one deserves that, even if she did try to shut down the studio..."

"How can you not be upset that she tried to upset the very fabric that allows you to be here?" the woman questioned him in return.

"She was the only one with that opinion." Prescott argued. "She was one girl, and even if she would eventually shut down the studio, it was more than likely that someone would buy it and continue where they left off."

"That girl is dangerous."

"No more than what you appear to be?"

A quick flash of fire reflected in the woman's eyes as an invisible force took Prescott's cage and tossed it some feet away. The gremlin, although in pain, let out a small snicker.

"Yen Sid made the best decision taking Wasteland from the Seven Sisters." he uttered to her. "You would have killed us all just for existing."

This time, Prescott's cage lifted into the air and was tossed far, far away from Ventureland.

. . .

Back on Mean Street, Sabrina felt an uncomfortable crawl up her back. Instinctively, the human took a step back, nearly stepping on top of Oswald in the process.

"Is something wrong?" he asked her, looking a bit annoyed at being stepped on.

"No… no I don't think so." Sabrina admitted. "I just… have a bad feeling. That's all."

Oswald blinked, his expression softening by a small fraction but still remained a bit annoyed. "A bad feeling?" he repeated, even sounding skeptical.

"It's nothing." she insisted, giving him a rather unfriendly glare. She relented though, and looked down at her dress. "I really don't like this thing." she muttered as she picked up the bottom hem of the dress to get a closer look of it. "Get tortured and it just now decides to split apart?"

Oswald raised an eyebrow but said nothing. His empathy for her was rather low at the moment, but there was no question that some kind of feeling was slowly rising inside of him; if only a tad bit nostalgic.

"Hey Mickey, Gus," Oswald then called out to his brother and the gremlin, both of whom were several steps ahead, "Can we make a trip to the Haberdasher real quick?"

Mickey and Gus gave Oswald the same look of confusion.

"I don't think now is the right time for dress up." Mickey said to Oswald.

"Not for us!" the lucky rabbit interjected before starting to motion toward Sabrina, who pretended not to notice that attention had been brought to her. Mickey and Gus looked at each other then back at Oswald.

"Alright." Mickey agreed. "Lead the way."

A wide grin beamed on Oswald's face as he took hold of Sabrina wrist, excitedly pulling her toward the Haberdasher's Hat Shop while letting out a thousand little 'thank yous' to Mickey and Gus when he passed them.

"What's up with Oswald?" Mickey asked Gus as they slowly started to pick up their gait. "He seems a bit… off."

"I think I have an idea." Gus informed Mickey. "But I'm not sure yet, but maybe Oswald will tell us once we get to the Hat Shop."

Mickey gave the gremlin a nod, and they followed behind Oswald without a further word.