Darla wiped her eye.

"Why don't you tell Pierre you wanna quit and raise your daughter?" Drell asked.

"He won't listen..." Darla said. "He only lets me call the Plaza once a day and only come back for occasional visits like for Christmas... I think he's trying to keep me away from Eloise."

"Well, you won't have to deal with that pain anymore, Darla." Father Time said.

"I must..." Darla pouted. "I won't have a job... Plus Urchin can't stay on land for a long time... We're just both stuck... Sometimes I wanna pick up Eloise from the hotel and take her away so she can live like a normal kid... She's a mischief maker like Urchin was when he was younger, but I think she does that just for attention."

"What I mean is that you won't have to deal with Pierre anymore," Father Time told her. "Drell, would you mind becoming his replacement?"

Drell sighed and rolled his eyes. "If I must..."

Darla looked curious. "What exactly is happening?"

"Pierre is about to be fired and replaced with Drell." Father Time smiled.

"Oh, you can't fire him!" Darla gasped.

"Do you miss your daughter?" Drell glared.

"Well... Yes, but..." Darla bit her lip.

"Do you trust me?" Drell then asked.

"I don't know you as well as Cherry or Atticus, but yes..." Darla then said.

"Then do not worry, besides, I have magic on my side." Drell said.

"That he does..." Father Time agreed.

"And not to worry, Darla, I'll find a way to work with Urchin." Drell promised.

"But... If Eloise doens't live in the hotel, Urchin doesn't live in Atlantica, and I don't live in Paris, then where will we all live?" Darla asked.

"You will still live in Paris, but not as often, you will still have your job and as for Urchin, I will make sure he gets to stay on land much longer." Drell said.

"But..." Darla bit her lip.

"Dimples, just trust me, okay?" Drell said.

Darla sighed. "Well, all right..."

"Thank you and don't worry, Eloise will still be in the Plaza, so then you can do your usual visits." Drell said.

"I-I-I..." Darla sounded on the edge.

"Everything will be okay." Drell assured her.

"I sure hope you're right..." Darla said.

"Asking if I'm right is a rhetorical question because I'm ALWAYS right!" Drell smiled boastfully.

"Yes, yes, you are." Father Time groaned out of annoyance.

Drell chuckled. "Leave this to me, Goldie, I know what I'm doin'."

Darla sighed. "I hope you do, sir."

And so, Drell and Darla were teleported to Paris.

"Nice digs." Drell smiled at the sights of Darla's room.

"I have a lifetime reservation here..." Darla sighed. "Just me and nobody else..."

"Really?" Drell asked.

"Mm-hmm..." Darla lightly nodded and sat down on her bed.

"You don't seem to really enjoy your life in Paris." Drell noticed.

"I think Pierre is trying to steal me away from Urchin and Eloise..." Darla replied. "He never wants her here with me."

"Well, with me here, you will get what you want." Drell said.

"Drell, I don't know what to say." Darla sounded eternally grateful.

"How about 'thank you'?" Drell smirked.

Darla smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Excuse moi, but what is going on in here?" Pierre asked as he entered the room.

Darla's eyes widened. "Oh, Pierre!"

"You have to stand up to him." Drell told her.

"Are you saying I'm spineless?" Darla pouted to the warlock.

"You are also Sailor Moon, you have the power of the Silver Crystal which you still have on you." Drell said.

"I understand, but..." Darla frowned.

"Darla, you have to choose..." Drell put his hands on her shoulders. "It's him or your daughter."

Darla knew that he was right and where her heart was telling her that her daughter was more important than anything else as her Silver Crystal glowed.

"Darlene, we have a photo shoot tomorrow..." Pierre reminded.

Darla turned away from him and bowed her head.

"Did you hear me?" Pierre sounded firm now.

"No, no more." Darla said.

"No more?" Pierre asked.

"Pierre, this has gone on long enough." Darla said.

"What are you talking about, mon cherie?" Pierre asked.

"Don't 'mon cherie' me," Darla glared. "You keep me away from my only child who needs me!"

"I do no such thing," Pierre tried to sound innocent. "Why, without moi, you would be nothing!"

"No, she wouldn't." Drell said.

"And who do you think you are?" Pierre glared at Drell, obviously not recognizing him.

"Your replacement." Drell glared back at him.

"Excuse moi?" Pierre glared back.

"You heard him." Darla glared as well.

"You cannot do that to me!" Pierre reached into his shirt and took out a paper that Darla had signed as 'Darlene Fudo' of course. "We 'ave a contract!"

Darla snatched the contract from him before tearing it up.

"NON!" Pierre yelped.

"Oui, oui!" Darla glared at him.

"So, now you must leave." Drell said before lifting up Pierre.

Pierre sweated nervously. "You can't do this to me!"

"We can and we have, now beat it before I make you leave." Drell snarled.

"What if I don't want to?" Pierre gulped.

"Shall I throw him out?" Drell smirked to Darla.

"Oh, yes, best option for le poubelle." Darla agreed, calling Pierre the French word for 'trash'.

"DARLENE!" Pierre yelped as Drell was personally taking care of him.

Darla sighed and rolled her eyes, she then looked over to her room's desk and picked up a golden frame that was knocked down. "Foolish man almost ruined my picture..." she muttered as she looked to a portrait of her six-year-old daughter in her white blouse, black jumper, and dark pink hair bow which was nearly a reddish hue. "Don't worry, Eloise, Mommy will be home very soon, and less than three days... I promise..." she hugged the picture as a tear drop rolled down her face.

Drell took the French man outside before actually throwing him outside with his full strength. There was a loud shake that nearly rumbled the whole place.

Drell wiped his hands together as he came back in the room. "Good riddance," He walked back inside to see that Darla had a tear rolling down her cheek. "Darla?"

Darla sniffled and wiped her eyes, bowing her head.

"Oh, Darla, don't cry," Drell came next to her and put his arm around her. "Once we're through, you'll be with Eloise so, so, so much more." he then said, saying in three times like Nanny did a lot of the time and Eloise had copied due to her raising her more than Darla did herself with the way things had been.

This seemed to have cheered Darla up and made her feel better. Drell decided to give her a hug.

Darla hugged him back, letting out some more loose tears. "I wonder what she's doing right this minute..."

"Probably getting into trouble," Drell mumbled under his breath. "She's Urchin's daughter after all."

"True." Darla giggled a little.

Drell smirked. "Come on, let's get to work."

Darla nodded.