Most people prefer to be called authors or writers. I myself, personally prefer word-weaving or tale-spinner. But let's get on with the story. I sense a finale coming. Oh cheer up, it's not in THIS chapter.

"Daddy?" Morgan asked softly, interrupting her father's word weaving.

Noah put the book down. "Yes?"

"Is mommy coming home soon? I miss her." She sniffled. Noah realized she must be crying.

He pulled a tissue from the tissue box next to her bed. He gently wiped her face off. "I don't know," he admitted finally.

Morgan sighed. "Do you think she'll be back here when I turn five, or when I turn eighty?"

Noah wasn't about to point out the fact that the latter was impossible for two reasons; as when Morgan's eighty, her parents would be one-hundred-two. And Izzy could probably find a way to live that long, and maybe longer.

Noah could sense extreme tension behind her words. Morgan was gettibg lonely, not having another girl in the house. He tickled his child, causing her to laugh hysterically. "Mo, this is you mother we're talking about. She'll be here whenever we need her."

His kissed her forehead for a moment before pulling away. "I love you. And for now, that'll be enough. Izzy will be back soon, that much I know for sure."

Morgan smiled, though even Noah could tell that it was forced. It took all he had not to flinch, but he could relate. He missed Izzy, too.

"Night, Morgan," he smiled, turning out the lights.

Morgan turned to the side of her bed, where a window was facing. The stars seemed to be shinning extra bright tonight. It was almost sad that mommy wasn't there to see if with her.

She closed her eyes and turned away. She heard a small noise, but decided it was probably just the wind tapping at her window. Another noise. "Mommy, I need you," she whispered to herself, feeling tears filling her eyes again.

"I know," said a beautiful, familiar voice. Morgan whipped straight up in bed.

Izzy just stared at her child like she was couldn't quite believe she was real. "Mommy," that one word left Morgan breatheless.

Noah was presently in his room, reading his own book. But he soon found himself concentrating hard on trying to read it, as though it were in a language he was only basic at. His mind mind kept on drifting to Morgan.

She was like Izzy in more ways than looks and intellect. They both also didn't like people knowing that anything was wrong with them- if they were sad, depressed, or lonely.

He couldn't ever tell with Izzy, and Morgan was barely better.

He suddenly heard a sound. It sounded like it was coming from Morgan's room. He jumped out of bed, ran up the stairs.

There were voices coming from inside Morgan's room. He took only a moment to be confused before flinging the door open.

His eyes widened at first sight. "Izzy?!"

The woman in question pulled herself away from her child, who had been holding her in a killer grip. "C-can I talk to you outside... alone?" He hated the stutter in his voice.

She smiled apologetically at Morgan before following Noah silently into the hall. His mind tried to grasp the right words and emotions, but none would come properly.

Was he suppose to say? To feel? Happy and calm, with loving words? Or cold and dishearteming, with harsh poison spat through clenched teeth?

"What are you doing here?" He decided on.

Izzy frowned, almost like she couldn't quite remember the reason herself. "I missed you," she spoke finally, her voice soft, barely even a whisper.

"I hated it there," she suddenly spat, "Every minute of it. They kept on trying to change me. To convince me that I'm dangerous and that I'll only be a fit parent, if I do things their way. And so I ran away."

Noah wasn't sure of the first part. Was Izzy making that up? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows with izzy?

"Izzy," he said finally, after a deadening moment. "You can't be here yet. You need to go back."

It killed him to say those words, but it must have crushed her to hear his say them. She closed her eyes tight. "That's my little girl in the next room!" she cried, frustration coming in the thick form of tears. "I haven't seen her in five months. I won't just leave her again."

Noah was shocked. Appalled! That asylum HAD changed izzy, even if she didn't know it yet. She was more open, more ready to show fear or sadness.

He groaned. "But they can't find you here!" He argued. "If they do, who knows what happens?!"

Izzy chose to ignore that. "So Morgan tells me you've got your dream job at Kosmic Kaos."

Noah frowned. She was changing the subject! "Izzy!" He growled, "Don't even think about changing the subject!"

She sighed, defeated. "Okay, fine. Why can't I stay?" Her voice, he was surprised to note, was lucid and serious.

"Cause you're a convicted felon and/or mental patient!" He cried. She just didn't get it.

She glared the man straight in the face, still serious. "Noah, answer me this," she paused, making sure that she had his attention caught. "Have I EVER hurt Morgan?"

His frown deepened. "No," he answered slowly.

"No," she agreed sharply. "And I won't start now. Now, have I ever neglected her? Think hard on this one."

He got the feeling he didn't want to. "No," he answered again, "Never. That's why I trusted you to be the stay-home mom."

She nodded her agreement. "So?"

He sighed. "You can stay."

"Yes!"

He continued, "But for only one night."

She shrugged, hugging him. "Better than nothing!"

Izzy kissed him on the cheek before quickly running back into Morgan's room. He smiled as he rubbed the cheek she'd kissed.

That night, Noah laid in bed. Izzy was wrapped up in his arms. He had missed this so much. Being here with her, like this.

She was fast asleep. He could tell from her gentle snores. He kissed her forehead, squeezed her gently. Then closed his own eyes, and fell asleep soonafter, no problems breaching him and keeping him awake that night.

All was right with the world again.