Annie continued to look out into the trees as the honey bees chatted in her ears and took locks of her hair as they weaved it into an elegant braid. She missed the bees from this realm. The bees from the human world didn't talk and share stories. Instead all they did was buzz and sting you if you got to close to them.

She had been back in the fairy realm for a week now. And she had to admit that there were things she missed here that she couldn't experience in the human world. Like the forests. The forests in the fairy world seemed to glow with an inner light. And they went on forever. As far as she knew no one had ever reached an edge or any section that wasn't made up of lush greenery.

There were other things she had missed. Like her friends and all the ones she used to see. Like Mr. Joheya, the old man who lived in a homemade tree house. When she was younger she always visited him to hear him tell stories. He sold homemade honey cakes at the market and whenever he made a batch he always used to put one aside specifically for her.

Most of all she had missed her mother. Annie had been overjoyed when she arrived home and saw her for the first time in five years. She had ran right over and wrapped her daughter in a tight hug, telling her how much she had missed her. Annie cried silent tears of joy as she settled into her mother's embrace. When she was in the human world she had had no attachment to the woman who was suppose to look after her (Annie always suspected that her father deliberately picked a cold uncaring woman so there was no chance of possibly competing for parental affection when she returned.) So having a nurturing loving mother once more filled her with joy.

She supposed she also missed her father. But since he was the one who had forced her to leave she still had a lot of anger and hurt towards him at the moment.

Her father had been ecstatic when she had returned home, along with all the other citizens of their kingdom. As soon as she arrived she had been surrounded by men and women, wanting to touch her and let her know how much she had been missed. She had been paraded though the roads, with squirrels and birds sprinkling down acorns and leaves. When they got to the capital her father lead her to the town square podium, proudly putting her on display as he took the microphone.

"Welcome citizens!" He joyously said as he looked out at the mingled sea of pale and green faces. "It is my great pleasure to welcome back our nation's daughter. But first a few moments to reflect back on our history, and how far we've come. Over one hundred years ago our two kingdoms, the Kapitoses and the Geragiouses, were excessively hostel towards each other. It seemed it was only a matter of time before war would break out. But then I was introduced to the lovely Ilma, princess of the Sindel household and ruling family of the Geragious kingdom. I managed to court the fair maiden and have her accept my proposal of marriage, which joined out two kingdoms together." He extended a hand as his wife stood next to her husband, a radiant smile blossoming upon her face. With the exception of her skin color (which was a vibrant lush green), she was the spitting image of her daughter.

"As I recall, our union wasn't immediately met with enthusiasm. While right now I see fairies with pale and green skin all mixed and mingled together, I remember a time when meetings would be held and everyone would divide themselves based on skin color. Fairies with pale skin would stand on one side while those with green skin stood on the other. But thankfully our two nations began to realize that we weren't that dissimilar after all, despite our physical and cultural differences. And then ninety years ago we welcomed Princess Annabelle into the world, a living physical representation of the blending of our nations. She became a symbol for what can happen when we work towards peace instead of destruction. Today she has returned to her homeland, after a journey that took her to worlds far different from ours to learn about other cultures. I ask you to welcome back our beloved daughter; Princess Annabelle."

As Annie stepped forward the thousands in the crowd cheered loudly for her and beat their wings until currents of air flowed all around them. There was much celebrating, with everyone dancing and singing folk songs. They were so overjoyed that the festivities lasted for three whole days and nights.

But while Annie was glad for all their happiness, the truth was that she missed her life in Greendale. She missed going to class and learning. She missed diligently taking notes. She missed school dances and all the various crazy adventures she got into. She missed her apartment and desperately blocking out all manners of noise to try and study. She missed cleaning and making everything organized and finding a place for everything. She missed purple pens and stuffed animals and romantic comedies and singing along to Disney movies. She missed the Dean's creepy costumes and Chang driving everyone insane with his antics. She missed Starburns and his sideburns, Garret and his exasperation, Duncan and his drunkenness.

But most of all she missed the study group. Her heart ached as she thought about them, and realized she would never see them again. She missed Shirley's sweetness and her struggle to be a good mother and prove that that wasn't all that she was. She missed Britta desperately trying to get them to feel bad at ignoring social causes. She missed Pierce shocking everyone with either being behind the times, being horrible offensive, or occasionally even insightful. She missed living with Troy and Abed and how they were like the brothers she never had. She missed Troy's childlike wonder and his appreciation of the simple things in life. And she missed Abed's pop culture obsessions and making the world more whimsical with his take on reality.

But she missed Jeff Winger beyond anything or anyone else. She missed his sarcasm and how he did everything possible to avoid work. She missed rolling her eyes at seeing him put more effort into avoiding work then just actually doing it. She missed his 'Winger speeches' and his amazing gift for gab. She missed how annoyed he would get when someone did something to hurt her. She missed how he was trying to become a better person, even if most times it seemed like one step forward three steps back. She missed his perfectly styled hair and his face and devilish smile. She missed how tall he was and how she felt herself flush when she saw him shirtless or in a particularly tight shirt and pair of jeans. She missed his hugs and the feel of his lips against hers and those special smiles she knew he only gave her.

She knew Jeff was far from perfect. He was narcissistic and conceited. He continually denied that there was anything real inside of him and that he actually did care about things besides himself. He had the maturity level of a teenager in spite of being in his thirties. He drove her crazy with his laziness and his selfishness. And how he fought tooth and nail not to admit that he had real romantic feelings for her. But she loved him, in spite of all of his many imperfections. She wished she could see him again, just one more time.

Her face fell as she realized that it was impossible for her to ever see him again. And even if it could somehow happen, it wouldn't matter. He had forgotten that she ever existed. Everything that they had had was now gone forever, alive only in her memory.

"Annabelle!" She looked over as Glawar flew over to her. She and Annie had grown up together and was probably her closest friend here. Like herself her parents were each from a different kingdom. But while Annie looked like she was from pure Kapitos ancestry despite her parentage, Glawar truly looked like a mixture of both her parents' heritage. While her skin was green it was far lighter than that of a full blooded Geragious.

Annie put on an earnest smile as Glawar landed next to her. "Annabelle, how are you? I haven't seen you since the festivities ended."

"I'm good. Glad to be back home."

Glawar smiled slightly as she waved her hands in front of the bees. "Can you give us a moment? For some girl time." The bees flew into the air, hissing angrily at Glawar before taking off. She waited until they were gone before addressing Annie. "Annabelle, what's up?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Annabelle, it's me. I know when you're lying, remember. You're been unhappy ever since you've gotten back."

"It's nothing, I'm fine." She looked away as Glawar kept looking at her intently. Finally she sighed and turned to face her. "Ok, fine. I miss Greendale."

Glawar frowned at what she heard. "Is Greendale code for the forest?"

"It's where I was in the human world."

"OH!" She shook her head as she took that in. "You're been upset about not being in the human world? Are you sure you're all right? I would never want to leave here, especially to go there. I mean, when I found out you had to go to their world I was shocked. Everything I've ever heard about humans and their world seems terrible."

"Yea, humans do a lot of terrible things. But there are a ton of amazing stuff there."

"Like what?"

Annie thought for a moment as she tried to think of what to tell her. "Well, they have movies and television."

"What's that?"

"You know how when you read a book and you picture what's happening in your head? Well with movies and television those images are on a screen for everyone to see and enjoy. And they have machines that can transport you all over the world. Over land and air and water. And they have food that you've never imagined before. They have this desert called chocolate. It's so sweet and good. And I miss the people. I made such amazing friends there. There's one girl I'm friends with, Britta. She looks just like the Duin's daughter, Christinia. And there were two guys I lived with, Troy and Abed, who always went on these amazing adventures."

Glawar nodded her head as she heard all of this. "It sounds really interesting."

"It is. It's an amazing place." She sighed sadly as she looked out into the distance.

Glawar wrapped an arm around her neck as she pulled her close. "Annabelle. Listen. I know you've always had a fascination with the human world, long before you were sent over there. But this is your home. This is where you belong."

"Yea, sure." Annie said softly.

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"Well guess what handsome hobo. You're grave train is leaving the station. Chucka chucka chucha chucka chucka chucha chucka chucka chucha chucka whahoo whahoo!"

Jeff brought his hands to his head as he realized it had happened again. He had had another vision of the imaginary woman. This made five in total since they first started a week ago. He had no idea what was causing them. This time he had just been sitting at home watching Die Hard when it happened.

He had already gone to see his doctor to get checked out. But besides finding out that his cholesterol was lower since his last visit everything was the same. He was as healthy as he always was. They hadn't been able to find anything wrong with him.

Jeff tried to decipher what this vision was. The young woman had called him a handsome hobo, and then did an adorable impression of a train while the rest of the study group looked on in bemusement. Well at least this one wasn't as unsettling as the one he had before then. In that vision she had called herself a spinster librarian and then took a clip out of her hair, shaking her head as it fell loose around her shoulders before giving him a radiant smile. That vision unsettled him because once it was over he felt honest to god butterflies in his stomach. That simple action caused him to feel affection and desire for her, the woman who didn't exist.

After seeing her five times he now had a fairly good idea of what she looked like. She was short and petite, with smooth creamy white skin and silky looking brown hair. She had a great pair of legs in spite of her height, and an even better pair of tits. But amazingly it was her face he kept focusing back on. She had small yet pouty lips, a cute little nose, and a smile that could light up a room. And her eyes, he couldn't properly describe how amazing her eyes were. They were like animi eyes. No, more like eyes on a Disney character. Too big to seem real, and yet perfect for her face.

Jeff had tried to find out who she was. He looked her up in the student directory but no woman matched her description. He tried to think of any movie or TV show she might have been on, but he drew a blank. He had no idea who she was, or if she even really existed. And yet somehow he kept envisioning having some kind of a life with her. They weren't a couple, at least based on what he was seeing. And yet the more he saw her the more he kept feeling something he really hadn't felt before. A warm tingling feeling that started in his stomach and moved to his chest.

What's happening to me, he thought?