When they entered the house, walking into what appeared to be a living room, a tall, amazingly beautiful, dark haired woman practically jumped on Izzy from out of nowhere. Flinching, she blushed as a much too girly sounding squeal came out of her mouth. Fitz chuckled slightly from behind her, muttering something about how it never got old.

Izzy ignored him, still not quite sure how to handle their recent talk. Instead she looked up at the woman, unsure if this was an attack or not. She looked like a not much older version of Biana, but with sky blue eyes. Even as she was sobbing, hugging Izzy in a bone crushing grip that sucked the air out of her, she still looked like she was ready to walk down a runway.

"Della, you know the, situation So-Izzy is in right now. We don't want to scare her any more than she already has been." A man's heavily accented voice said, turning sharp at the end.

"I had nothing to do with that part." Fitz angrily mumbled in an identical accent.

"I know." the first voice said, though they still sounded very unhappy.

Della let go of her, pulling away as she smiled at Izzy. "I'm so sorry, as soon as I saw you I completely forgot that you had… well that you had, forgotten." Her soft, flowy, slightly accented voice seemed to dance like the sparkles in her eyes. "I'm so happy you're back! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get adjusted quickly! Oh, we should go out shopping and get you a new wardrobe! I'm sure your old clothes won't fit you anymore! My you've really grown! You're even more beautiful than before, though I expected as much would happen!" She laughed slightly through tears, like a weigh had been lifted. Della wiped her eyes, somehow looking more like a princess in distress than the usual blotchy red faced, snot machine Izzy turned into.

"Umm, mom." Fitz began as he gently pulled Izzy back by the shoulder. "You'll overwhelm her. She's got a lot on her plate right now. I'm sure shopping is probably the last thing she'll want to do."

"M-maybe later though." Izzy shyly smiled. Della flashed a bright smile back, making Izzy feel like crying. Della reminded her of the moms she always saw on tv. Beautiful, kind, generous with hugs, always willing to take their daughters shopping or give advice. She didn't even know this woman, but it still tugged at her heart. She hadn't truly realized how badly she had wanted a mom, or how much she had needed a hug, until that moment. Aunt Cassy was a guardian, but she was always distant, seeming almost afraid to touch her, and Izzy could never tell her everything. It was so… different.

A tall man, who looked like Fitz's older identical twin took a step forward and put a hand on Della's shoulder. "Izzy, this is my wife, Della. My name is Alden, I'm Fitz and Biana, his sister's, father. I'm sorry you had such a… rough journey here. I can assure you that will not be a regular occurrence. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them to the best of my abilities, later. For now we should focus on getting you set up here."

Izzy opened her mouth, tempted to argue that she had a right to ask questions, or maybe even ask how they could possibly have been old enough to have Fitz, but her exhausted brain was still spinning from the past day's events, and the phrase, "getting you set up here" replayed in her head.

"I'll be staying here?"

Alden smiled, "If you want."

She blushed slightly. Stay here?! This place was like a castle, and unlike the usually vacant apartment she grew up in, it seemed… alive. She could almost imagine people running through the rooms laughing, or someone waiting for them to get back from school, or meals steaming on a table, homemade and waiting to be eaten instead of the usually half cold microwave meals she was so used to. Could she be so lucky? The thought that she was an idiot for even wanting to stay in a place she was kidnapped to crossed her mind, but her brain was too tried to process it. It was so warm and happy in here. And her cloak, Fitz's cloak, it was like walking around with a weighted blanket that smelled like a mixture between a roaring fire, pumpkin pie, and the Ralph Lauren cologne Maria always used to fuss over.

"Yes!" She enthusiastically yelled. "I-I mean, I would really like that..."

Della laughed slightly. "Perfect! We'll go shopping tomorrow!"

Alden raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, maybe the day after that. Once you have your strength back!"

Izzy's smile vanished as she awkwardly shuffled her feet, pulling out a loose eyelash and flicking it to the floor in the process. "Umm…" She really didn't want to have to tell them…

"What's wrong?" Alden asked, his brow creasing in worry.

"I, um, don't have any money…"

Alden, Della, even Fitz, smiled. She glanced between the three of them. Was she missing something?...

"I believe this is yours." Alden reached into his cloak's pocket before holding out a clasped hand. Izzy held her hand out as well, and he dropped a tiny blue cube into it.

She stared at it with confusion until he chuckled. Blushing slightly with embarrassment, she really wished she wasn't the only one who didn't know.

"It holds your birth fund. All the money you should ever need is in that cube. You just scan it to buy something, and it deducts it right away. This is a new one, since your old one was… lost."

Izzy stared at the cube. "My… what?" What country was this again?

"Your birth fund!" Della smiled. "All elves have one!"

Izzy stared blankly at her palm, her head spinning as her words entered her brain. If this was a cartoon, smoke would have been coming out of her ears.

"My…what?" She choked. "Elves… Elves..."

"You did tell her, right?" Alden hesitantly asked Fitz.

He opened his mouth, closed it, and slowly shook his head.

Izzy turned the cube around in her fingers and sighed. "I knew it was too good to be true. What was I thinking? I'm probably on some wackatarian commune."

"A… what?" Fitz asked, confusion etched on his face for once.

She sat the cube on a nearby end table with a klack. "You don't drink purple koolaid, do you?" The three "elves" stared back at her with a look of pure befuddlement, Della and Alden sharing a look in the process. Obviously, they didn't get the half joke half serious concern.

Izzy turned and made her way to the door, muttering "should have run while I had the chance," though she knew she wouldn't have made it far.