Got it, longer chapters...and I so need to write more battle scenes in stories perid, not nessecerily in this fic, so they don't suck so much ( second is my observation, not anybody else's)

I banish Rory back to his house, knowing he'll probably cause more harm than help in the clean up efforts and Ethan and I get to work restoring order in the park and surrounding neighborhood. I can't help but be disgusted at the pile of gooey grey powder that was once Jesse. I suppose I need to clean it up so some neighborhood dog doesn't get sick off of it.

Within about ten minutes, Ethan returns with his hands free of signs and I check my watch...it's about ten to five which means unfortunately in ten minutes his parents will awake and find him missing. They're seriously the only people I know of who wake up this early on a Saturday.

"You have to get home," I hiss..."your parents will be awake in ten minutes. We'll meet again in a couple of hours...but go now!"

With him gone I begin my walk home. Five minutes later I enter through the front door which is unlocked. My older brother, Tommy is snoring on the couch while an episode of that biker show...Sons of something, he loves so much is playing. However, his eyes snap open.

"Sara, why were you outside?"

"I umm, I had really bad insomnia and I decided some night air might help." I fake a yawn.

"You know Mom and Dad hate when you do that."

"And Mom and Dad also hate when you stay up watching T.V. until five in the morning." I counter. "Don't tell them I took a walk and I won't tell them you stayed up watching T.V."

"Blackmailer," he groans...but he gets up to take the DVD out as I walk up the stairs.

I spend the next few hours trying to sort my movie collection by genre; chick-flick, historical fiction, romantic comedy, thriller. Then I decide to arrange my CD collection by artist. Finally, at eight I decide to call Ethan.

His mom answers the phone, "Sara, to what do we owe the pleasure of your call? Please don't tell me you'll have to cancel babysitting next Friday."

"No, nothing like that Mrs. Mason, I just wanted to check up on Jane and Ethan."

"How sweet of you," her voice takes on a sentimental tone. "Jane's doing better, but Ethan is refusing to eat breakfast." now the tone is worried.

"I'm not sure why that would be." I try to sound confused.

"You don't think he got hurt worse in the fall than we originally thought, do you?"

"Think of something quickly Sara." "Did Mr. Mason burn the bacon again this morning? Ethan told me he hates burnt bacon."

"Why were you two discussing bacon?" she sounds confused.

"We decided to make BLTs for a snack one night because Benny was over and he was hungry...and I umm, I burnt the bacon." stupidest story ever.

"Oh, that was rude of him to tell you that when you worked so hard."

I pretend to agree, "I'll be over in about ten minutes to talk to him."