Guess what yall! My story has officially hit 100 reviews! HAPPY DANCE!

Hey!I got an update up on update Wednesday! Wow!

This week's chapter is dedicated to:

Jesteress:

Thank you for the great review. I'm glad that you like it so far. I was going for the whole "original" thing, but I bet you guessed that.

Word junky: oops, I got your review after I posted the next chapter.

Twadrummer: ah, no we don't, at least not in Michigan. What are orange Wednesdays? Well, anywho, glad you like it!

Angelwingz21: yeah, well, I thought I might as well post one more since I didn't know when I'd be able to do so again.

Sarah-K-O-M: hey girl! Computers are dumb, non?

Le Jack: Yeah, I know, slow story, I'm just in a funky can-write-but-can't-get-it-right rut right now. And I really do enjoy getting your reviews. You give very good constructive criticism.

Drink-Up-Me-Heartis-Yo-Ho: …leathery goodness?… do I want to know?

It's Kat Sparrow luv: Glad your likin' it, luv; )

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Katrina woke up shivering in the early morning chill. She opened her eyes to see that the window had been left open, letting in the ocean cooled air. The graying sky told her that dawn was not far off.

Standing up she shivered again. What had happened to her blanket? Katrina looked at the bed, the blanket was cocooned around Sera's little body. Katrina smiled indulgently, then bent down to shake the little girl's shoulder.

"Sera, wake up, precious."

Sera blinked up at Katrina sleepily. "No." she mumbled, rolling over onto her side.

Katrina shrugged. There was no way to get Sera up when she acted that way." I'll be downstairs if you need me, ok?"

A sleepy "Mmm." Was the only answer she got.

With a smile, Katrina slipped from the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. She told the Lyons she would work today to pay off last night's stay, though they wouldn't let her pay for her and Sera's meal. Katrina listened to the voices, already filtering from the dining room, while she was tying on her apron.

"Why lad, wha' 'appened ta yer 'ead?" Katrina grinned at the sound of Mr. Lyon's booming, yet gentle voice.

"Hunting accident." Came the curt reply, the voice making Katrina's blood run cold. "Listen old man, I'm looking for a girl, blond hair, unusual blue-green eyes." Katrina moved closer to the door to the dining room to hear better what was being said.

"Oi, yeah, I've seen 'er." A new voice said.

Oh, lord. No.

"Lass works over at the Horse Shoe. Right fine dancer, too!"

"'Course I heard she moved to Princeton, or was it Williamsburg?" another voice joined.

"Can't say I rightfully remember." The fist voice replied. "But I though' it was that lil town called Twin Oaks."

"Now tha' you mention it…"

"You're all just a bunch of old coots!" came Edmond's angry voice, followed by stomping footsteps, which faded away.

"Tis safe now, child." the voice behind her made Katrina jump.

"Oh, Mrs. Lyons, you scared me." Katrina said.

"Well tha' man is gone now, an' we got some mighty 'ungry customers. I'd say, time ta ge' movin'." Mrs. Lyons punctured her statement with a smirk, taking away any sign of an order.

"So it is." Katrina picked up her tray.

"Bacon and eggs or biscuits and gravy this mornin, luv."

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Katrina was just finished serving what seemed like her hundredth table when the door to the kitchen burst open and a little blue eyed bundle ran up and latched onto Katrina's legs, making her loose her balance and for eggs to go flying everywhere.

"Sera!" Katrina exclaimed, standing up and attempting to brush off some splattered egg. Then bending down to wipe up the mess with an old rag. Her most recent customers chuckling.

"Kitty, look."

Katrina stopped her cleaning to glance at Sera. She was in a sky blue dress and a tiny apron. Katrina let her eyes roam to the kitchen door, there, Mrs. Lyons was smiling in the open door way.

"Very nice. Do you want to help me today?"

Sera gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Do you remember how I showed you to wipe down the work table?'

Sera nodded again.

"Well wiping down these little tables are just the same, only they are smaller. Think you can handle that?"

Sera nodded. "Good, go see if you can get a rag from Mrs. Lyons, ok sweetie?" Sera whirled and scampered into the kitchen. Katrina sighed with a smile, well, at least Sera was acting a little more like herself.

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Katrina groaned, sitting down at the small table in the kitchen. "I forgot how much running around you do while serving people like this."

Mr. Lyons laughed, then took a sip from his mug of ale.

"Aye, does 'urt the feet a bit, till ya ge' used ta it."

Katrina allowed a weary grin, Sera curling up in her lap. "That it does." Katrina stood up, picking up Sera who was nearly asleep. "It was nice to see you again, Mr. Lyons, Mrs. Lyons."

"Why, child, your no' going, are ya?" Mrs. Lyons inquired. "We though' ya migh' like ta stay."

"I would, Mrs. Lyons. But I' going to stay with some.. friends. But I will never forget how nice you've been to me. Thank you for that."

"Well, at leas' take some o' this bread wi' you, It jus' came out o' the oven."

Katrina accepted the still warm loaf with a smile. Then she bundled Sera up in her cloak, picked up their small bag of belongings and headed out into the night.

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Ok, so a bit short, yes it is kinda a cliffy. Yes, it is just a chapter of fluff. Why is Katrina leaving the Lyons you ask? Well, Riley did find her there, and Edmond almost did, besides, there are some friends who we haven't seen in quite a few chapters…

Still trying to find another good "good guy" name, still taking suggestions…

Reviews are as good as chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

Movie quote:

"There's always room for one more."