-1Chapter 22

A little before Falkor started dreaming, Priscilla had shown Jorelo the sights of the spacecraft. Priscilla closed the door to the cockpit so Falkor wouldn't hear them.

"Where to start first… Hmm," Priscilla wondered while keeping Jorelo balanced.

"How about the one we're standing in?" Jorelo suggested with a light chuckle, Priscilla joined in.

"Sure! This is what you'd call the living room," she began, Jorelo took notice that it seemed oddly familiar, "I thought I'd bring a little piece of home with us," she admitted while giggling, Jorelo realized he was right about it being similar.

"More like the whole home," Jorelo put in a teasing tone.

"The whole home in a spaceship, what-do-ya think of that?" Priscilla bragged proudly, Jorelo nodded and hummed. Priscilla went on, "except for the basement, it's now the engine room, but I don't think you'll mind," she led the fudgehog to one of the larger chairs in front of the evil contraption and sat him down.

"…Not at all," he smiled as Priscilla sat next to him, however there wasn't that much room that the chair had to offer, but it was doable. The pretztail couldn't help but stare into Jorelo's eyes, and Jorelo didn't have the will to shy his eyes away.

Priscilla leaned her head closer until her lips met with Jorelo. Though luckily for Jorelo, Priscilla left Jorelo's memories alone, this was for her pleasure only. But who said Jorelo didn't enjoy it either, he was more at ease than ever now.

Priscilla found herself wanting more as she wrapped her arms around Jorelo's neck and started going open mouth with him. It was only a matter of moments before the two soon caressing each other. Time seemed to stand still for the two, until a lovesick fudgehog's cries could be heard from inside the cockpit.

"…What's going on?" Jorelo retracted from Priscilla's embrace, her arms automatically let him loose, "is that Falkor?" Jorelo questioned as he glanced towards the door to the cockpit.

"Probably, it's only us three on board… I wonder what's got him so down," Priscilla wondered, also gazing at the door.

"I'm gonna go see if he's alright," Jorelo struggled to get off the chair. Luckily Priscilla was there to aid the recovering fudgehog to his feet, becoming the walking stick yet again for him. But she didn't mind, the closer she was to Jorelo the better.

As soon as Priscilla had opened the door, Falkor had silenced his cries and looked at her and Jorelo with embarrassment on his face.

"What's the matter?" Priscilla asked him, Falkor turned away from them both to hide his tears, but it was already too late.

"N-nothing," Falkor bunched himself up into a ball as Jorelo spoke up.

"I heard you crying Falkor, tell me what's wrong," Jorelo asked, leaning forward at him practically almost falling out of Priscilla's grasp.

"I-… I-… Don't want to talk about it," Falkor waved them off as Priscilla decided it was time to use her trusty telepathic skills again. It didn't take her long to locate Falkor's problem.

"…It's Hilary isn't it," Priscilla concluded as her face saddened, "you miss her, don't you?" Falkor looked over his shoulder at Priscilla, giving her the look that said she should mind her own business.

"…She's a lot like Melony, I don't know, maybe Hilary was hiding under the name Melony with Prisca on the moon." Falkor threw out an idea.

"I doubt it," Priscilla shook her head and paused for awhile, "…You want to know where Hilary lives right now, but you're struggling to find the answer," Priscilla said as she held tightly onto Jorelo so he wouldn't slip out of her paws.

"And I doubt you know where she is…" He retorted as he returned to facing himself. Priscilla shook her head knowing all too well.

"I know as well as you do," she admitted, "I know where she lives," Falkor met her eyes completely with astonishment all over his face.

"Where?" Falkor cried as Priscilla chuckled to herself before breaking his spirits.

"You'll find out in due time, Falkor," she smiled.

"But I want to find out now!" Falkor begged her with puppy dog eyes. Priscilla shook her head again.

"You can wait," the smile disappeared from her face.

"No, I can't!" Falkor was persistent with the pretztail.

"Then wait for Hilary's sake. From what I'm seeing you'd do anything for a girl, and the little things count… All you can do is wait," she explained, hoping he would stop fighting with her.

"I… I guess I will, for Hilary," Falkor obeyed.

Priscilla looked up at the main screen and analyzed what she saw. It didn't take her long to realize they were nearing Earth. She wished the spacecraft was further from earth, so she could have more time to spend with Jorelo.

"…You promise you'll help me find her though?" Falkor urged her to.

"I promise," Priscilla nodded, Jorelo suddenly butted in, "we're almost home…"

Malak awoke to a still cold and limp Pandora. It seemed like chances for her to wake up were becoming very slim to Malak, but he was willing to wait it out no matter how long it would take. Though time had stop for Malak as the mallowolf swore he saw Pandora's eyes open slightly for a brief second. Maybe she knew where she was and didn't want to be here? Or did it have something to do with that spoiled brat Jorelo?

"…Pandora?" Malak called out to her softly, wondering if she could hear him. He waited, but she didn't answer.

The spacecraft flew into the earth's atmosphere with it's cloaking gear still engaged. Priscilla had landed the spacecraft into a nearby opening in the woods and took off the cloaking once they safely touched ground.

"Well," Priscilla started, "this is where our search begins," she turned her seat around to face the two fudgehogs behind her. "Are we all ready?" This time Jorelo had the strength to pull himself out of his chair.

"Yep," Jorelo grinned, leaning on the arm of the chair to keep balanced. Seeing Jorelo struggle, Priscilla had taken her rightful place as his walking stick again. And with Falkor watching, made the him long for Hilary even more.

Sighing heavily, Falkor got up and followed them out. The doors flew open and the three were greeted by the woodland air. Priscilla took in a huge whiff, it felt nice to smell other smells besides the ones in that old cell she was trapped in.

"A-a-h…," Priscilla exhaled in a relaxed manner, "the air here is so nice, I can't understand why you guys wouldn't miss a place like this," Priscilla pondered as she helped Jorelo step by step down the stairs.

"I had other things to live for… Piñata Island really wasn't one of them," Jorelo replied, Falkor knew what it was too.

"Well…" Priscilla began to dig into him, "what are the things you live for then?" The pretztail gazed at him, she could see that he was thinking, and maybe thinking a little too hard.

"Pa…. Pan…" Jorelo couldn't find the right word.

"You don't have to tell me Jorelo," she hushed him, knowing what he was trying to say and acknowledging there were a few memories she had forgotten to take from him, "I already know," but Priscilla wasn't really upset about it, I mean, Pandora was already dead, right? Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.

"Really? I don't remember telling you though…" Jorelo's voice trailed off as they walked into the woods slowly.

"You don't have to remember, because I already do," Priscilla whispered into his ear. The way she put it made Jorelo feel a lot better, Priscilla's magic at work once again.

Not much was spoken of once they began their journey as they all found peace in the quiet breeze brushing up against the tress and shrubbery. Well, at least Priscilla and Jorelo, Falkor was too busy fighting with his own thoughts, he just wanted to ask Priscilla to give him the address to his sweetheart, but he knew she'd keep refusing him.

The three eventually made it to the end of the woods. The town outside looked calm, yet busy. Priscilla had looked both ways before crossing the street. Once she led the others to the opposite side of the road, the pretztail began to brief them on their mission.

"Okay, now that we're one step closer, I'm going to see where Malak has been recently," she informed them as she took off something that looked like a palm pilot off of her belt. Jorelo hadn't noticed she was wearing a belt until now, she also had a holster, complete with a handgun, and her cell phone, which looked oddly familiar to someone's he couldn't put his finger on.

The truth was, Priscilla was never wearing a belt to begin with, it started materializing as the memories of Pandora started to sink in, which was around the time where Jorelo and herself were enjoying their time together alone on the spacecraft.

She pressed on the screen of the palm pilot in random places and started concentrating on it, "it can't be…" Priscilla whispered to herself, Jorelo peeked over at the screen, but he couldn't understand what was going on with it.

"What's wrong?" Jorelo asked her, speculating over what's got her so worried. Priscilla was biting her lower lip, she knew what was wrong, her scanner was picking up traces of Malak along with Pandora, and she was most certainly alive, but just barely.

"N-Nothing, my batteries are just dying, that's all," Priscilla cleverly covered up her anxiousness.

"Okay, do you have spares on you?" Jorelo asked, wanting to make sure she had everything she needed.

"Yeah, it's fine Jorelo," she replied, trying to tune him out so she could find out where the pair had last been, "Falkor…" she called for him.

"Yeah Priscilla?" the fudgehog replied as he walked up to her wondering what she needed him for.

"Do you know where this place is?" She questioned as she shown him the palm pilot's screen which displayed a map location and an address displayed on it.

"It looks familiar… I think I might know where that is," Falkor scratched his head for a brief moment, "What about it?"

"Can you check there for me? Me and Jorelo are going to check around the town a bit more, see if we can pick anything else up from other people, Okay?" Priscilla placed the compact computer back in it's place as Falkor nodded.

"Alright," he nodded, soon departing from the group, walking down a random sidewalk. The observant fudgehog noticed his surroundings seemed very familiar. He looked from house to house and from sign to sign. He eventually found where Priscilla told him to go. He took a good look at the house in front of him. The building had to be at least two stories tall.

"This is the place I guess," Falkor said to himself as he walked up to the door, taking notice to the flowers and spread of garden tools near the front porch. After ringing the doorbell, Falkor had gawked at the neighborhood yet again as if he couldn't get enough, the door opened with a female voice that pulled his attention back.

"Yes?" the voice questioned his presence, wondering why Falkor was here.

"…Melony?" Falkor replied naturally, hearing the familiar voice as he turned around. The skeptical fudgehog couldn't believe his eyes, it was her. Or at least that was what he thought until she proved him wrong.

"I believe my name is Hilary…" She scowled slightly at the fudgehog as if he were brainless. Then thoughts of the dream and Hilary had quickly returned to him.

"Oh! Hilary! I'm sorry!" Falkor apologized as he grabbed her paws, "it's me! Falkor!"

"Fal…kor? I don't think I ever heard a name as silly as that before," Hilary tugged away, trying to retract her paws back from Falkor.

"You have heard of it before! You have to remember! Back then when we were kids! We'd hang out together! Don't you remember Hilary? You were forced to move away because of me!" Falkor tried to explain as his eyes never darted away from Hilary's. Unfortunately, Hilary still looked at Falkor as if he was a madman. Falkor continued anyways. "You even sent a letter that got lost in the mail! It never got to me 'till years later! You have to believe me!" He finished.

"Well… Where's the letter? Show me the letter and maybe I'll believe you," she glowered at him. Falkor remembered he got rid of the letter afterwards, not knowing who it was from back then.

"Heh, I don't even know who this Hilary is!" A slightly younger Falkor scoffed, laughing it off soon after.

"Maybe she's a desperate stalker," Jorelo humored him. Falkor shook his head.

"I doubt it, I don't think I have any," he replied while throwing the letter in a nearby trash can without a second thought. The action made Pandora jump in the discussion.

"You're not gonna keep it?" She raised an eyebrow, staring at him with perplexity.

"I don't see a reason why I should," he chucked.

"Not even for the memories?" Pandora tried to convince him into keeping it. Sadly, Falkor shook his head and ignored her suggestion.

"I can't really see why," Falkor rolled his eyes, not willing to go dig it back out, "anyways I'm gonna go to bed, it's getting late, see y'guys tomorrow," he departed with a wave. Once Falkor was out of sight, Pandora got up from her seat and had walked over to the garbage can.

"What are you doing?" Jorelo said, leaning over to get a better look.

"Finding that letter, that ass is going to thank me for it later," Pandora grumbled, pulling out the piece of paper and walking back to the table, "I'm gonna take a shower before I go back to my room and get some rest," she said while folding up the slightly tarnished paper and putting it in her wallet for later use. "Meet back here in the morning?" The pretztail asked him. Jorelo nodded with a smile.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Good night Jorelo," Pandora trotted away.

"G'night Pandora," he waved her off, watching her leave the lounge.