Hello! Another author's note here!

Just wanted to say thank you so much for all the reviews, I'm really glad so many people appreciate my story! I just want to know though…would you guys appreciate it if this was a short and sweet story? Or would you like a hella long multi-chapter fanfic? xD I can't decide how I want it to end…I have two good ideas, but they both have big flaws. D: Oh well, I bet nobody cares; enough from me! Onto the story!

"Great to meetcha! My names Biff!"

Biff, a brown-and-cream colored hippo, pumped Molly's hand (wing?) up and down.

"An' I love working out! And racin', squirt!" he smiled a large, toothy grin. "An' who're you?"

"Uh..I'm Molly," Molly replied. "Nice to meet you."

"Ye-haa!" Biff pumped his fists. "Maybe we can run around town together someday! You look like you'd run pretty fast!" he flexed his biceps. "But you're a lil' scrawny. We need to design a work out regimen!"

"Er, that sounds nice. I guess," Molly stuttered. "So, er…I have some…errands to run. See you around!" Molly promptly exited the house. She couldn't help but sigh. Jacques was bad enough, but now this? It seemed all the residents were all quite…exotic, to say the least. Molly seemed to be the only normal one. Oddly, the words normal and Biff were making her head swim. She shook herself and went to her house, deciding to take a nap.

Dreams swarmed her thoughts that night, but she only had one she remembered. It was Liam, standing on an unfamiliar field. He looked at Molly and smiled. Molly felt weird in this dream; her wings felt oddly bare, and when a cool, pleasing breeze blew, the feeling of her feathers ruffling was not there. Liam leaned in.

Molly paused, and the words leapt from her mouth before she could stop them.

"I only want to be friends."

Liam paused, his eyes widened. "I wasn't going to kiss you."

Molly felt a smile across her face. Confusion swept over her. It was as if someone was controlling her; no, it was like she was merely watching inside this person's body.

Person?

Molly wished to look down at her hands and see if it was true-if she was human-but for some reason, her head wouldn't look down.

"I…wanted to tell you something." Liam leaned in closer. His lip brushed her ear and Molly tensed. What the heck!

"My dad works for the government, you know? And, well, I found out through some papers under his desk…that the Operation isn't just to save us. They're looking for a new world, Molly!" He pulled back, his eyes shining. "There was a lot of weird stuff about holes and stuff, but…one part said that-"

Molly awoke with a jolt.

Ow ow ow ow.

It felt like a headache had broken into Molly's house, jumped into her brain, and thrown a New Years party complete with sledgehammers and wrecking balls.

Molly rubbed her temples, and thought about her brain's newest offering. An odd part of her dream was that it wasn't hazy, or foggy, or weird like most dreams. It felt like a memory, almost; half-real, but so long ago you wonder did that really happen?

"I'm going crazy," Molly grumbled. Of course it wasn't a memory. Was she insane? She forced herself up, and took some of the medicine she kept in her classical wardrobe. Then she took a deep breath and picked up the violin she had received from Liam (for unknown reasons), and picked up the bow.

The house was dead silent.

Molly closed her eyes.

And the violin sang.

Molly drew the bow across the strings, feeling the sound pour out. Her body relaxed, the headache backed off, as her wings acted on their own.

The sound was not even impressing Molly. She was in another dimension; a violet-tinted world were a rainbow occasionally appeared where a note hit high, or rushing streams where the notes went low.

Molly didn't even know she was singing until she heard her voice crack. She cleared her throat, not even pausing on the violin, and started again. She explored the purplish realm, drank the low-note water and observed the high-note rainbows, and inhaled everything in between; the G flowers, the D rocks; the A clouds and the E trees.

In a second, the world shattered, the bow screeched to a stop, her voice cut off by a beat. An insistent knocking at the door.

Molly gasped, as if surfacing from underwater.

I can play the violin?!

This realization hit Molly like a truck and she started trembling. She forced herself to stop (or at least tried) and answered the door.

"Oh, Liam, hey-"

"Was that you playing?" he asked, his eyes wide. "The violin?"

"Hello to you too," Molly muttered. Raising her voice, she said, "Yes, that was me. Guilty as charged."

"How-I thought-you…"

"Yeah, I had no idea I could play either. Did…it sound okay?" Molly asked, rather shyly.

"Okay?!" Liam's eyes widened further. "That was…incredible." His eyes were shining, large as pie bowls. Just like in her dream.

"It was the same piece you played…last year…at the concert." his eyes were shining unnaturally now; was he…

"Liam," Molly ventured cautiously, "are you…crying?"

"Shit," Liam sniffed. "No."

"What?"

"What?"

"What was that you said before?"

"Uhh, the concert?" Liam shifted his feet.

"No, right before you said 'no.'"

Liam's face flushed red.

"Er, nothing," Liam stuttered. "It's…kind of…not nice to say."

"What, shit?"

"Don't say that!" he broke off into laughter. "Oh my god, a little brown duck just cussed at me, I think I've finally lost it!" Molly just stared at him, making him laugh harder.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Uh, I guess I came to say nice playing skills."

"Well, thanks, quackidee." Molly slapped her forehead. "Ugh, did I say that again? It's starting to drive me crazy. I need a new catchphrase."

"How about…" Liam smiled. "How about…Hills?"

"What? Hills? That's a weird-"

"I dunno. I think it…fits you." Liam didn't explain further. Molly opened her mouth (bill?), wanting to tell him about her dream, but the memory of him leaning in, his closeness, his lips touching her ear; it shut her up. (AN: Don't get any ideas, you dirty-minded butts. Ones a duck and ones a human. Granted, Avery dated Snake…Oh nevermind…)

"Well, see you around, Molly." he turned to leave, then stopped.

Molly stepped out of her house and shut the door, making sure to keep the key with her this time. Something brushed her feathers. She turned quickly.

"Hey, I-How did you play that violin?"

"Do you have a violin obsession?"

"No, I mean…you don't know how to play. At least, you don't now. You used to."

"When? What are you-" Molly lurched back. The headache was returning. "Every time I talk to you, I get a headache. It's weird." Molly froze, realizing how cruel that sounded out loud. "Oh, I didn't mean…you don't talk a lot…not that I was implyin-"

"I get it. Don't worry." Liam grinned. "And I know why, too. But I can't tell you now, it'd probably…knock you out or something. Gotta take it slow." Liam nodded quickly, and waved.

"See you around for real this time," he called. "I gotta go. Filbert's come down with a cold, I'm gonna get him some medicine."

Molly waved faintly. She stared at his back, wondering why he didn't tell her the reason behind her headaches, the reason behind her suddenly becoming Paganini.

She decided to ignore it.

For now.

Guess what, I don't play the violin, I'm actually a piano player! I had to search up like three things to write this chapter ._. Oh well! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!