Hello hello hello! First, I would like to say: WOW. JUST. WOW. All your reviews and support have simply been PHENOMENAL. Corny as it sounds, this is seriously an honor. I'll provide a quick summary, but first, I want acknowledge all the amazing readers and reviewers!

goddessoftea Aww, thank you dear! You are so sweet. I also get elated whenever you update- I literally fist-pump and drop everything to read your latest installment. (Your drabbles and one-shots are always so good, I usually re-read them. Ahaha.) Also, I completely agree with you. The show didn't really elaborate on what lead up to Theresa's crack; it just happened without prior explanation. So, with that being said, I also like to touch on what might have led up to the Phantom Rising events.

Nolls Thank you! I'm elated that you enjoy my writing, and I plan to continue until I die.

HoneyGoddess57 Thank you for the compliment, and thank you for loyally reading and reviewing my stories in general!

CrimsonRain101 Ahh, thank you, my friend! You are so kind, and I was so excited when I noticed you reviewed my stories! You are too kind, and haha, no worries! I love that analogy; I never had the brains to consider it before, but it's perfect! :D

Summary wise: I finally finished that one-shot I promised. It's rather quirky, and it's an original idea I've been toying with for quite some time. I always wondered why Theresa's mother was absent in the series. Most people believe she died, and I also am of accord with that notion, however, I also wondered, if that was the case, how did she even die in the first place? Well well well, if the CotT producers decided to hide the lady's story from us, then I'm just going to tell it myself.

For some reason, I like to envision Theresa's mother as a secretly troubled and wistful, aloof person, so I gave her a little personality, and there might just be a little like-mother-like daughter allusion? Whoops- maybe I gave away too much…

And wow this author's note is long. I'm just going to stop talking now and let you read what you came for. (Unless you don't read my tedious author's notes. In that case, kudos.)

Evanesce

Verb: Literary

To pass out of sight, memory, or existence.

The elegant ginger-haired lady in the ranch had it all. She was graceful, charming, wealthy, and not to mention, extremely attractive. She was almost too good to be true; she was like some kind of princess in fairytale; a mary-sue, dare I say. Most of the women in the surrounding countryside longed to be like her, and most of the men would stare at her husband in jealousy. No one could ever imagine that anything could be amiss with her. After all, she had more than she would ever need, and she was perfectly normal and grounded. Or, at least they thought so.

So when she told her husband and her daughter that she wanted a break, they couldn't figure out what she needed a break from.

Nonetheless, she insisted.

"I need to get away. I just need to get away from it all. I'll be back." she had said, almost absentmindedly.

So she simply got away, leaving her fairytale palace and her fairytale life. That part she did.

But she never came back.

She simply got away from it all.

Theresa had everything; wealth, power, beauty, charm, strength. But the one thing she didn't have, the one thing she never had, the one thing she would never have, was someone who lived for her. Someone who understood her. Someone she could trust and lean on for the rest of her life.

Her father was still there, but he was dead to her, and his superficial work and his thirst for wealth and power were his murderers. Her mother disappeared. And Jay. Her sweet, darling Jay. Was just as consumed in everything superficial like her father.

Their wedding day was quite normal. It wasn't really special, nor over-the-top, and they gave the impression of a happy couple.

Then one day, the aloof psychic realized her husband had died for her, and his logistic calculations and meticulous work were his killers.

"I need to get away. I just need to get away from it all. I'll be back." she had said, almost absentmindedly.

And she did get away. That part she did.

But she never came back. And this time, Jay couldn't blame the rain for the hot tears that streamed down his pallid face. She had simply gotten away, and no one would ever get her back.

In short: You guys are amazing, and I killed Theresa again.