Grace looked down upon the little piece of paper that held her fate and the fate of her family. It was not particularly big or grand, but it was important none the least. Before she knew it she was sitting at the table, like she had done so many times before; like the many nights when her husband was gone forever, abandoning them for some pretty face as far as she knew. And like when her son and baby had disappeared, lost in a waring world that she did not understand.

She closed her eyes and thought of her first child, Gregor. Ever since they've returned, he's so different from the boy she once knew. He was sullen, angry, and depressed. He also gained an earthly sort of wisdom, the kind that only comes when you've been through and accepted something both horrible and traumatic. He was a veteran, something that most could not say at his age. She was proud of him, but feared what the war down there had done to his mind.

She then thought of her first daughter, Lizzie. Grace couldn't deny that being in the Underland had helped the child come out of her shell. Panic attacks were at an all time low. There was a new confidence in her step. Lizzie seemed to be missing something in her though. She didn't enjoy puzzles like she use to. She would occasionally mutter "What's the point? I've already solved the most important puzzle I'm ever going to face," if she was handed one when she thought nobody could hear her. She no longer had the same drive for using her mind like she did before.

Her husband was also suffering. Two years had taken his health, and in some ways his mind. He didn't seem to see things clearly; he wasn't noticing the implications of long term problems such as depression that could catalyst into doing drugs and committing crimes with his two older children.

He couldn't hold a job. Things had tightened up after the first time he disappeared, not that they were ever particularly rich, but they were at least middle class. Then when he returned, he couldn't work. On top of having another mouth to feed, there were the expensive medical bills. And her children's extra curricular activities hadn't disappeared, there was still sports and clubs and band that all required fees and equipment. It all got very expensive, but she managed it on top of necessities.

Grace can't decide if the Underland had affected her youngest child, her baby Boots, the most or the least. She rarely stopped speaking in cockroach, and when she did she would only ask to go back to visit her insect friends.

"See Temp! See Temp!" she would often beg her mother when things became stressful around the apartment. Grace was terrified to bring the child to daycare; the caregivers would ask too many questions that she could not afford to answers.

Grace started to cry, and the paper that had Eviction written across the top in bold, fell from her hands and fell to the ground. She had no place to put her family that had been swallowed and thrown back up again without any consideration on how they would make it. The underland had destroyed her life.