"People change, it's hard to go back to what you were, I don't know if it's possible or even worth trying to be honest. I can't remember what that person was like anymore."

For future reference, Anna thought to herself as she stumbled from the car and into the task force headquarters, recovering from two months of being tied to a post was not easier the second time. Even if she couldn't remember the second time, per se, and it didn't really happen more than once, but the thought still stood. It wasn't worse, or at least, not from what she could remember (she still wasn't blind and she still could walk) but it still wasn't what she'd term enjoyable either.

Especially since, with little else but existential bullshit philosophy to occupy her mind, there was the nauseating practical question of what now? Although, strangely enough, Light himself had played a role of… some comfort back there in the car. Perhaps not strangely though, Light the amnesiac had proven to be quite helpful and supportive last time. Still, he'd been doing this for months, living and planning even with the knowledge of his own fictitious nature, almost a year when Anna and L met their fateful ends. If he could somehow handle that, more, if he could successfully move past Death Note canon then surely that said something, didn't it?

Sure, it'd blown up in their faces, or rather Anna Jones' face, but the point remained that Light, in some capacity, had handled this metaphysical bullshit quite well. Probably better than she was handling it at the moment.

Sure, Anna didn't have an Anna Jones of her own, well, the fickle god that ruled over her life sort of counted as an outside source to be consulted, but still…

Point being, easier and more practical than contemplating the meaning of life was coming up with what had to happen next.

Pander to god like author figure by playing it up with L and Light and being a leaf on the metaphorical wind. Well… In retrospect of her burning bush equivalent that left a lot of room for interpretation. If Anna was writing the story…

Well, Anna wouldn't write this story, clearly, it wasn't her cup of tea and probably was a terrible read. Who would want to read about Anna Jones, representative of every girl except ten times better at math and Japanese, L's heir apparent, best friends with and or blackmailed hostage of Light Yagami, and caught in a desperately fraught love triangle with dangers like Misa and Mikami waiting just around the corner?

Oh, and the sass and sarcasm, must not forget Anna's inherent sass and sarcasm (which she now had the horrible realization that it probably wasn't a coping mechanism like she'd always thought but instead one of those characteristics that was supposed to make her endearing… She didn't feel very endearing).

However, if Anna was writing this story, then how would she end it? Or, rather, how would she go on from this rewritten point where everything had fallen apart? What kind of actions, character development, tension, climax, ending, et cetera, would the god-author be satisfied with?

Light was still touching her, like he had the first time, holding her hand and supporting her with an arm under her shoulders when it became clear that Anna lacked any stamina at all. It was still very surreal, even after the first time, the explanation of memory-loss dating, and divine intervention.

Anna tried not to think about this too much, even as Light shot her increasingly worried and dubious looks (as if they were all real people, how cute), even when they stepped inside L's bat cave with everyone waiting for Anna and Misa's appearance.

If Anna was the author…

Well, backing that thought up, there were roughly four endings she could think to give a story like this. First, the easy if bizarre way out, L and Light both win, L learns about love and friendship, Light either redeems himself or never gets his Kira memories back, and they form a super sexy threesome involved with kinky things like handcuffs and oh dear god in heaven Anna Jones might rather face nonexistence.

She could feel her face burning from the thought alone, even as she shuddered, still, it technically was an option.

Second, L wins. Now, either L victoriously defeats Light, Light willingly sacrifices himself, or some other way this comes about that Anna could not for the life of her put together at the moment. Either way, Light either willingly concedes defeat and ends up best man at their wedding or else dies or is locked in prison with Anna visiting him awkwardly in prison afterward and asking for his blessing.

Third, Light wins with L gloriously defeated and very likely dead or else L conceding defeat to a likely memoryless Light. Now, did the first of this scream Hannibal Lector to her in blood red letters, why yes, yes it did…

And fourth, they all lose, Anna becomes a strong independent woman who doesn't need men in her life thank you very much, or else they kill each other off and she cries in agony over their corpses like Hamlet's mom at the end of the play.

Good god, all these options were awful. More, they were all so awful, in their own unique way, that she couldn't tell which the author would want. Light's complete annihilation of the enemy team didn't really seem her style, nor did killing everyone (though she'd done essentially this before via Mikami and Misa), but Anna had no clue at all, maybe it was.

That was, if an ending was what Anna wanted. If the story ended, after all, then what happened to well… Everyone? Would that be any different, better, worse, than if they'd just ended as abruptly as they had before?

But whatever Anna was going to think about next, probably make a decision of which of those truly terrible dating simulation options was the winner, was interrupted by Light talking to the rest of the somewhat sheepish task force as well as the increasing sense of déjà vu that she felt she was going to be settled with for the rest of her existence.

"I hope you're satisfied, Ryuzaki!" Ah, Kira-less Light trying to be intimidating, he tried so hard yet was squandering the infinite potential he had stored inside himself.

And there was L, right on cue, parroting words that Anna was frighteningly sure he'd said the last go-round of this scene (making Anna wonder if it was more simulated versus the writer recycling old chapters, though clearly mostly dialogue, as Anna Jones' thoughts were nowhere near what they'd been the first go around), "Well, I wouldn't say satisfied…"

L trailed off, his eyes settling on Anna's for far too long, again. And for a moment… For a moment she was torn between fond exasperation and relief and a deep seeded fear and loathing that she couldn't shake from herself even now. She'd watched him die, and it'd been so sudden, there'd been no sense of mourning or even a chance to and now here he was, alive and well, and looking at her as if he was searching the very depths of her soul for some spark of familiarity.

Perhaps for that fictitious Anna Jones' whose past he knew but she somehow didn't, a dropped detail on the part of the author's, now putting many of their conversations into a strange perspective that she still couldn't quite bring herself to appreciate.

After all, at the end of things, L was still and always would be L.

"Light! Misa was hoping she would see you again!" Misa, once again after two months of imprisonment, looked damn good and smiled an overjoyed smile at a completely horrified Light Yagami. And nowhere in her was the knowledge of murder or death or L and the task force's blood on her hands.

Light stepped back, pulling Anna back with him and into his chest, like any good overprotective boyfriend might (though in the case of Misa, it was a bit hard to be overprotective, given that Misa had literally murdered all of them when left to her own devices).

"Light, how dare you cling to some other woman when your girlfriend needs you?! Why are you always so mean to Misa?!"

Oh, shit, Anna remembered where this was going now.

"Girlfriend?! You aren't my girlfriend, you crazy stalker!"

Right, this was where Light and Misa played the selective amnesia game with their love lives and went on an almost soap opera worthy spiel about girlfriends, stalkers, threats, love at first sight, and the like. All that was missing was the evil twin brother, the kidnapped baby, and the clones.

How had she almost forgotten about this?

Oh, right, she'd been shot in the head by Matsuda. Yes, in retrospect that still seemed much more pressing.

"Stalker?! You said you loved me!"

"You threatened to kill any woman who stepped near me! You threatened Anna several times! You framed her for being Kira!"

Anna couldn't help but let her eyes drift towards L, who appeared to be mirroring her own look of befuddled exasperation as he watched this bizarre scene unfold, and oh god, was this a moment of kinship between them, did this unlock the first step on the path towards her and L's future socially awkward half alien babies?

L's lips quirked up at her attention, amused by her look of horror no doubt, and he bit on his thumb even as he said, "My, my, let me see if I've gotten this straight. Amane Misa, you claim that you and Light have been dating since…"

This was all the cue Misa needed as she romantically told the story of her and Light first meeting, "Early spring, which Misa thinks is just so romantic! Love is best for springtime when the sakura is blooming!"

"That's not true at…" Light started only for L to hold up his hand and interrupt.

"And you, Light, claim that this woman has been stalking you and giving death threats to your friend Anna Jones."

Death threats was the understatement of the century given that Misa had, in the not too distant future, been responsible for Anna's murder. Except that hadn't happened yet, but Misa had still certainly threatened her, and threw her into prison.

"Well, those are certainly two conflicting stories," L concluded as his eyes drifted from Misa to Light and finally to Anna, "But I wonder, there's one point of view we haven't heard yet, isn't there Anna?"

Oh, oh shit.

Anna felt her face pale, oh right, this was where she had to say what happened and why. More importantly, did she change what she'd said last time? What had she even said last time? Could the author avoid Misa shanking her if Anna agreed with Light? Would the author do that since Misa had been her vehicle of death last time?

Exactly how much of this did the author control again? It couldn't be too much if Anna Jones had managed to ruin it, more, had been given this strange second opportunity. She had to believe she had some control over her own existence, however pitiful, if only to maintain her own sanity.

"…Uh…" she started, eyes flicking to a now vaguely irritated Light and an increasingly angry Misa.

See, it was all good to be philosophical when your actual murderer wasn't looking you in the face, and it was all good to come to terms with not existing when you were dead and or hallucinating, but it was really hard to come to terms with that when you were alive, breathing, sweating, and both Kiras were glaring at you waiting for you to say something.

Oh, Jesus, she couldn't keep stalling.

She blurted the first thing that came into her head, which turned out to be the same decision she'd made last time, to placate Misa, "What, Misa and Light not dating? No, they date all the time, since Spring… It was romantic."

L's eyebrow rose, Misa beamed, and Light looked like he was going to kill her as a normal person versus as Kira which was fine enough for her. Still, she couldn't help but look at the ceiling, wondering if divine retribution was about to reign down upon her for not giving into Light's every whim.

Nothing happened, the lights didn't flicker, a bullet didn't lodge itself in her brain, and the ceiling remained… Well, a ceiling. That was… perhaps a dubious sign of divine support.

"Anna, how could I be dating Misa when you and I have been dating since November?!"

Oh, right, that. Anna looked down from the ceiling, blinking, brain absolutely blank except for the nagging thought that this was the moment that she'd vomited on L's feet.

Except this time she wasn't nearly as shocked by that idea and the vomit, if she wanted it or not, just wasn't coming, so she decided that if she was going to hell she might as well take the express car, "What can I say, Light? You get around."

It took her a few days, a few days of staring into space or else at Light or L in eerily intense contemplation, a few days of barely pretending to hunt down Kira for Anna Jones to finally say, "Okay, Light, bear with me, this is going to get… very surreal."

Light couldn't even look at her, or rather, Light wanted to look anywhere else, but he couldn't quite bring himself to look away. Sometimes he wondered just what it was he saw in Anna Jones, why they were such close friends when she was so…

So very dense sometimes. Dense, mulishly stubborn, lazy, nihilistic, philosophical to a fault, and so disassociated from the reality of the situation she was in.

Well, except those times when she wasn't, but the Anna Jones he needed to see right now was not staring back at him, instead it was Anna Jones the façade, brazen and American in sweatpants who had taken her place.

"Anna," he said for what had to be the fiftieth time in two days, rubbing at his eyes and feeling the irritation and anger growing beyond his control even as his father, all his father's coworkers, and L himself watched, "Do you realize what's happening here?"

Anna shot him a somewhat annoyed look as she leaned back in her swivel chair, dutifully ignoring her own computer terminal and the criminal profiles littering the screen, "I'm perfectly aware of…"

Light didn't even wait for her to finish let alone start, "You, Anna, are our prime suspect for the Kira investigation along with Misa. Right now, if Ryuzaki hadn't let you help with the investigation, you'd still be locked in a room with her."

A toxic situation if there ever was one. Anna had barely stayed even a few hours before she'd called L from the bathroom, demanding to get off the floor before Misa smothered her in her sleep with a pillow. Which, given what Light knew of Misa, was not an altogether outlandish possibility.

Light then motioned to the silver handcuff chaining Anna to L, something he himself had been horrified with, but Anna seemed resigned or else indifferent to it as if she'd expected nothing less from the man!

And here, here Light could only sit dumbly and watch as she chained herself willingly to a man who had watched her on camera as she was left blindfolded, starved, and hung from a post for two months until he decided to fake her execution at Light's hand, watching as she babbled with barely any lucidity and judged these last, desperate, rambles of thought for a spark of Kira.

How could she possibly be so indifferent when Light himself wanted to strangle L with that silver chain every time he caught sight of it?

"And even helping our investigation, you're still kept under twenty-four seven, intimate, surveillance that would be balked at by any sane judge and jury…"

Anna here interrupted as she sipped on her coffee, perfectly indifferent to all the pairs of eyes watching this spat, L's included, "Thank you, Light, that's very sweet, but I'm surprisingly used to the handcuffs."

Oh, but Light wasn't going to take that sitting down either as he continued, voice louder and speaking over her, "And if we do not find Kira, the true original Kira, then this is how you will spend the rest of your life if something worse doesn't happen to you! You could be executed, you could be put into true solitary confinement! Don't you understand, Anna, it's not just your life at stake it's…"

He threw up his hands, looking around for support as everyone sheepishly glanced in other directions, however Anna Jones didn't seem moved in the slightest, instead, she looked strangely grim as she said, words laced with an irony that was beyond Light or anyone else, "Believe me Light, I know exactly what kind of stakes we're playing with. Now, if you're done having a tantrum, will you please sit down, shut up, and hear me out?"

A tantrum, here he was, working for her freedom, a freedom she didn't seem to care about at all, and she was saying that he was having a tantrum. Honestly, sometimes, he didn't even know why he bothered. He could be anywhere else right now, he hoped she knew that, he could be at university even, devoting time to his studies as he would be in any sane world.

In fact, thinking of that, he thought it best to remind her, "I don't have to be here, Anna, I'm doing this for you."

Anna seemed to be trying very hard to maintain a stoic expression, something Light didn't at all appreciate as he continued, "And I hope that someday soon, when you come to your senses, you'll realize just how much you owe me for this and everything that I'm sacrificing for your benefit. In the meantime, you could at least pretend to be grateful."

She sighed, at once looking exhausted, and rubbed a pale hand over her face, "I am grateful, Light, more than I thought possible, honestly. And I'm sorry if I don't seem like it, or if I seem distracted or disinterested or I don't even know… I'm grateful, and sorry, and I know that I owe you, more, I don't mind that I owe you anything, which I think says a lot for my part. Just… Just listen, for five minutes, please. I need… I need another perspective on this."

She then wryly glanced at L, who made no pretense of not staring at the pair of them as he ate his latest round of pastries, "Oh, don't mind me, please continue."

They both watched as he took another bite, licking his fingers before biting on his thumb again, not quite sucking it but certainly nibbling on the end of his fingernail as he hunched over himself like an oversized carrion bird.

Yes, Light would likely never get used to the idea that this human trash bag was L.

"And Light, I'd really rather not be forced to ask him," Anna said as she looked back at him, and it was a sad thing that Light understood perfectly what she meant, even if he was at his wit's ends with her.

Light threw up his hands, sighed, and gave up, "Fine, fine, what is it?"

For a moment she paused, considered her words, the began, "Hypothetically, if… God, was very likely a twelve to thirteen-year-old girl, wait, no, that came out wrong…"

She stopped, looked up towards the ceiling almost as if in supplication, before sighing and starting again, "Imagine a world where God is Sayu."

Light dearly wished he hadn't let her start, "I'm imagining a world where God is Sayu?"

"Don't get me wrong, I love Sayu," Anna said holding up her hands in defense, "But Sayu is a very good example of this and oh, what are you even looking at Ryuzaki, don't you have work to do?!"

L, at seeing this, said nothing and made no movement except to keep eating the apple tart in his hand.

Light sighed, rolling his own eyes, before blandly repeating what he'd heard thus far, "So, hypothetically, my sister is God."

At this Anna Jones smiled, leaned forward, and continued complete with dramatic hand gestures as she explained, "Yes, right, hypothetically your sister is God, more the entire point of the universe, of the entire world she has created, is focused upon three people and their love lives, a love triangle. Are you with me?"

Light had only one response to that, "No."

She sighed in irritation, glared across at Light, and asked, "Can you at least pretend to have some sort of imagination?"

Light was too tired to have some sort of imagination, as she called it, "Why would God create an entire world for the love lives of three people? That's inane."

"Well, create is a strong term, it's more borrowed," Anna mused.

"Borrowed? From who? The other God?" Light asked with raised eyebrows.

"Technically yes."

"Your hypothetical situation is getting confusing," Light noted with a snort, wondering if this wasn't why he was friends with Anna Jones, when the situation wasn't fraught with tension she was just bizarre enough to be almost entertaining.

"Which is why I said created and dammit, Light, you are making me lose my concentration," she snapped before taking a deep breath and starting over, "So, God Sayu has created or borrowed, it doesn't matter, a world whose sole focus is on the love lives of three people. One of them is basically an idealized avatar of herself, smart, funny, pretty, able to match wits with her two male costars, and ultimately the protagonist of… the universe, I suppose we'll call it."

Light, listening to this garbage, honestly had no real idea where it was going, and nor did he care. All he wanted to do was catch Kira and go home and pretend that none of this had ever happened. Was that so hard to ask?

Apparently, it was, as Anna kept on going much to Light's embarrassment and the morbid interest of everyone else, "One of the others, the first love interest, is… a younger and handsomer version of Hannibal Lector before he makes it to the mental asylum, and with slightly less cannibalism."

Did he dare point out that he had no idea who or what a Hannibal Lector was?

"Our final member of this triangle, the second love interest, is…" she trailed off, staring at the ceiling pointedly as she tried to think, "Technically a good person, but mostly by association, a genius of the highest caliber, and looks something like a zombie."

Here Light had to interrupt as he was beginning to see something of a pattern, or had the nagging suspicion that he was seeing something of a pattern, "Is it Ryuzaki?"

She paled, drew back, looking utterly flabbergasted, "No, no, no… This is all hypothetical, remember?"

It was L, which meant that Hannibal Lector was probably Light, just by association… And apparently Anna Jones thought of him as a cannibal behind his back. That was certainly good to know, though somehow not surprising.

He had the feeling that she'd always had a bad opinion of him and that it always surprised her when he in any way acted like a decent human being. A trait he'd found mostly to be mildly annoying if not outright insulting and now sometimes heart wrenching.

Was it so very hard to trust that he cared about her?

Yes, looking at her now, apparently it was.

Light decided to summarize once again, "Right, so Ryuzaki, me, and I assume you are in this world created by my little sister and are in a love triangle."

For a moment Anna said nothing, just stared at him with that comical look of the person who had been confronted by someone who simply knew too much, then she coughed attempted to write it off then said, "No, no, just people… Like us, sort of."

He sighed, "I'll have you know, Anna, that at the moment, I find you neither intelligent, pretty, nor funny."

"You are a jackass," Anna replied almost instinctively, and he was tempted to smile in response, a small amused thing, but he was just too tired and the future seemed so very bleak. They were nowhere close to catching Kira, and until then, Light couldn't find it in himself to appreciate Anna Jones' strange diversions.

"I am trying to do work," Light responded, already turning back to his computer to signal that he was more than done with this conversation.

"And I am not done!" Anna cried out before continuing, talking to Light's shoulders, "Anyways, so, the way I see it, there are four ways this hypothetical situation can end, an ending, which, by the way, must please your sister the tyrannical god."

"Oh, this should be good," Light muttered to himself, already looking through profiles once again and trying to search between the words to where Kira himself was undoubtedly lurking out of sight.

"One, ménage à trois," Anna started, unwillingly drawing Light's attention back with the audacious term and all its horrible implications, "All three of them get together, we avoid any hard decisions, and we get twice as much naughty sex scenes to please our preteen fickle mistress."

Did Anna really just suggest that he, L, and her… No, it didn't even bear thinking about. Clearly, prison had been worse for her than he'd thought.

"Please don't insult my sister," Light said but Anna didn't seem to care as she continued.

"Two, technically good trash bag zombie wins the triangle," Anna very pointedly did not look at L at this moment, a movement that L, who was watching this was a somewhat wry expression (if the bastard even had expressions at all) seemed to find amusing, "Which means Hannibal the not cannibal has admitted defeat or else has been conveniently booted off stage. Good defeats evil, sort of, and there is much rejoicing."

Light hoped that Anna wasn't thinking of dating Ryuzaki, if that was what she was implying, because then Light might seriously worry that she had some bastardized form of Stockholm Syndrome.

… He was clearly too tired and too fed up to take this as seriously as he should.

"Three, Hannibal the not cannibal wins the triangle," and here Anna pointedly did not look at Light, though his being the not a cannibal was very much implied, "Which means that trash bag zombie has admitted defeat or else has been conveniently booted off stage. Evil defeats good, sort of, and there is much rejoicing."

Now, Light technically was dating Anna, had been for a good number of months now, but right now he was hard-pressed to come up with why exactly that was. Especially since he was starting to wonder if this was her backhanded way of accusing him of being Kira.

As if he wasn't the only person in this room who believed wholeheartedly in her innocence and was the only one really attempting to help her and get her out of this hell. Evil, honestly, why was he the evil one?

"Finally, nobody wins, everyone dies, and there is… Probably not rejoicing but certainly lessons learned."

Light blinked, blinked again, crossed his arms and stated, "You forgot the possibility where Ryuzaki and I shack up, as you would term it."

She laughed, guffawed at that as she broke out into an amused grin, "Oh, no, if that was going to happen then I wouldn't even exist."

Light could only blandly state, "I don't even understand what that means."

"It means that you don't have to worry about that one," Anna said, brushing her hand to the side, "So… If Sayu were God, and the result of this must… please her, in some capacity, which would you pick?"

You could almost hear the forceful non-listening of everyone else, Matsuda making some call that he was going out for coffee again while everyone else shuffled conveniently out of the room, not willing to handle this. Aizawa muttering that he worked with children and Light not even having the energy to disagree.

"Well, I'd clearly pick Light and I having sex," L chimed in drily, only hastening the mass exodus from the room, as if there was something worse than hypothetically discussing the love life of Anna Jones it was discussing L's, "He's just so very attractive and charming."

It said far too much about Light's acquaintanceship with L that he didn't even blink. He did, however, shudder slightly, a movement copied and amplified by Anna herself.

Still, small favors that his father had left the room first and not heard that last bit. His father might have no respect for Anna (something that, while Light wouldn't say she'd earned his disregard, she did make it too easy to dismiss her every now and then) but on hearing L, even jokingly, declare his interest in Light…

Yes, hopefully Matsuda, the last out, would have enough tact and intelligence not to be an idiot and say something incredibly stupid.

"Ryuzaki, this was a question for Light, you only got to hear it because you handcuffed yourself to me like a jackass," Anna quipped back as soon as she'd gotten over her shuddering, appearing perfectly indifferent to the now empty room, as she'd been almost perfectly indifferent to the rest of the task force for days now.

Except Matsuda, every once in a while, she'd stare at him, a cold and assessing thing, watching whenever he entered and exited as if she was almost waiting for something. Thus far Matsuda hadn't noticed but for the life of him Light couldn't think what it would be about Matsuda that could spark her interest.

"None the less, as it's my sex life, I think I'm entitled to an opinion," L said, clearly unbothered by Anna's second shudder at the mention of his sex life.

"It's not your sex life, it's not even hypothetically your sex life, there are several options where hypothetical you doesn't get sex at all!" Anna pointed out.

"Yes, but three out of five is still fairly decent odds," L mused before noting, "Why, your odds of being Kira are substantially less than that."

"That would be because I'm not Kira," Anna dully responded, looking more exasperated than anything else, as if she knew that vehement denial would get her nowhere at all so she wasn't even willing to try anymore.

"That denial was flat, a little too tired, we'd best be adding a percentage," L remarked before cheerfully noting, "Still not three fifths though, you'll be happy to know."

"The joy I feel is immeasurable, Ryuzaki."

"And you have to choose one of these options?" Light asked before L could further derail her.

"Yes, it has been made… quite clear, that one of these options will be chosen for them whether they like it or not," she held out her hands, "So… choices, because honestly… Honestly I'm a little stumped."

And she did, surprisingly, looked genuinely stumped by this bizarre hypothetical situation she'd thought up. Finally, Light just said, "Anna, we're already dating, please don't cheat on me with Ryuzaki of all people."

"Oh, oh god, no," Anna said, before stopping herself, "That… Remember, it's all hypothetical, and in this hypothetical situation it has been made clear that that's not good enough."

Well if that was the case, "Then clearly, the hypothetical you has to choose the trash-bag."

"No, not necessarily," she chimed in, leaning back and staring at the ceiling in deep thought, "I think… It has to be unclear who the victor might be, that… That there is a choice, tension, drama. At least, I think."

"Then Anna, as your boyfriend, you have my vote already," his eyes then slid from her to L, "And even for you, I would never, ever, touch that."

L had the gall to look insulted by that, or at least mildly irritated.

That, at least, got a reasonable reaction out of her, she burst out laughing, shook her head and leaned back in her chair, dismissing him with a hand wave and saying, "Well, with that, I guess I'd better get back to doing real work."

Still, he thought to himself, even if she was crazy, or at least a few light bulbs short of a full chandelier, at least he'd been able to make her smile in all of this.

Author's Note: It's baaaaaaaaaaack, and with even more comic relief than usual! And L returns to his usual dry self, and Light to his irritated confusion, good times. Next up, well, I haven't quite decided but probably delving into the things that were spoiled in "Alphabet Children" and a character development/character intensive chapter before the unseen gears of the greater plot begin turning once again. And yes, indeed, there will be plot as the author is... an interesting person who we will get into later.

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