Somebody grab the confetti, because we need to throw a party, since Agent000 is back on fanfiction, amazingly enough! Granted, this is the first one I've EVER written on here that has no Fullmetal Alchemist in it, which feels kind of weird, but it's also the first one in ages that has inspired me, so I figured I'd write it and see what happened.

Now, before we go on, I need to alert you all to some "issues" that you might bicker over with me, heh heh. Rise of the Guardians is full of plotholes. Plotholes that are so big you can drive tanks through. And it makes me sad. So I've been researching like crazy to try and concoct ways to patch up the plotholes for this story, and I'm hoping I did that. I occasionally change "established" facts in order to do so, but I'm hoping I've at least made the story coherent. I've done my best anyway.

I do apologize in advance if I've screwed up any historical or cultural references in here. Social Studies was by far my WORST subject, but I hope I can capture the illusion of culture and time in here, all the same. Hopefully I at least do a better job than the movie did. I absolutely adore the movie, but their storytelling skills were a little lazy. ;)

Anyway, without further ado, here is Dabba Dabba Dove. I hope you enjoy the story. :)

Disclaimer: Ah, my old nemesis, the disclaimer, the purpose of which we know not of, considering that we all post these things on fanfiction, which is like an admission that we don't own the worlds we write about, not to mention adding disclaimers is not mentioned in the fanfiction agreement. Ah well, it's tradition I guess, and who am I to break the lovely tradition of the disclaimer? I do not own Rise of the Guardians. (What the heck? I didn't say Fullmetal Alchemist? I'm freaking out, man! *snickers*)

Jamie's laughter was worth the world to Jack Frost, and he was willing to risk creating more trouble for himself just to hear it. He always created trouble for himself anyway, so what was the problem? He was Jack Frost, and everyone had to deal with it.

"So how did you make Father Time so mad?" said Jamie between spurts of laughter.

Jack shrugged. That was something he was still trying to figure out himself. "Maybe he didn't like me freezing a couple of his hourglasses, the spoilsport." He plopped down onto his back in the snow and looked up into the sky. It was a clear night, which meant creating snow was out of the question during this night, but the stars were beautiful.

"You're crazy!" Jamie leaned over Jack, obscuring his view of the stars. So much for stargazing. All he was going to get was Jamiegazing if the kid kept staring like that. "Why would you freeze his hourglasses?"

"I wanted to see what would happen."

Jamie slapped the snow and laughed again. Beautiful sound. "And what did happen?"

"Eh," Jack shrugged. "The brute catapulted me back in time a year."

The shocked reaction on Jamie's face made Jack want to laugh harder than Jamie had been doing, but he resisted the urge just in case Jamie started laughing again. He didn't want to miss it. Jamie wouldn't be a child for very long.

"You went back in time? That's possible?"

Jack groaned as he sat up. How was he going to explain this to Jamie? There had to be a good way to do so without getting boring. Boring was a bad, evil, diabological thing, and the word had no business belonging in Jack's vocabulary.

"Yes, it's possible," said Jack, "but you have to annoy the heck out of old Daddy Time first, which I wouldn't advise anyone to do."

"But you did it!" said Jamie.

"All the more reason not to do it yourself. If I do it, it has to be a bad idea."

Jamie crossed his arms and poked out his lower lip to try to pout at Jack, though Jack saw the little upturned corners of Jamie's mouth trying not to betray the smile behind the pout and failing miserably. "It's not like I know where to find Father Time anyway."

"Good," said Jack. "Stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble."

This made Jamie snort, which turned into a series of giggles and accusatory finger shakings, but it took a while before Jamie was able to form words to accompany his giggles, though the words eventually happened. "Jack Frost is telling me to avoid someone because he's nothing but trouble. Really now?" The laughter drowned out anything else Jamie had intended to say, though that was fine by Jack. He preferred to hear Jamie laughing anyway.

"See?" Jack gestured wildly with his hands. His words must be emphasized, lest they be misunderstood by mere mortals and children and little chipmunks. "If I'm telling you someone's trouble, they have to be trouble!"

Jamie merely shook his head and laughed some more, which wasn't quite the reaction that Jack wanted. He hated to admit it, but he was slightly worried that Jamie might attempt to follow in his footsteps and do something stupid, which would actually be a problem if one had a limited lifespan like a human did. He would be much more at ease if Jamie reassured him that he would not look for Father Time and try to annoy him.

"Look," he said, "when the guy causes trouble, he really causes trouble. He's bumped me back in time quite a few times!"

What followed was a single, raucous laugh from Jamie, and an evil, pointing finger. "You mean you were stupid enough to try it more than once?"

"Heh heh." Now Jack felt stupid, having his own stupidity pointed out so clearly like that. He preferred the company of children just so he wouldn't realize how stupid he was, but on occasion, they had to pull an evil trick like the adults and point out his stupidity, the little monster.

He grabbed a snowball and threw it in Jamie's face, distracting the little villain long enough for Jack to jump to his feet and take off running. This was much better than revealing his own stupidity, especially with little Jamie running behind him, throwing snowballs at him and shouting about how Jack was being so unfair.

The running abruptly stopped upon Jack running into a large body of water. Jamie skidded to a stop beside him and said, "What's wrong, Jack?" They both knew that nothing prevented Jack from gliding right over the lake, so his hesitation was a little strange.

"It's just," Jack started to say, but his voice trailed off. He didn't really want to drag Jamie into his personal troubles. Telling him about Father Time was a little more than he had bargained for as it was.

"What?" said Jamie, and Jack sighed. Jamie looked worried, and the last thing he wanted to do was worry the little guy, but he didn't know how much revelation was a good idea. Maybe he could just keep a close eye on Jamie's face to determine when enough was enough.

"It's just that," Jack started again, "This is where I died."

"Holy-" Jamie's cheeks flushed, and he slapped his hands over his face. "But I thought you were, like, not a ghost. Or something."

Jack shook his head and started laughing. A ghost indeed. If he was anything undead, he was much more likely to be a poltergeist than anything else, though that term didn't quite apply either. But being a poltergeist didn't sound half bad. He could still play tricks on random people in that form.

"No, not a ghost, Jamie." He covered his face and continue laughing for another minute. He shouldn't be so amused at the thought of himself as a ghost, but he just couldn't help himself. He was probably just scared at having to discuss tough subjects with Jamie and was manifesting it this way, but that didn't excuse the stupid laughter. Jamie's expectant expression made him realize he had to combat the assessment with something better though, so he wracked his mind for terms that would make sense.

"I'm a-I'm a sprite. A winter sprite."

Jamie's confusion only grew worse. "You're a can of soda?"

Jack spluttered and covered his mouth so he wouldn't come across as any ruder than he already had been. "If I was a can of soda, do you know how frozen I would be?"

That took a moment for Jamie to ponder on, but he didn't waver when he said, "So you're a Slurpee then?"

Close enough. "Yep. That's it. You got me. I'm a big, gigantic Slurpee. You may now poke a straw in me and slurp me up."

Jamie made an expression of disgust. "Eh, no thanks. I don't drinks Slurpees in the winter anyway."

That was an amusing comeback, but not amusing enough to force Jack to laugh, and it gave him an easy way out of the difficult conversation if he played it properly. He turned and took a few steps away from the lake, hoping Jamie would follow and forget all about their awkward conversation.

"Wait!" Jamie bolted after Jack and barrelled into him, sending Jack sprawling into the snow. Well, that was something he didn't mind, but he could see questions on Jamie's face, and he was pretty sure he would mind those.

"What do you mean, 'you died', Jack? And what's a sprite?"

Great, so the little guy had been smart enough to figure out that a winter sprite wasn't a gigantic walking Slurpee. He didn't give the kid enough credit. He was smarter than was allowed for kids his age. Granted, most kids his age probably would have seen through that charade, but being smart enough to see through Jack's tricks should be criminal at any age.

Jack sighed. It was time to just give in. "A sprite is sort of like, um-a fairy, I guess. Not a ghost or anything." That explanation didn't seem to help matters much, as it just gave Jamie a fit of giggles at the mental image of Jack Frost waltzing around in a tutu and little gauzy wings, which he felt no shame in sharing the details with Jack.

Eventually, Jamie calmed back down and turned seriously to Jack. "So, do people turn into fairies when they die?"

"Not normally," said Jack, and he shook his head amusedly. "Your ghost theory might be accurate for most people. I wouldn't know."

"Then how did you become a fairy?"

This fairy business was getting old fast. Jack rolled his eyes and pushed Jamie up so the two of them could sit up properly on the snow. "I'd rather be called a sprite if you don't mind." Jamie didn't mind, so Jack continued on. "I died saving my sister's life, so the Man in the Moon decided I should live on like this. He made me into what I am now."

Jamie looked up at the moon, and was clearly impressed by it, probably for the first time in a long time. It was just as well, as the moon deserved to have more respect than it was traditionally given.

It was clear, looking at little Jamie's face, that the gears inside his head were churning and trying so hard to connect the pieces of the crazy story. Jack had told him hardly anything about his life, but just that tiny bit had been enough to upset Jamie's sense of reality. It would be best to not tell Jamie much more at this point, especially since Jack's memories were still coming back bit by bit. The tooth box had revealed just enough to unlock the part of his brain that had access to his memories, but the rest of the job was up to him. He didn't know if he could take remembering everything all at once, any more than Jamie could.

"So, you were-you were human once?" Jamie turned back to face Jack, but Jack wasn't so sure he wanted to face Jamie. This subject was a little bit scary.

"Yeah, I was," he said.

"Whoa!" said Jamie, "That's crazy! There was a human named Jack Frost?"

There were probably still plenty of unfortunate humans named Jack Frost, but that was beside the point. "No, my name was Jackson Overland. I became Jack Frost when I took this form."

"Whoa, cool!" said Jamie. "Jackson Overland. It's like Overland Lake, but-" That stopped both of them short, and they turned to look back at the lake. Jack's memories had only recently started returning, and before then, he hadn't questioned the name of the lake. It had always been named Overland Lake. But the more he thought about it, the reason it was named Overland Lake became obvious. He'd been memorialized there.

"They named the lake after you?" said Jamie.

"They-They must have," said Jack. He felt really stupid, and knew he probably looked it too, since he wasn't able to just proclaim with confidence that yes, Overland Lake was indeed named after him. But the thought had never crossed his mind before. He had left his loved ones behind, and they had missed him badly enough to convince everyone for centuries afterward to remember him.

A deep longing stretched through his heart, and he felt like it was going to break. He had left things untied with his family back then. What had happened to them after he'd died? Had Tannie gone on to make a good life for herself? She was so young to have lost her big brother, about Jamie's age. Was that why he was so attached to Jamie and his family?

"That's cool!" said Jamie, "Maybe my parents have heard of you then. The not-Jack-Frost you, I mean."

"Maybe," said Jack. He was very done with this conversation. How could he get Jamie to stop asking questions? "Why don't you go ask your parents about it?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Jamie thought on that a moment. "Will you still be here when I get back?"

Oh, that sly little devil. Well, Jack was just as sly as a ten-year-old. Actually, he hoped he was moreso. He'd had a lot more time to develop the skill. Maybe Jamie really was more clever than him. "I'll be somewhere," he said. "You don't have to worry, Jamie. You'll see me again soon. This is home!" He waved both his hands at the expanse surrounding the both of them.

That seemed to be good enough for Jamie, as he nodded and then ran off to his house to talk to his mother. Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He felt guilty for sending Jamie off like that, but he was freaking Jamie out too much. Or maybe that was just himself he was freaking out. Either way, it ought not to be done.

A nagging sense of worry plagued Jack as he stood up and walked away from the lake. He hadn't actually explained to Jamie what he had started the whole conversation to warn Jamie of, but he hoped Jamie would just trust him and avoid Father Time anyway. There was a reason he had demanded Jamie not seek the guy out, and it was a very good one too.

Jack Frost was over three hundred years old now, but it had only been about two hundred years since he'd died.

Jamie's parents were just boring and lame. They didn't believe in Jack Frost, which was sad enough as it was, but they also didn't know anything about Jackson Overland, which Jamie thought there was no excuse for. He found himself sitting in front of the computer, trying to find Jack online, but found he wasn't getting much success. This was annoying. Most of the sites that had information he was allowed to have were about Jackson Overlands who were currently living in the world as human beings, and anything that told him about people who had lived a long time ago required a credit card. It was tempting to snatch his mom's credit card and type in the number, but he feared she'd find out, and he knew the consequences of that: no dessert for a week, at least. The risk was too big. It wasn't worth it.

He boredly clicked through one link after another. There had to be something interesting on here that he didn't have to pay for. He didn't want to sit in front of the stupid screen all day when his friends were all outside, playing in the snow, and there was fun to be had. But he wanted to be able to show up and tell them something cool. Then again, maybe just telling them that Jack had once been human would be cool enough. Yeah, that would probably do it.

He was about to log off when a link caught his eye about the Overland name. It couldn't hurt to click on it and see if it said anything interesting, even though it probably wouldn't. When the screen loaded, he stared hard at the name, trying to figure out why they had written the name with a funny O with a slash through it. That was stupid.

Reading the page, however, revealed why they had written it that way, and he leaned back in his chair giggling. He was excited. There was something exciting to share with his friends after all.

Jack was Norwegian.

Had Tannie moved away from Burgess at some point? Or had something awful happened to her that would ensure she wasn't buried in her proper plot? Jack had scanned everywhere in the cemetery outside of Burgess, but no luck. She hadn't been buried next to mamma and pappa, which made matters difficult. He knew her first name of course, but there were so many Tanjas buried in this cemetery that he had no idea which was which.

He sat down by the nearest Tanja grave and held it protectively. It probably wasn't his Tannie, but it was the best he could do for now. He hoped she'd understand. Maybe she'd still be able to hear him from wherever she was, even though he was at the wrong grave. This one had died much too recently to be his sister.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to watch you grow up, Tannie." He waited for a moment, almost hoping for a response, but wasn't a bit surprised when there was none. A couple snowflakes hissed past. He pretended that was a response from her, and continued talking.

"Did you grow up fine without me? Did you find a good man to take care of you?" He hugged the headstone tighter, then released it and sat back and glared at it. "He'd better not have been Dutch. I told you that you could marry anyone so long as he wasn't Dutch." Jack shook his finger warningly at the stone, received no response, then half-heartedly smiled. "You snarky little thing. You probably married a Dutchman just to spite me, didn't you?"

He stood up and dusted himself off, trying his best to look dignified after that unmanly show of emotion. "Thank you for listening to me, Stranger Tanja." He touched his staff to the snow covering the grave, and a bouquet of ice flowers sprung up. "Think you could pass these on to my sister when you see her? You can keep some for yourself too."

There was no response, so he leapt into the air and flew off to who knew where. It didn't much matter where he went, so long as he got away from Burgess for a little while.

Jamie had never met a Norwegian before, or so he had thought before he'd spilled all his new learning to his friends when he went out to play. Norwegians were some sort of cool, legendary things. They were always either gods, or vikings, or some sorts of weird creatures...

"But I'm Norwegian too."

And then there was Pippa.

Jamie's heart sunk to his feet. Pippa wasn't a god. She wasn't a viking so far as he knew. And he didn't think she was a weird creature, though he supposed she could be hiding something under her clothes. He didn't want to look under her clothes to find out though. Girls were gross.

"You are not Norwegian," said Jamie, hoping desperately to gain some of his Norwegian fantasies back. It was worth a shot.

"Yeah huh," said Pippa. "Lots of people in Burgess are Norwegian. A lot of the original settlers were Norwegian. It makes sense that Jack would be too if he was from this town."

Jamie wasn't happy, and he wanted to say something back to Pippa to teach her what for, but he couldn't think of anything to say that made sense. He didn't want to hurt her, especially if she really was Norwegian since Norwegians were cool, but he didn't want her to be Norwegian either, because Pippa wasn't cool enough for that.

"I wish I was Norwegian," said Monty, interrupting Jamie's thoughts, which he was glad for. "I'm just boring and Irish."

"Yeah," said Jamie, nodding with Monty on the issue. "My family's boring and Dutch."

"But the Dutch aren't boring," interrupted Pippa. "You guys have wooden shoes. And tulips."

"No, we don't," said Jamie. "My mom kills more bulbs than she grows. And I've got sneakers, see?" He jumped up and down a few times, enjoying the squeak of leather and rubber on the pavement, only to slip on a patch of black ice and fall down on his rump. That darn Jack Frost, throwing that black ice around on roads. He'd have to have a talk with Jack about that one of these days.

"Well," said Pippa, rebounding quickly from Jamie's little incident, "At least Monty's interesting. He's got leprechauns! How cool is that?"

"I don't even believe in leprechauns, Pippa," said Monty, which only awarded him with a horrified reaction from Pippa.

"You believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Sandman, and even Jack Frost, but you don't believe in leprechauns?"

"Nope."

Pippa put her hands on her hips and swung around irritably as she started walking down the street. "I don't know you guys. Bye!"

"Bye!" Jamie and the others waved to her. She'd be back. She always came back. Even if they couldn't produce a leprechaun.

Everyone stood around for the next couple awkward moments looking stupidly at each other. There was no denying this was stupid. This certainly felt stupid. They should do something other than look at each other stupidly, because being stupid didn't feel so good. "Hey, guys!" said Jamie suddenly, "Did I ever tell you about Father Time?"

"Father What?" said Cupcake. Jamie rubbed his hands evilly. This would be a fun story to tell.

"Hellooooooo?" said Jack into the chasm. Several hellos answered back, but they all sounded just like him. That was dull. He wanted to hear someone other than him talking to himself. He'd had quite enough of that during the past three hundred years, thank you very much. "Hey!" He knocked on a pillar with his staff, causing an echo to richochet off the walls. "Is anybody home?"

What he was doing here, he couldn't say. He knew better. He had just warned Jamie to stay away from the guy. Yet here he was, bothering Father Time again. It seemed he just couldn't help himself. He should just go right then, before Father Time had the chance to wake up and find him there, or he'd get thrown back a year again. It would mean he wouldn't be able to talk to Jamie for a year, which would really suck, even though Jamie wouldn't notice the difference. He would just wake up the next day to a one-year-wiser Jack Frost.

"Time? Are you here?" Jack, you're being an idiot. Just turn around and head back. Do it quickly and he won't see you. He stepped into the corridor. Time had to be around here somewhere. His footsteps clanked on the heavy marble floor, quite the accomplishment for someone who usually walked on his tiptoes. The ceiling of the place arched into a huge dome, which took any tiny sound and reflected it back a hundredfold.

Jack, what are you doing? You're going to get sent back a year again. Do you want to be separated from Jamie for that long? He shook his head to the annoying little inner voice. No, he didn't want to be separated from Jamie for that long, but it was like his feet wouldn't listen to him. Or maybe his heart wasn't obeying his brain. Some part of him wasn't obeying another part of him, and so he wasn't leaving the place, and he was so disappointed in himself.

It's your funeral, Jack.

That just angered him. Inner voice or not, it had no place talking to him like that. "Look, he's not going to kill me, okay? He can't. All he can do is boot me back in time a year, okay? So shut up."

"And who might ye be talking to, my son?"

Jack started and twirled around to look into the face of the old man Time. He didn't look pleased, though he never did. Not when Jack was around, anyway. Jack must have aroused him out of a deep sleep, since he looked a bit disheveled with his hair all mussed up and his cloak slightly lopsided. A sleepy Time was not really a wise thing to wake up.

Jack waved a tiny little wave, smiling awkwardly at the old man. "Um, just talking to-myself?"

Time snorted. "Ye carry on conversations with yerself. Methinks it be the beginnings of insanity."

Jack laughed awkwardly and took a step back. His rebellious resolve to stay and do whatever was slipping away, and he now thought that leaving might be a good idea after all. He really didn't want to get catapulted back in time again and have to avoid himself for a year to avoid freaking his other self out. It wasn't fun. "Yes," he said, "Insane. Yes, I'm insane. So I'll just be going now..."

Time stepped toward Jack and thrust his lantern in Jack's face. "What is your purpose, Jack Frost? Why do ye keep coming here?"

Jack's hands waved around, trying to answer the question, but Time was looking to Jack's mouth for an answer, and the mouth was having trouble finding an answer. This was so frustrating. Time needed to just look at Jack's hands for the answer. They obviously thought they knew what to say.

Time put down his lantern, a gesture that Jack hadn't seen him do before, and he raised an eyebrow and watched Time curiously. What was the old codger up to?

"We will find what brings ye here, Jack Frost, and we will find what shall make ye avoid this place forevermore."

If that didn't sound ominous, Jack didn't know what did. Just that saying alone was enough to make Jack want to at least try to stay away from the creep forever. He launched himself into the air to leave, when a strong wind rushed into the room and every last doorway and window shut and locked itself with heavy wooden doors. Jack hadn't even been aware that those doorways and windows had doors. Now he was trapped inside, and Time could have his way with him, but why?

Jack came down and landed softly on his feet, and held his staff protectively in front of his body. He may have annoyed Time one too many times, but it had never gone beyond minor annoyance. Time was taking this too far, and Jack wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Time raised an hourglass over his head, and Jack flinched. He knew what Time could do with hourglasses, and he didn't like it much. "What brings ye here, Jack Frost?" Time slammed the hourglass on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. That was new. Normally Time threw hourglasses at him.

Dust from the sand rose up from the remains of the hourglass and formed into a vapor, which gradually took some sort of shape. It was difficult to make out at first, but he could definitely see two figures in the vapor. One of the figures then disappeared, and the remaining one cleared up and shouted, "Jack!"

Jack gasped and cupped his hand across his mouth. It was Tannie.

Time looked up at him with an unblinking eye, sending shivers down Jack's spine. It took a special kind of chill to make Jack Frost feel cold. "Ye were to leave the past behind, Jack Frost. Ye were to move on, as yer family has moved on, but ye have not done so."

"I'm sorry!" said Jack, and he lost his balance momentarily, so he swayed on his staff for support. "I won't do it again, I swear. I-I shouldn't still be clinging to the past. I know it-I just-just let me go, and I promise, I won't be back."

"No, ye won't be back," said Time, who then picked up another hourglass and eyed Jack with a square gaze, "because this ends now."

He then threw the hourglass at Jack, who tried to duck out of the way, but it was futile. He had never been able to dodge one of Time's hourglasses before, and he didn't this time. The hourglass grew in size until it was about eight feet tall, and then smacked down over Jack, trapping Jack inside.

"Farewell, Jack Frost," said Time, "I shall hope we never meet again."

The timepiece then took flight through some sort of weird dimension full of strange lights streaming by and the sounds of ticking clocks. It was exhilarating going through this place the first few times it had happened, but now Jack was just sick of it. Why wouldn't Time just leave him alone? Well, maybe Jack should have just left Time alone in the first place. It made more sense that way.

The hourglass shuttered as it hit ground, and then it poofed away into sand, leaving Jack lying on a snowy hill, atop a pile of melting sand. Father Time had to be the only person in existence who could create sand that could melt. The Sandman might be jealous if he knew it did that, but he'd never breathed a word about it to anyone. Not even to Jamie. Falling for this trick this many times was kind of embarrassing, and he didn't like rehashing the details.

Jack sat up and shook sand out of his ears. At least Time had had the sense to send him to a time and place that was frozen over, since Jack really didn't handle heat well, but he still didn't know where he was. Or when he was, for that matter. He leapt up and slid down the hillside, then glided off to the nearest town to investigate and find out just how many days he would have to wait to see Jamie again.

He landed in the town, and ran around looking for something to identify the time or the place, but this town was being rather stingy on that information, which stunk. Something nagged at the back of his head, but he brushed it off. It was probably just his brain trying to say he'd seen the town before, but of course he had. He'd seen every town in the world that was capable of freezing over, so what would be special about this one in particular?

His feet seemed to agree with the nagging brain, and they started to walk of their own accord down a familiar feeling path to a place that was who knew where. Stupid feet. They needed to learn that they didn't have brains in them and stop thinking for themselves. That was the brain's job. And the stupid brain needed to stop encouraging them or they would never learn.

All the chiding of his feet did nothing though, and they continued to meander wherever they wished until he found himself in front of a little house. The moment he saw the house, Jack started to shiver, and his hands froze over. He didn't have that happen often, but it seemed to happen whenever his hands should have gotten clammy, which he seemed to be incapable of doing as a winter sprite. He clamped his hands into fists and shattered the ice on his hands, then cautiously stepped up to the window and peered in.

A family was gathered around each other, clutching each other and mourning. Fear etched up his skin as suspicion of what had happened began to seep in. Surely it couldn't be. Time wouldn't go that low, would he?

The girl looked up briefly to rub her eyes, sniff, and then cry out, "Jack!" before going back to bowing her head with her parents. Jack turned his back to the window and allowed his feet to slide as he sank down to the ground.

Time really had sunk that low. He was back in Burgess, just after he had died.

There you go. I have no idea how this story will be received on fanfiction right now since I barely know the fandom as of yet, but feel free to tell me if you wish. Say whatever you want, be it yay, nay, or wanting me to jump in front of a truck because you hate my story. I've seen it all by this point, and frankly find flames rather funny. So say what you like, and I'll try to upload the next chapter as soon as I can. :)