Questilsa didn't bring Janelle, Jason and Kate back to the Sanctuary of Chaos.

Instead, she brought them back to the Lamberts' homes.

"Everything is a mess when you left this place the first time with Zackline," Questilsa's voice still cracked when she spoke her dead friend's name, but it was much better than before now. "That's why she didn't let you tell your parents. But now everything's settle down, so you can talk to your parents."

Janelle couldn't help being a little nervous when she rang the doorbell—neither she nor Jason had brought the key with them when they left. She had never been nervous on her house porch before. She never felt nervous when she entered her house, except for the time when she was seven. She came home after pushing another girl at school and her parents knew about it. She had stepped into her house with her heart pounding, knowing her parents were going to scold her, or even sent her to bed without dinner. Nine-year-old Jason was grinning smugly beside her at that time. Janelle still remembered well, Jason with his innocent face and dark hair so short that is almost seemed to be shaved.

So many had changed.

When their mother opened the door, she first screamed a whole bunch of trash that combined words that she had told her children never to use them. Then she crushed both of them with a giant hug, which was pretty impossible for a fragile woman like her.

Speaking of fragile, Janelle realized how thin her mother now was. She must have lost quite a lot of weight when her children were gone.

"Hey, Mom," she whispered into her mother's ear. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Kate and Questilsa slipping to the back of the house.

Mom and Dad both freaked out when they saw a creepy girl at their house (for example, a ten-year-old girl with short brown hair and stormy gray eyes), but they both relaxed when they realized it was the Girl of Creep who saved their kids' lives. Questilsa looked quite surprised when they patted her back and she quickly shied away.

Nothing attacked them for the following week, surprisingly. Nobody mentioned that, because everyone kept imagining the moment the words left their lip, a monster will popped out in front of them and ate them for afternoon tea.

It would a Wednesday dawn, when everybody in the house was wakened by a piercing, despaired scream.