Hi! This story takes place right after the movie ends. Be nice when reviewing! I'm really sensitive and bad reviews make me ridiculously depressed. So please don't. If you hate it (which you probably will) you can always leave it.

Disclaimer: No...Tim Burton hasn't given me the rights to it yet...but I'll convince him sooner or later

Okay, here goes:

Chapter 1:

She tucked the beautiful, dark-haired child in. God, she was like a cherub. An angel. With her soft, porcelain face being lit up by the crystal-like snow falling from the sky, the child could never belong to suburbia. The quiet and seemingly peaceful neighborhood was more secretive and vile and sickening than any place on earth. With its gossip of poison and its pompous attitude, it was enough to drive any good and sensible person entirely mad. No, the girl would find a better life. Just like her parents did.

The elderly woman got up from her rather comfortable seat near the fireplace and reached for the telephone. Her hands. They were so…worn out. And wrinkled. It seemed like…like it was only yesterday that he was here. He changed her life forever…but not the way she told her granddaughter.

The woman finally grasped the yellow plastic phone and dialed the only number she knew like the back of her hand. The phone rang almost four times before someone picked up.

"Is she asleep?" a sweet and warming voice answered.

"Yes. Why aren't you?"

"Work…I've been rather busy…with a lot of things…"

"Oh."

"I'm so sorry, mom. I know she's my responsibility. She is my child after all. And I really wish I could be here right now and-"

"It's alright, sweetie, you'll be reunited before you know it!"

"Have you told her the story?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"She's liked it…I think she'd like to meet her father…"

"I hoped she would…"

"Darling, everything will be alright…you'll see…"

"Thank you…but mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Can you call me by my name? Like old times?"

"…Goodnight, Kim."