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They lingered.

Like drops of dew on a spider's web.

A vast array of species now scattered like pollen.

Till all throughout the stars of the Nine Realms they were spread.

Where they waited, in absolute quiet, hidden in the silent spaces of Yggdrasil's branches.

Remnants and refugees of ancient ages, now long turn to dust and ashes.

Survivors, of the Last War between Seelie and Unseelie Court, tucked away to become nothing save child myth and child story.

Until the day when their creator's blood would once more bloom and they would be called again, back into the world, back into being, back into glory.

So it would be remiss not to note that this was unexpected. Even by them.

Especially by them, and worse… it was unwanted, but so it was, and so they had to act, no matter which Court they hailed from or old dealings past, or whichever natures they bore.

For there were not enough of them left.

And the most important of bargains had not been kept.

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Somewhere upon Earth is an old manor that is never lived in.

The reason for this has never been fully explained to those who live nearby but all the locals, of Providence County, know that the reason is a good one and that is enough.

For, despite its beauty and its charm, there is a darkness in the very ground of that place that sings to all who go near it.

A song of something old and unexplainable that despite what authorities have declared, is very much real and tangible.

The locals know this.

They know it because of the way the air smells when you walk by Blackwood Manor.

They know it because of the small signs that children stories tell them.

They know it because the animals always act strangely when they get close.

They know it by the mushroom rings, and by the sounds of their souls.

They know it by the lights that flicker on and off when no one is home.

They know it by the wind that carries whispers and the front door that will open of it's own; sometimes as one stands by the old iron-gate, as if to say, "Come enter friend. Come we welcome you so."

They know this, the locals, and they know it by their own bleak history that you stayed away from Blackwood Manor if you could. For there was something there that was strange, and even if you brought in help such as the police, whatever dwelt there, was there to stay.

And there are some things that even the military cannot do.

There are some things that perhaps man wasn't meant too?

So locals watched each other, they protected each other, and they spread the news, from cousin to cousin, and brother to sister.

"Don't go in. Leave it alone."

"And whatever you do, never, never, let your children ever get close."

"Never."

For a long time, this worked and everyone knew.

So it was surprising and horrifying when a small family bought it.

A family consisting only of three, a thirty four year old man named Alexander Hurst, his small seven year old daughter named Sally Darcelena Hurst, and his fiancé.

A one Kim Lewis.

At first the locals had not known about the child.

If they had only known about the little girl, they would have acted sooner, so much sooner, but fate had been against the good people of Providence County.

By the time the Gardener William Harris arrived, the secret chosen watchmen of the Mansion, it was too late.

For the child had found the Cellar.

The Cellar where, They were.

They, the Others, who dwelt within it and she had opened it.

Freeing Them.

He was struck down fast, the gardener, William Harris.

Bleeding and battered he barely made it to the hospital, but the declaration had been made clear to everyone, who knew.

And upon the threat: the locals barred their doors, they hung horseshoes above their homes, they placed bowls or jugs of milk and sweetest honey outside their homes, they lit candles that they had bought at occult shops. They got out any silver jewelry they had or iron. They bought fish bones, salt and certain spices the people of Providence, did it all, as they locked themselves in their houses, as they prepared for what might happen.

Men sharpened knives and stood on guard by their families.

Woman began weaving or stitching tapestries, patterns of thread, outdated though the practice seemed, they would do anything to protect their kin, that would keep Them from coming in.

Two local catholic priests bewildered and outnumbered by the erratic behavior of the community caved and gave out bottled holy water in the hopes of helping some.

Though it would only be until after, when they too would understand and believe.

And so with a tight breathe all the locals waited, watching as Alexander Hurst ignored the danger his Sally was in and the worried voice of his fiancé Kim.

The locals watched too scared to offer a hand as one bad day the storm finallybegan.

It was supposed to be a celebration of Alexander Hurt's and his fiancé Kim Lewis's triumph for restoring Blackwood Manor and many prospering individuals were welcomed inside.

But the party was interrupted and left unfinished.….

Rumor speculates, festers and grows like fire.

Yet none of the locals know quite how it all went, but one thing was clear at the end of it.

After that night, Sally Darcelena Hurst and her father Alexander Hurst, never went inside the manor again.

Save for one exception, a whole two years later.

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What happened next?

Well, oddly enough Alexander Hurst never sold the manor. Instead he kept it as far off the market as he possibly could and the locals of Providence knew why he did it.

Everyone, even the once disbelieving priests understood.

It was so that whatever had transpired that terrible night would never repeat itself again. At least not as long as he Alexander Hurst and his dear daughter lived.

While the good people of Providence relaxed their guard and continued with their lives forward once again, Father and Daughter made a pact and moved far away from Blackwood Manor.

The two started a new rich life together,legally changing their family name from Hurst to Lewis, and for many years all was well.

Sally Darcelena Hurst grew up to become Darcy Lewis, and one year for a political science major she went to New Mexico.

Happy to enjoy the life she was given, with her new-found friends, Jane Foster and Dr. Eric Selvig.

Secretly, thankful that neither of them would ever know something as horrible as the past terror she kept hidden deep within.

Where Their Voices would still haunt her if she didn't have her iPod music and or gin.

Whatever happened, one asks, to the fiancé?

A one…. Kim Lewis?

No one knows.

No one has seen her since.

No one save Darcy and her treasured father know.

The truth of sweetest Kim, but they won't speak of it.

No they will wear her name in silence said.

Yet this doesn't matter to the locals and they won't ask for the truth.

For the locals of Providence have always known.

That it was Them.

Those who dwell in Blackwood Manor's cellar den.

Those strange creatures that only children like to believe in.

They are the Ones.

Who took away dearest precious, Kim.

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"And oh how I hate Them for it," thought Darcy Lewis, sixteen long healthy years later, at that fantastic age of 22, as she laid spread out on the rag tag sofa of their new London flat.

Eric had gone off missing again, and Jane was once more locked away at her laboratory immersing herself in her quest for Rainbow Brights missing Bridge and the biggest, "Man of beef," Darcy had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on since Baywatch.

Who went by the name of Thor, aka the Norse god of thunder, but more recently in Darcy's opinion morphing into the Norse god who desperately needed a pager.

Seriously, the dude had come and gone off the planet within the past six months so many times that he was making Star Trek Teleporters look outdated!

Worse, of all those visits, Thor had spent only five of those occasions with Jane and vicariously Darcy by nearby proximity, that was it.

The rest Thor had spent in the Avengers tower, or with Shield.

To say her friend, Jane was upset by this fact, would have been like saying it's only possible to be hit by a tidal wave if one is facing away from it.

Thus Darcy found that Jane was devastated by Thor's lack of attention, which as a fellow woman Darcy could find understanding, predictable and a little irritating, but understanding. So being the true friend that Darcy considered herself to be, she had done what all women occasionally need someone to do for them one afternoon.

She had put on her two military combat boots, marked herself with black face paint. Grabbed a couple of combat ready Kleenex Box's well in hand, two spoons, the dynamic classic duo called Ben and Jerry's, that were ready for action and then had proceeded down the flat's hallway!

On having approached Jane's bedroom door that was echoing with sobs from within she had been happy to shout as she kicked the door in breaking the lock, "RIGHT! LAUNCH THE COPPER! Get up Cadet! WERE DOING THIS GIRL'S NIGHT! AND WERE WATCHING SPACE BALLS OR TERMINATOR! Get up off of that bed! WHAT ARE YA? In Love? NOT TONIGHT! TONIGHT YOU ARE JANE FOSTER HAIR SALONIST AND YOUR BRAIDING MINE! So Don't you give me those crocodile tears! THEN WERE GONNA EAT ICE CREAM! Are you still crying? We've had enough of those to fill the Thames! Come on Jane! I WANT PINK BOWS IN MY HAIR! Up! Up! Up! Up."

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Darcy smiled at the memory of that night, as silly as her actions and plan was it had worked. After that legendary Girl's Night, Jane had picked herself up and flung herself into her work with double the vigor, despite one, "Beef Cake's" absence.

The only problem now was that Darcy couldn't get Jane to really stop working, however she was happy that her friend was happy.

At least …until recently, now she was left here all alone in their little shared London flat all by her lonesome self with nothing to do.

Normally this wouldn't bother her, normally she was use to it and she wouldn't complain, using the time to satiate any needless desires she would have, like watching the British version of Being Human, but …

But…

For some strange reason these last fourteen days, especially these last few hours. She had been practically day dreaming of "That place" again, and she soon found herself out of the corner of her eye's glancing at any of the shadows in the apartment.

Shadows….

She knew she was going a little off her rocker, when yesterday she had thrown salt over her shoulder but she couldn't help it.

The dreams and day visions of the past were only growing more and more vivid, and she was terrified.

Truly terrified. More then she was, when Thor had crashed into all their lives, more then when that, 'metal thing' Thor called the Destroyer had tried to kill them.

Even more then when she and Jane had been on a privatized special op aircraft vessel to Norway while watching the news six months ago of the attack on New York.

"Well that last one had been cool not so spooky really," corrected Darcy to herself, but the point was she couldn't shake this wretched feeling of impending doom lately and it was really starting to piss her off.

At first she had tossed it up to bad nerves and too much seafood before bed, but that wasn't it.

She knew what it was but she wanted to deny it for as long as humanely possible.

Worse she didn't want to worry Jane or Eric.

Especially Eric, the man had trouble differentiating between his breakfast Frosty Flakes and his Pet Gober's Fish Food nowadays.

He didn't need any more craziness.

He'd had enough strange things occur in his life, and Darcy couldn't bear to add onto his shoulders, what she knew.

What she really knew.

What she feared.

What she sensed.

So now she found herself secretly taking sleeping pills before bed without either of her roommates knowing, but even with a full glass of vodka or hot chocolate, They still appeared in her dreams.

Why today she had gone and bought a set of night lights! Night Lights!

It was pathetic. It was ridiculous. It was borderline schizo at her age, but….

They didn't like light.

She would never forget that fact.

She would never forget.

The sweet sound of Their Voices in that three-person rhythmic whispering, begging her, coaxing her,

"Turn out the light. It hurts us. Turn out the light. Turn out the light," They'd ask.

No.

She mentally corrected.

They'd ordered.

Them.

She had set Them free.

She hated Them.

"We want to be friends. Yes.Friends. Sally's doll with us! Come down and play!" They'd said in excited whispers to her.

Darcy's eyes trailed away from the television she had been staring at, to the flat's glass balcony door.

London's night sky was filling with stars. She could even see a part of Big Ben, but even that couldn't seem to distract her.

Darcy sighed.

She hated Them.

A part of her hated herself too.

Darcy groaned as she took her glasses off, rubbing her eyes and began shuffling through her playlists on her iPod since the television would no longer keep her mind distracted.

Ever since, "That Place," Darcy had developed a sort of sixth sense about things. She sometimes wondered if by having contact with Them, she had been changed by Them somehow?

Had been glamoured by Them or enchanted?

In the end she tossed it up to just being sensitive to Them or things like Them, things that other people didn't understand because they didn't believe.

Darcy suddenly bent over in a sitting position and calmly rested her chin in her hands.

She had tried telling Jane about her unusual sensing gift only once when they had first met as an explanation for how she had spotted odd things like four leaf clovers so easily.

"Or better yet," she thought in reflected amusement, "the figure of a man in a satellite image of cloud particles."

If there was one thing Darcy Lewis once Sally Darcelena Hurst was good at, it was sensing and spotting odd details.

"Like the basement…"she whispered quietly as her thoughts spiraled.

She had a flash of memory run in her mind suddenly.

"It's there! It's right over there!" she heard her seven year old self shout in righteous indignation to the disbelieving adults.

"Please. It's not safe for a child," the gardener said behind her.

His old voice layered with hidden slight tones of fear in the disguise of non-chalent caution.

Darcy frowned.

Her strange feelings were almost always accurate, which maybe was why she was so jaded most of the time?

It was certainly why she had taised Thor the moment they'd met, he had creeped her out, but not because he had been ranting like a loony,…well that too, she supposed.

But mostly, mostly, it was because of that tightened lead ball inside of her when she had seen him, that had once belonged to a seven year old little girl who had very stupidly listened to Voices coming from a dark, black cellar pit.

Still, she sometimes particularly within recent days wished she had tried to convince Jane of the truth about herself, a bit harder.

She had really, truly, cross her heart hope to die, stick a needle in her eye, tried, to explain things.

Tried to explain herself.

Such as the truth, behind why whenever she came to a new place she would always set a bowl of milk and honey outside of it before going to bed, instead of her usual lie of saying she only wanted to feed, 'homeless kittens'. Or the real reason why she thought it vitally important to say "God bless you" when someone sneezed, but all Jane had done was laugh and scoff at how very unscientific she was.

Jane Foster had not believed in Fairytales when they had met.

Jane Foster had not believed in many things when they had first met.

She had all but told Darcy that it was ridiculous to believe in Them.

Gnomes.

Brownies.

Goblins.

Fairies.

Fey.

"You read too many fantasy novels Darcy, first off how could they exist? What would their biology be? What would the density of their bone marrow be? Would they even have bones? If they are real why aren't they're more of them? What would a chemical make up be that could support a body that consumes mostly just a dose of Calcium? What would they have evolved from? I mean I'm an astro-physicist not a biologist, but I mean really Darcy. Are we talking Harry Potter Boggarts or Tinkerbelle?" she had said in her typical 'Jane Questionnaire' fashion.

It was the only time Jane's endless questions had ever hurt Darcy.

More then she could say, because it was the one time where she, Darcy Lewis, had the greater amount of knowledge.

'Knowledge from experience at that,' she thought as she reached for the remote to turn off the television, "No point in wasting the electricity," she said to herself.

She knew Jane had not meant to harm her all those years ago.

It was just that, Darcy had never gotten to speak the words that had desperately wanted to spring forth from inside her heart.

Words Darcy still wanted to speak to this day.

Words that would counter Jane's questions, 'Jane I've seen Them, Jane. I've seen Them. They tried to eat me Jane. I was seven and they tried to eat me, for my teeth, but I'm alive. I'm alive and that's your proof. So don't act like it's silly because this I know and so,…so..did Kim.'

Darcy's eyes began to water, she could just imagine hearing Jane voice the next obvious question, in that would be conversation, "Who's Kim?"

Which was why Darcy had given up in telling her. She still couldn't talk about it with anyone except her dad and even then she could barely discuss it.

Sixteen years still hadn't been enough time for her to heal.

Sixteen years.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "Great. Now I need the box of tissues," she said softly.

She tried lying back down on the sofa, smothering her head into the pillow in place of the physical comfort another person could offer her.

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"There have still been no recent reports about the two missing American geologists who last Thursday were noticed to have disappeared supposedly in the caverns of Greenland. The countries government states that measures have been taken to find the two missing scientists, but so far nothing has been found or made conclusive on the possible whereabouts of either Jackson Timmons or Laura Goldstein. In other news strange weather activity in the United States has confounded meteorologists and city officials as yet another ice phenomenon has occurred..… and what's that? This just in it seems that New York City along side half of the American North Eastern hemisphere has just suffered a major power outage?! The President is asking for the public to stay calm until further information can be obtained...….," went the television station.

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"Missing people…black out?….." Darcy murmured as she rolled away from the television so that she couldn't face the screen. She tried to shut out her own memories. Her fingers gripping the sofa cushions hard as her heartbeat began to quicken in fright.

"Sally's not angry. They're angry. No, no I'm not angry. Not you. We play? Hungry. We want you! Hungry. Friends? Sally friend? Come Down. Come Play! Come Down! Come down to the Basement and play with us. Come Down. Sally. Come Down."

Darcy felt herself swallow as Their Voices whispered in her mind. She found herself being overcome by the images of the past.

Her breath beginning to quicken, "I thought I was past hyperventilating?" she mentally complained to herself as she struggled to get air in her lungs, suddenly wishing she hadn't tossed her inhaler two years ago.

"Sally?" went Kim's voice.

"Sally?" Kim asked in the glimpses of her memories.

Darcy was glad Jane was out late and that Eric was gone. She hated crying, but the tears began to fall steadily without her permission.

'Kim!?" her childhood self screamed as They crawled across her, tying her feet up like a pig. Their claws scratching and Their strange language of shrieks and clicks like animals and insects both passing over her and around her as They swarmed on top of her.

Their luminescent eyes always aglow on her teeth!

Their strange chittering and arguing frightening her, as she had no choice but to listen to them as she desperately fought the ropes they were using to tie her. One of her finger nails peeling off as they began dragging her across the floor!

'Child Teeth! Food! Child Teeth! We want! We want! Maker! We want! We want!" They garbled and grumbled as they poked and prodded her.

She felt Them pulling her, scratching her, touching her. Taking her down to the basement, her fear doubled, she felt Their powerful limbs draw her closer to the pit.

Her body slid across the floor, "Nooo!" she wept!

The dark pit of the Earth.

She would never escape the cellar pit!

"Kiiiiimmmmm!" she wailed as Their voices chanted merrily albeit a bit in confusion?

"A. Life. Must Be. Taken. Why? A Life Must Be. Why? Must Be. Want Maker. Want food. A life must be Taken." They chanted in Their strange threesome like voices.

It was as if They were all one entity stuck in a bunch of ugly, different little bodies.

Their sick pale unhealthy looking flesh hanging limply from their starving forms covering her as they circled around her in an almost primitive dance of sacrifice?

All the while They kept chanting, " We want ! Yes? One Life! Sally. One life. Maker? Want Teeth! I'm Hungry. Child Teeth! Food! Teeth and Bone! We Want! Pot Roast? Child Teeth!"

"Kiiiimmmm!"she had screamed at the top of her little lungs!

The camera's rope tightening around her neck choking her, as she tried to grip the basement door! Her blood dripping across the floor in a trail as They began to take her away with them, "Kiiiimmmm! Daddy! Daddy! DADDDY!"

"Who's Daddy? Daddy. Crabby? Wake up Kim. Wake up Kim. Mim? Kim. I'm awake. Not you. Who? Daddy? Flabby. Hungry.Teeth! Child teeth we may Eat! Maker feed us? Where is Maker? Who? Wake up Kim. Teeth! TEETH! Wake up Kim." They had said amongst Themselves, as if to mock her or to play.

And then her tiny seven-year old hands had lost their grip on the basement door.

The rope on the camera, Kim had given her, snapping from the strain, as it was left behind.

Darcy was struggling to breathe.

As she lost her grip, the sight of her would be step-mother lying with a cracked skull across the floor unconsciously across from her..was the last thing she had presumed she would ever see…before They would take her down and eat her…

Perhaps They should have?

No.

No. Kim wouldn't have wanted her to have thoughts like that.

Darcy wrapped her arms around herself, rolled over on the sofa and opened her eyes to see the London Flat.

"You. Run. Sally. You have to be strong. You be strong. Run."

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'Kim,' sighed Darcy as she took a deep breath before rubbing her eyes.

She got up from the couch. Choosing to turn off the television, despite the interesting news and then stretched her arms. She would check the news and follow up on it in the morning when she was feeling better. Right now she had to find something more productive to do or she was going to become crazier then Tony Stark.

Over the past week she had been watching the news as a way to monitor the Avengers, or more specifically Thor, for Jane and it had acted as a good distraction for awhile what with the Empire State Buildings Snowman and all!

Oh how she desperately wished she had been there to see Tony Stark stuck in a Billboard!

That had just been hilarious!

So hilarious that she had found a newspaper's photograph of it and made it the new wallpaper on her laptop!

Comedy like that just had to be viewed everyday.

Darcy chuckled to herself a little as she walked into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets. She took out some baking mix and before she even knew what she was doing. She began making chocolate chip cookies. Another stray tear fell down her cheek but she ignored it and the voice of Kim that asked gently in her mind, "Would you like to bake some scones with me?"

"No." she had said.

She wished she had answered, "Yes," instead.

She had learned to like baking.

Cooking helped her feel at ease.

It also helped her think.

Over the years she and her father had decided to take up baking classes together and to learn all they could about the world of Fairy.

It was their own special way of coping with the past, and Darcy had thought it had been working.

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'Up until now,' she thought as she wiped a few lingering tears and huffed indignantly as she splattered dough across the table.

Darcy slowly smiled a little to herself, she couldn't solve basic algebra but she was the unspoken expert on every fantasy out there, from Avalon to Hobbits.

Sometimes it sucked being a geek.

"I mean I have plenty of ways on how to recognize Goblins and keep Leprechauns from pulling tricks, but I still can't add without a pencil?" Darcy whined dramatically to herself.

"Well. We can't all be heroic Norse Gods and crazy scientists now can we?" she said to no one in particular as she stirred the batter.

"Besides, could always be worse. Alright, we have marshmallows', swwweeeet!" and with that Darcy felt herself grow just a bit better.

As she finds Eric's gummy bears, that he swears help him run electricity, to add to her cookie cooking concoction, the phone suddenly rings.

"Hello?" asks Darcy as she picks it up in one hand while the other juggles a bowl of thigh fattening goodness.

"Darcy! Darcy! You wouldn't believe the readings I'm getting! They're insane! Darcy! At first I thought I had made a mistake but then the monitor went on the fritz! And my back up generator blew up! I haven't had a reading like this since..since Thor! It blew up! Darcy!" exclaimed an excited Jane through the phone.

"Woah there nellie, breathe girl," commanded Darcy as she plummeted the colorful bears into the bowl of sugary dough.

"(Breath) Right. Sorry. (Breath.) It's just I can't believe it! Darce! It blew up! I'm going to need to come home and rebuild all new equipment! I have no idea what this reading meant?! It's unbelievable? What could have such a high energy that it fried! Literally, fried the back up generators?! Do you think Thor came back? What if he's in New York! I have to talk to him, this time! No matter what! This is amazing!" prattled Jane.

Darcy smiled.

Sometimes Sally Darcelena Lewis couldn't get over how strange her life was, but thanks to Thor and Kim she had hope.

Hope that maybe one day, when she had gathered up enough courage, she could try once more to tell Jane why she believed in Them.

Those things that go bump in the night.

Fairies.

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Author's Note: This is my first Interlude, in order to give the story more depth and to explain certain things/ show certain character's histories etc…I'm going to have to do these interludes or little breaks from the main plot to show the overall plot. Bear with me folks , I do have a plan and good reason for this decision of mine of doing these in the long run.

Just keep reading and I think or (I hope you'll see why).

Congratulations to those who recognize the third movie crossover I'm adding here.

If you don't recognize it it's a movie called: Don't be afraid of the dark by Del Toro. I don't own it.

I do recommend watching it via YouTube…it will give you an idea of what I deem a creature of the Unseelie Fey Court to be, or at least one species membership.

Also I understand if there is some confusion with these additional creatures added into the mix, all will be explained. In short try to piece what you know together now so far.. more will be explained in the next chapter, I promise.

Reasons for other crossovers: I warned you all I'd fit another one in here! And I may fit even another somewhere. But don't worry I'm not getting crazy, mostly if I do they will be like small extras or tiny details….this one is a major one only because it actually helps a lot for Darcy Lewis's character and the stuff I have purposely plotted for her later involvement in the story, because I can't just have only one other character- Santa Claus know about the Fey and Avalon, for the story overall.

So please don't worry I have a reason for lalmost everything I'm writing, just keep an open mind and you'll be fine! I hope.

I'm sorry if I displease people but you can't make everybody happy, read on at your own risk!

And well that's about it. I hope you enjoyed this update. At first I was going to wait till I'm done Chapter 6 and post it together. But it's been a long time for an update, and well I think the Interludes should be separate because,... well they are really.

The interludes are mostly to provide extra history and information, etc.

Now. Chapter 6 is about halfway done but if I cut it in half…I might be able to post it sooner…hmmmm. Anyway. Thank you for all the reviews and favorites! I LOVE YOU ALL! THANK YOU SO MUCH! AND I CAN'T WAIT TO POST THE NEXT CHAPTER WITH THOR! SO PLEASE BE PATIENT AND WAIT FOR ME!

Again Thank you everyone for reading you've given my life hope.

- thank you so much Stella!