Arthur, Aristotle and Billie went through the portal which lead you outside your house.

Aristotle surprised at how his heart started to thunder.

Birds chirping. Chickens clucking. A breeze whistling through the opening the protal had created.

Also, voices. A cacophony of voices. Too many voices. İt wasn't until three of them saw them. Not you and their friends, but …

journalists.

"İts them!"

Billie took a step back and felt her serenity slough away, hides behind his fathers.

leaving behind the same tension They'd lived with for two long

Someone yelled; “How does it feel to be back on Goatshire?” And “Will you attend the-"

A loud gunshot blared across the gravel driveway.

The journalists screamed and dispersed, others rushing back to the safety of their own.

"İ'll give you a statement," You said reloading the shotgun in your arms as you marched toward them. You sent a piercing glare at the journalists who dared to peek out at you.

"And the statement is, leave my family alone, you pitiful, news-starved vultures.”

With a frustrated huff, you looked up at your partners and daughter, who had been still trying to recover from the loud gunshot sound. You looked

much the same as they remembered, only more frenzied.

Billie quickly recovered from that though, and rushed you to give you a tight hug, almost knocking you to ground, Her little tail wagging furiously,

[İ inspired this from a book named Stars above by marrisa meyer :3]