She had come home once more. The manor empty with the light of day sparkling through it. Her family was still fighting foolishly inside the canvas. She cursed their gifts sometimes. Maybe she should paint new Nevrons to put them in their plans. "Not sure, Papa will like that." She thought.

The Writers were relentless too, coward that they are. They were sending their child to her after so many years of denying their responsibilities for the fire that killed Verso. She couldn't help but be impatient at the thought of meeting that person, tho. Maybe she'll break her father's accordeon on their head and send their body back to their family. An eye for an eye. Am I right ?

The knock on the front door had taken her out of her own thoughts. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, her face as stone like Francois. The thought would have made her smile if it had been in any other circumstances. She got up and went to open the door with mesured, graceful steps.