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Chapter 3: Goodbye Kim, Hello Secrets

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She was alone, surrounded by nothing more that an everlasting darkness. She felt as though she were blind with how think the darkness was. It hurt her eyes to stare at nothing but at the same time something; she doubted being blind was this painful.

Not only was she surrounded by darkness but a continuous silence as well. The silence was so painful that it hurt your ears to listen. She heard nothing; the sound of her own breathing…her beating heart…her own thoughts…nothing.

Despite not being able to hear or see anything around her the place she was in felt…familiar and foreign. The ground she was standing on felt as though she had walked it thousands of times, she didn’t need her sight to walk it. There was a presence about the place that soothed and eased her body. There was no need to worry about others finding her hideaway, no one else knew where it was…except one.

Still, it also felt foreign to her. She didn’t remember it being this dark…this quite…so, empty. It was as if she had never been here a day before in her life. She felt like a lost a frightened child all alone and trapped in a world unknown. Where she felt life should have been was nothing more than a fading essence in the wind; a reminder of what once existed. The one who brought life to this dark and barren land was no longer here; there was no reason for it to be a paradise if they were not here with her.

She wrapped her arms around herself and shuttered slightly; she hated this feeling of loneliness, it was unbearable. Before she was able to go any further with the traces of her own mind a faint glow caught her attention. The glow grew brighter and brighter until it blinded her completely and engulfed her entire being.

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When she opened her eyes, again she was no longer surrounded by impenetrable darkness and a piercing silence. Instead, she was standing at the head of someone’s bed. She looked around her surrounding and noticed that she was in a room. Moonlight shined in through the windows illuminating all that it touched. She took note that the room she was currently in was familiar to her.

She then turned her attention back towards the bed and looked down at the figure occupying it. One arm was draped over the side of the bed and the cover was bunched around their middle. In the other arm, they appeared to bed cradling something but it was hidden in shadows. Their face was half buried in the pillows and a mass of unruly hair covered the face of its owner.

Squatting down she leaned over the figures form. With a steady hand, she gently brushed away the mass of hair covering their face; tucking it behind their ear. She then cupped their face in her hand and using her thumb lovingly stroked their cheek. Their skin felt like silk made by the finest of crafters. Not a rough area or blemish anywhere.

Her actions invoked a response from the figure; causing them to subconsciously press their face into her hand.

She smiled at their reaction. Seeing the reaction that she brought forth was worth the risk she took by being there. To throw all caution to the wind just to feel that smooth silky skin and the warm breath on her face was all worth it. Never for anyone else would she risk her freedom...it was only for -her-.

Taking her unoccupied hand, she placed it on her chest. It was there, she felt it...heard it...her heart was beating. To her it was not beating because she was alive but because it was no longer hidden behind the stonewall she had put up around it. Her defenses had been broken down.

Only she could have been the one to break through, to make her feel...to make her love. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on their cheek...only - her-.

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Scattered throughout the room were fallen piles of burning wood. The temperature was rapidly rising and causing heat waves in the air and the inferno within quickly eating through everything in its path. The smell of heated metal and burning wood filled the air. She heard nothing over the crackling flames and the creaks of the building…and then -her- voice.

She turned her attention towards its origin. Through flesh devouring flames, searing metal, and suffocating smoke she ran, risking her safety just to locate its owner. Once she made it to her destination her clothing, and well as various areas of her body, was severely burned. Her faced was black with smoke and her eyes were red from it stinging her eyes. However, none of that was her main concern…-she- was.

She watched as -she- stood her ground and fought them. There had been about six of them and now only one remained standing. And there -she- was in bloodied clothes, barely able to stand, prepared to face him down and end it. Using his gun, he took aim, one shot and she would be finished. Before he got a chance to fire -she- summoned what strength she could muster and launched herself at him head-on.

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She watched as the flames began to surround -her-; beginning to cut off any escape. The six fallen men lay unconscious outside the circle of fire…only -she- remained. She watched as a piece of the roof fell and landed on -her-; trapping her lower-half completely.

She watched as -she- frantically tried to dislodge herself from the fallen debris but to no avail; -she- was too physically drained. -Her- breathing was strained, coming in hurried gasps, and with every breath she took, she choked from - her- inhalation of the smoke. Her body was covered in sweat due to the intensity of the flames and streams of blood trickled down her face.

As she continued to watch -her- struggle her body began to tremble but, not from fear of dieing.

She looked herself over and she found her previous injuries…gone. Her body and clothes no longer had burn marks. And her face was no longer black and her eyes weren’t red from smoke. Unlike -her- she was not sweating from the intense heat of the flames nor was she struggling to breathe…she was unharmed and unable to be harmed.

Realizing this she ran over completely intent on freeing -her-.

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She slashed repeatedly at the semi-burning debris but no matter how many times she did or how much strength she but into it the result was the same. Her hand phased right through it every time. Now her body began to tremble from frustration as she realized that she couldn’t help the one she cared for…she couldn’t help -her-.

Her heart was now beating a mile a minute as she helplessly watched -her- and with every passing second her frustration and anger grew at not being able to help -her-.

Then she heard other voices erupting from the other side of the flames. Then a force more painful than the fires of the room hit her harder than a blow from her mother ever could. She saw -her- extending -her- hand and reaching hopelessly towards them; successfully causing her heart to break.

She could clearly see the tears in -her- eyes as -her- bruised and bloody hand extended towards them. The tears flowed as -she- struggled to reach them but -she- knew it was all in vain.

And there she stood unable to do anything more than be a spectator to the scene. If seeing this sight weren’t painful enough what happened next would be.

-She- turned -her- hand and began reaching in her direction, successfully shocking her; she didn’t know -she- could see her. …-She- was reaching for her. -Her- hand was practically grasping for her, like a child drowning in the water and reaching for the safety of their mother’s arms.

She could feel the constantly growing lump in her throat as she got down on her knees and kneeled beside -her-. Taking a shaking hand she slowly grasped at -her- extended one hoping to bring so type of comfort to them both. Nevertheless, the result was the same; she phased right through -her-.

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As the building creaked in its final moments -she- must have realized that -she- wasn’t going to make it and that she couldn’t help -her-, withdrawing -her- hand -she- placed it on the ground and hung -her- head. This place was going to be -her- grave.

Looking up -she- turned -her- head to face her. Eyes red with tears and face no longer the one she was use to seeing. Then -she- said the seven words that would pierce her heart for all of time.

“You silently vowed to -always- protect me.”

Then the flames engulf -her- before a bright flash of light blinds her and then the words whispered that would never make it to -her- ears.

“Forgive me.”

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Shego sprang forth from her restless slumber. Her breathing was heavy and uneven and her body, covered in a thin layer of sweat as clawed hands clutched tightly at her covers and Kim’s Pandaroo. Her eyes darted back and forth across her room. When she finally realized she was in her bedroom she calmed down a bit.

She looked to her right and saw that the clock read 2:10 a.m. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips…it was another nightmare. No longer were her dreams filled with joy and happiness, or the warmness of the sun, or even love. Now, ever since the news report given by Dr. Director, of Kim and the others being burned alive, her dreams were plagued with the same scenario repeatedly.

Since she knew that after having one of those nightmares that she wouldn’t be going back to sleep. So, she rearranged her pillows to prop her up so that she’d be staring out of the windows.

As she stared out of her many windows, she noticed how calm the night was. Not a single cloud filled the night sky, giving one a perfect view of the shimmering stars in the distance. The moon was full this night, bigger than the one’s Shego had seen nights before, and hung with ease in the dark hued sky. Its light, while not nearly as bright as the sun’s, shined down on all of Middleton causing the shadows of the night to shrink and hide from it’s light.

From where her house was located, she could easily see over half of Middleton. She could see the fleeting and elongating shadows of trees and houses that the light of the moon caused and the flashing sign at Club Banana. She could even see a few pieces of trash being dragged down the streets by the gently blowing breeze. She was even able to see Kim’s house from where she lived.

When she realized the direction she was looking she quickly turned away. That place wasn’t Kimmie’s home anymore.

It had been two weeks since she had learned of Kim’s death, causing her to become hollow on the inside. Kim brought excitement to her life, and when she died over half of Shego died with her. She wanted to believe that this was all a dream, turned into some type of horrible nightmare. She wanted it to end, for Kim to still be alive and ready to fight her; to still be in her life. She told herself that day after day hoping that one day everything would be back to normal. However, she knew it would never happen because it wasn’t a dream…it was real.

Shego liked to believe that Kim had died an honorable death, doing what she loved and dieing trying to save those she cared deeply for. After all Kim was not one to just up and abandon a person just because the situation was dire and bleak. Even when agents pulled out because it had gotten too dangerous, Kim always remained; she wouldn’t leave your side unless you were beside hers. Moreover, it because of decisions like those that always put her life in danger.

While most people thought that Kim was foolish for doing such things Shego understood where she was coming from; hey, she used to be a hero once upon a time. Like Kim, she too would stay by a person side until she figured out a way to get them to safety. She would do everything in her powers to protect people. But unlike Kimmie’s rescues that were always good-fortune and no one was lost…her rescues weren’t always as fortunate; there was one mission she had been on that had forced her to make a painful decision successfully causing her to end her life as a super hero.

She shook her head to clear her mind of those unpleasant thoughts…she was already trying to handle enough.

Maybe it was because of thoughts such as these that Shego was able to find a bit of solace about Kim’s untimely end. She looked over at her clock and saw that it read 2:45 a.m. …Kim and the other’s funerals would be held in a couple of hours. That’s right, in a couple of hours she would be saying her good-byes to the members of Team Possible and she was going to say her final good-bye’s to Kimmie.

As tired yawn escaped her lips, signaling that she was getting sleepy. She shifted a bit in order to rearrange her pillows, once again, before lying down and burying herself within the warmness of her covers.

“Your end would have been perfect Princess if you had fallen by my hands…good thing for you I never wanted to end your life.” Shego said sleepily, while turning her head to stare at the moon. “I wanted…to be apart of it.” She added as she closed her eyes and welcomed sleep to her tired form.

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The savory smell of cooking meat filled the night air as its aroma traveled throughout the woods.

“Son,” called a man. “Is that food ready yet?” he asked.

“Not yet dad.” The boy replied, as he lifted the lid off the grill. On the grill cooked juicy, mouth-watering, hot dogs, ribs, burgers and steaks. All slowly marinating in their juices just waiting to be devoured by a hungry mouth. “But almost.” He added in.

“Well they need to hurry up and get ready, I’m starving.” The boy’s father responded.

“Hey dad, do we have anymore containers?” The boy asked, “The ones out here won’t be enough for all this food.”

“I think there’s some in the kitchen cabinets.” His dad answered. “Come on we’ll both run inside for a quick minute. While you get the containers I’ll get so more ice for the drinks in the cooler.”

The boy just nods his head before putting the lid securely on the grill and heads inside with his father. They never notice the figure slowly approaching their home.

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A few minutes later, the boy and his dad return with their items.

“Now, let’s check on that food.” They boy’s dad says, as he rubs his hands together excitedly thinking what he was going to eat first. He walks over to the grill, lifts off the lid, and is shocked to find it empty.

“Uh…son, you did put the lid on right so that no critters could steal the food didn’t ya?” His dad asks.

“Yeah dad, why?” His son asks.

“Because son, it’s empty and the containers are gone too.”

“What are you serious!” he asks quite shocked, running over to have a look. Sure enough, the grill was bare…no hot dogs, no ribs, no steak, no burgers…nothing. The only thing left in the grill was a slowly dieing fire. “I just know I put the lid on right.” He adds, a bit on shame in his voice.

His dad turns and looks at him. “Its okay son…your only nine and this was your first time barbequing by yourself with me just watching. I should have checked behind you to make sure it was on right.” His father says. “Besides you know some of those critters are smart…especially those raccoons.”

The boy just nods his head in response feeling a bit better after what his dad said to him. “I’ll go put the ice in the cooler and grab us a drink out.” He said, while going over to the cooler with the bag of ice being dragged on the ground.

“Dad,” he called getting his dad’s attention. “You know how you said raccoons are smart? Well the one that came here must be really smart because they took the drinks too.”

His dad simply shook his head; he was beginning to think that it wasn’t a critter or a raccoon after all. However, what ever it was sure had an appetite like one.

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A lone figure moves swiftly and silently through the quiet woods with the light of the moon beating down on them, when the clouds would allow, as they maneuvered gracefully through the semi-darkened area, avoiding any on coming trees in their path. Their breathing was heavy and labored, giving off the impression that they had just run a marathon. The figure looked so familiar but the only thing that you were able to make out was a mane of unruly hair trailing behind them, since the clouds had decided to conceal the moon once again.

Suddenly, without warning, they stopped and began hurriedly searching the area around them. While the woods was heavy with trees, boulders, and bushes to hide behind there were still a few open spaces, due to the clearing of the once forest and areas near the roadside that weren’t as heavily forested as others; they avoided these areas at all costs.

As they moved further into the woods, they eventually came upon a decent spot. There were a few trees, most of them had fallen because the wood was rotten or because of a storm. The trees that still stood formed a nice protective circle when a person stepped inside. Within the circle of trees were two boulders, one big round one and a smaller flat one, both located off the right.

They gave the area a look over once more before deciding that it would be okay to make a quick rest stop here.

The moment their foot stepped in the circle of trees’ the clouds decided to reveal the moon and allow its light to shine down upon the woods. The moons light quickly spread to touch everything in its path, including a certain mass of unruly hair; and the first thing that you noticed when it became visible was that their hair…was red. That mass of unruly hair belonged to Kim.

Kim’s hair looked a mess, and that was putting it lightly. It was all knotted and frizzy and had a few twigs and leaves stuck in it as well…oh yes her hair had definitely seen better times. Her face still had cuts and bruises but it did not look as bad as the night she first received them. Besides most of her cuts had healed up pretty well and were now nothing more than scars, with only a few bleeding from when she scratched her face or when a tree branch cut her.

Kim had on some different clothes too; which was for the best considering just how much was left of her mission clothes. She was wearing an oversized dingy blue shirt that had about four to five holes in it. Its collar was ripped and hanging off to one side, the sleeve on the left side of the shirt was missing and on the right side the other sleeve was ripped along the seem, at the shoulder. She was also wearing a pair of bright yellow basketball shorts; that looked about four sizes too big, and had patches all over them. For shoes she was wearing some worn down sneakers that looked they been around the block more than a few times. The shoe was basically coming apart from the seems and every time she walked the shoes flapped open, revealing the material that was inside of them. She also had what appeared to be and old and worn out backpack on her back.

Not only were her ‘new’ clothes looking worse for wear, appearing to have been pulled from the bottom of a dumpster, but in some areas they appeared to be soaked and clinging to her body…and not just from sweat.

Upon closer inspection, you were able to see her more serious injuries. While Kim’s face seemed to be in good condition, the rest of her body was another matter. Her arms, that were heavily injured, looked worse than they had before. The gash on the upper half of her chest was clearly visible, thanks to the missing sleeve, and wide-open, leaking blood onto her shirt. The wound on her lower left leg was open also, and the blood ran down her leg and into her shoe.

As she sat down in front of the large boulder, she pulled the backpack from her back before she placed her back against the boulder. Kim then proceeded to open the back backpack and pull out its contents, which appeared to be a container. When she opened the lid off the container the smell of delicious meat hit her nose and her stomach growled in hunger at the meal to come.

Kim felt bad for having stolen that man and his son’s food, but what else could she do. She didn’t want to steal it but she couldn’t just walk up to them and risk them knowing who she was; or worse thinking she was an imposter. That wouldn’t be of any help to her situation…especially if they called the authorities; and GJ ended up finding out…no she didn’t need that.

Her stomach releasing another monstrous growl knocked her from her thoughts, as a pain shot through her stomach. She was extremely hungry and hadn’t eaten in 3 days, well food that she considered edible anyway. Finding nuts and berries in the woods was hard enough but when well over half of them were poisonous or not meant for humans to eat, so finding edible food had become a challenge. But when the smell of that meat cooking caught her nose she just knew she had to have it; so in the end she decided to take only what she needed in order to help ease her uneasiness about stealing.

As Kim looked down at her meal her mouth began to water…this was going to be a meal she savored. Taking her hand, she pulled out a hot dog and began to devour it like a starving animal. She tore into the meat as if it was going to jump from her hand, taking almost the entire thing into her mouth. She didn’t even bother to chew her food but instead opted to be like a croc and just swallow it whole.

After a piece of meat, struggled going down she decided to reach into her backpack once more and pull out a drink. She didn’t care what flavor or what brand, she was just thirsty. Stuffing another hot dog into her mouth, she used her now free hands to open up the canned drink. Lifting the can to her lips, she began to quickly chug down the refreshing liquid.

Eventually, the speed of her eating began to slow down until she stopped. With the way she was eating, you would think that there would be nothing left; but there was. Kim had spared about two burgers, four ribs, and one steak and had about three sodas left and a bottle and a half of water left. She then placed the lid back on the container and placed it back in her backpack…that would be her food for later, so she had to ration it.

Kim sat there and let out a tired yawn, as much as she wanted to sleep right now she couldn’t; she had to keep moving. Night was the only time she could travel because it offered her protection against being seen, so she only slept during the day…if she could find a secure place. So she would run until the sun started to rise before she would search and, hopefully, find a place to rest and regain her energy before she let her exhaustion over take her.

Kim stared out into the dark woods and realized that it had been two weeks since she had left Middleton, and she had about a five-day journey before she reached Florida…three if she really pushed herself and kept going during the day. She probably would have been at Nana’s sooner had it not taken her a week to get out of Middleton.

She assumed that GJ had notified the world of the events that happened concerning all the members of Team Possible because while she was trying to leave out, people were flocking in. It was already had enough for her trying to get out of there without having to worry about a GJ agent or someone who knew her, preferably a GJ agent, spotting her but when thousands of people just filled up the place…that was a challenge.

She had exerted herself so much in trying to get out that he wounds had started back to bleeding. Then with her running so many miles, searching for food, salvaging for clothes, and trying to avoid being caught hadn’t really left her anytime to just recuperate so that her wounds would heal up and scab over; so depending how hard she pushed herself determined how much she bled, if she even bled some days at all. But still, she was doing good to have her wounds just bleeding, and not to the point where she was losing too much blood, and not infected considering that she hasn’t received any medical attention for them.

‘Hehe…now I know how villains feel when their wanted in certain countries and have to go into hiding to avoid capture or facing me.’ Kim thought to herself, as she lifted herself off the ground. She grabbed up the backpack and, after making sure it was closed, put it on her back.

She checked the sky once more…she still had a couple hours before daylight, before taking off back into the woods and towards her destination.

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Nana Possible sat on the side of her bed, looking out the window watching as the sky began to lighten…the sun was beginning to come up.

As the light began to pour into the window it began to reveal what the shadows hid. She was sitting on a nice king sized bed with a deep burgundy comforter, with golden yellow designs. Next to the bed, on the left side, sat a hand carved mahogany nightstand that matched perfectly with the mahogany dresser, located on the wall across from it, and the entertainment stand, located next to the dresser. Located to the right of the bed was a couch; the same color of the comforter set, a small glass coffee table; with gold etched along its outer edges, and a huge window; with matching burgundy curtains, that took up over half the right wall.

Nana Possible faced this direction as she watched the night sky fade from dark hued blues and purples to brightening yellows, pinks, oranges, and light purples. She sighed heavily…it was time to start getting ready for the funerals. Had it been only a month ago since she last saw her family?

She had visited Middleton two weeks before all of this misery even started. She loved her family dearly and enjoyed being around them. She had watched her son, James; go from a boy who loved mud pies into a man who loved rocket science. She had watched him fall in love with Anne and get married to her. She had been there when Anne had given birth to her granddaughter, Kim; that was one of many happy moments in her life and with Jim and Tim were born that was another happy moment in her life as well. She had watched her grandchildren go from tiny toddlers barely able to walk into driving, or semi-driving, teenagers.

It was those moments, such as those, that Nana deeply treasured; she knew that those moments could never be recreated…never. However, she never thought that those moments, especially her visit two weeks prior to, would be the last ones she would make with them. She had always expected to die before them, not the other way around.

Now here she was staying at the Middleton Suite Hotel, thanks to GJ, preparing to go and say her good-bye’s to her family and others. She stood up off the bed and began to make her way towards the bathroom; her steps slow and heavy.

Nan sighed heavily once again. No mother should have to bury her son, no mother-in-law her daughter-in-law, and no grandmother her grandchildren.

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To say that the funerals drew in a ton of people would be and understatement; it had practically brought in the entire world. Millions of people flooded the cemetery just to be at the members of Team Possible’s funerals. There were so many people there that they had to ask security to help manage the people and fill in any open spaces completely, trying to make more room. Nevertheless, even with their efforts it still wasn’t enough, people still continued to flock in.

The funerals brought in so much publicity that there were over a dozen news crews there collecting live footage and broadcasting it all over the world. If a person were to go to every home in the world during that time, they wouldn’t be able to find a single soul that did not have their televisions on and not watching this footage; these people were just that important. But a good majority of those people were there, in person, at the funerals…yes it was just something that you had to witness in person.

There weren’t too many villains amongst the crowd; the only one who showed was Dr. Drakken and his henchmen. Out of all the villains, he was the only one to be seen at the funerals. For once, he didn’t care what the other villains would say about him in ‘Villains Magazine’ attending his arch enemies’ funerals. He didn’t care if he was going to be an even bigger laughing stock within the villain world. He was there of his own free will and he chose to come and pay his respects…he too could be an adult at times.

While Drakken was there, one person who you expected to be there before the sun even peeked over the horizon was not.

Shego was nowhere to be found.

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Shego was standing on top of the tallest building in Middleton; from there she had a clear view of the funeral scene.

She saw the eleven caskets, each with a name engraved in them, lined up side by side and each in front of their respective burial site. She saw the stage erected beside the caskets, complete with a podium and chairs, no doubt for the members of each family. She saw the dozens of speakers set up throughout the entire cemetery so that the people could hear what was being said closer towards the front.

As Shego watched the scene below, she began to wonder why she was up here instead of down there. She should have been the first one down there because of how much Kim’s death affected her. She should have been there before the sun even came up because she had that much respect for Kim. …So, why was she up here?

To be perfectly honest it was because she was having an internal conflict with that damned voice again. Every fiber in her being was telling her to go down there and say her good-byes to them, to Kim. But that voice in her head kept telling her not to go, not to say her good-byes…she didn’t know what she wanted to do more.

Shego was knocked from her thoughts by the sound of gun fire…it was time for the funerals to begin.

This was her chance…her chance to say good-bye and forget. To forget everything she had learned about Kim…who she was as a hero, who she was as a person. To completely erase everything about Kim from her memories, from her dreams…like an Etch-a-sketch, never knew her. All she had to do was say good-bye.

Yet, she couldn’t do it…she couldn’t say good-bye. How could she ever forget about the kind of person Kim was? To forget that she was selfless, always helping others, and honest to a fault. No, she could never do that…it was damn near impossible.

She could never forget Kim…she could never say good-bye.

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“The people we have come here to honor today constantly, on a daily basis, risked their lives for ours. They have saved our homes, our families, and even our pets…all without asking for any reward. They put their lives on hold just to come help us with ours. They have fought villains and defended us from things that we didn’t even know were happening. They pushed themselves to the limit, to the point of sickness, but still found the strength and energy to come and answer our cries for help. They dedicated themselves to us…always making sure we were safe and had what we needed. If we needed protection, they gave it to us. If we needed help, they offered it. If something was stolen from us and we wanted it back, they tracked down the culprit recovered what was stolen and returned it to us. These are the people who made us feel safe…let us never forget the lives lost as we honor them this day. Let us never forget the sacrifices’ they made…let us never forget.”

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Nana had finally arrived back to her home at the Golden Years nursing home. It had taken her four days to get back home because of how long the funerals lasted. She knew the funerals were going to be long, because of who the people were, but she never expected it to last a full on four days and fours nights. Apparently allowing people to speak at the funerals may not have been such a good idea, but not allowing them to speak could have been worse.

She placed her duffel bag down, beside her bed, and sat down on her bed; she was glad to be home. A tired yawn escaped her as she began to get comfortable in her bed; having all those people giving their condolences and being asked all those questions had really drained her…she wasn’t as young as she used to be. She quickly slipped off her shoes and settled down into her soft bed. She then removed her glasses and placed them on the stand. The nurse would come get her when it was time to eat and even if she didn’t she’d be up in time for dinner…tonight was tapioca pudding night after all.

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Nana awoke to the sound of something moving within her room; quickly putting her on high alert. She sat up quickly and reached for her glasses. She noticed that her room was now dark glancing out her window told her why. Heavy storm clouds covered the sky and the rain was pouring down. The second thing she noticed was the sliding door leading outside was open; allowing the rain water to rush in.

She got out of bed and made her way over to the open door and quickly shut it. As she shut the door she heard something move again, this time behind her; she quickly got on her offense. She turned with the speed of a cobra and latched onto the intruder; she used her feet to throw them off balance with a leg sweep, then, using her momentum she prepared to flip them over her back and across the room onto her bed until the sound of their voice halted her actions.

“N-nana.” The voice said in a weak whisper that almost escaped Nana’s ears. But there was something about the way this voice sounded that stopped her.

Releasing them, letting them fall to the floor, she made her way over to the light switch. When she flicked it on she was in complete shock at who she say. “K-Kimberly…?” she stuttered out in a hoarse voice.

She stared in total disbelief at Kim struggling to get up from the floor. But how…Kim was supposed to be dead; she was supposed to be six feet under back at Team Possible Memorial, the name the people had changed in order of the members of Team Possible. Maybe she was finally losing her mind and going senile in her old age.

“Nana.” Kim repeated, as she looked at her grandmother; she was still alive, she was alright. She continued to struggle trying to stand…she wanted to be held in those arms that loved her so. But before she got a chance to stand she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder. She looked and saw Nana kneeling beside her and then she felt delicate and gentle arms warp around her and a head placed on her shoulder.

Nana held Kim as tightly as her form would allow. She couldn’t believe it…Kim was alive, she wasn’t dead. As Nana continued to embrace Kim her eyes began to water; she never expected to be able to hold Kim in her arms again. Slowly tears of joy rolled down Nana’s face as she held onto Kim she began to rock back and forth.

Kim was in shock when she felt her Nana embrace her. Her traveling had brought her into the arms of someone who loved her. She quickly wrapped her arms around her Nana’s waist and buried her face in her shoulder. She was greatly overjoyed to know that her Nana was alive…things were starting to look up for her. Soon her body began to tremble as she stayed within her Nana’s arms and then she began sobbing.

Nana just held her even tighter as Kim began to sob. She started to make gentle cooing noises trying to sooth her and offer her comfort. She began to stroke Kim’s filthy mane, not that she noticed, trying to give her all the support she needed. Nothing else matter to her but Kim being in her arms.

They held each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes.

“Director.” Kim muttered into Nana’s shoulder. While she was thrilled to be here with a family member she had come for information as well.

“What…?” Nana asked because she had been so out of it that she had missed what Kim had said.

“Director,” Kim repeated a bit harder. “That was the name that mom told me before she…before she…” Kim couldn’t even finish her sentence before she broke down crying again.

Nana just allowed her to cry and continued to try and sooth her as best she could. While Kim cried her thoughts went over the name Kim had said to her. It had been a long time since she heard the name Director. She let out a heavy sigh there was something about that name that Kim should know…and due to recent events she deserved to know.

“Kim,” Nana began, as she broke the contact between herself and Kim, and stared Kim in the eyes. “Let me explain to you the true reasons behind my early retirement and the reason why my blood runs cold when I hear the name…Director.”

Next time: The truth about Nana’s early retirement from GJ.