Oh that kid was going to be in so much trouble. Eddie was alone now after having helped lug Patch- who had passed out- onto one of his cots, and was headed straight for his garden. So many words wanted to come out and explode into the air, but they refused. At one point in the past ten minutes he had thought about storming right up to that volcano, bursting inside, and shaking Kale until he told them how to get back to normal, but that was quickly off the list.

Great.

Great.

There was Sahari, holding armfuls of paper bags, heading down the path that lead to Arfur's Inn. She had turned just in time to see Eddie attempting to hide behind a bush. Grinning, she happily ran up to the other teen.

"Hi!" she exclaimed. "How are you? Aren't you a little chilly? It's like the middle of the night?" She tugged at her scarf, letting out a 'buuurrr'.

Eddie merely attempted a grin and a weak, lazy wave.

"Kittyfloss got your tongue?" Sahari asked, tipping her head to the side. Eddie shook his head, standing up and coming out from behind the bush.

What exactly was he supposed to do? He could not just say that he was unable to talk- that sentence in itself was an oxymoron that made little sense! As he thought, he dug the toe of his shoe into the dirt and gritted his teeth. Sahari was giving him a look of disapproval, tapping her foot on the ground.

Finally she said, "Why aren't you talking? It has to be something you're never this quiet."

Eddie pulled a pen out of his back pocket, coming up with an idea. Against Sahari's will, Eddie ripped a part of the paper bag off, kneeling down so he was able to write on his knee. When he held it up it read, Damn kid of Pester's did something really weird and now I can't speak.

The desert girl had a blunt look that said, 'are you kidding me?'

"Hahah, yeah right!" Sahari exclaimed, looking down at Eddie. "Kale wouldn't do anything like that, would he?"

Eddie shrugged, flipping the paper over. When that side was filled, he stood up, brushed dirt off of his leg, and handed it back to Sahari. This time it read, I don't know anymore Mark and Rhea were there God I really hate those two right now, don't you?

She nodded. "They cause a lot of trouble, but they're cute!" She let out a laugh, grinning. "Where is your Alert System? Why don't we chat over it?"

Eddie nearly jumped ten feet in the air, patting down all of his pockets. He let out a groan, smacking his forehead, and then gave a shrug once more.

"You know, I would really stay and help you, but it's like nine and I really want to sleep. Let's meet up at, uh, here, okay?"

Everything was agreed on Eddie nearly sprinted to his home, desperately wondering where his Alert System was. Oh man, he also had to worry about what the heck he was going to do with the P-Factor! Someone had to replace him as judge or it got canceled, or something. He did not want to just cancel something because a few kids in town became disabled in some way.

He was greeted happily by pinata who quickly gave a look of worry, but Eddie was gone within moments, disappearing into the house near the border.

Rhea collapsed onto her bed, digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. Oh it had been a long day for sure, and she was going to go crazy hearing nothing. When she walked through her garden to get to her new little house nearby, she almost broke into sobs when she was unable to hear her Twingersnap's happy hissing or her Kittyfloss' purrs. She rolled over to look at her headboard, wondering just what she was supposed to do now.

She sighed and took the Journal, wishing that Kale would have just never shown up. That kid was cute, yes, but he caused so much trouble! Taking out a pen, she began to sketch the three Cinnamonkey statues in the Journal; what others did not know was that she was quite skilled with a pencil, but not Caleb-level or anything great.

"People will know about these statues," she said loudly, to no one in particular, "but they will not be able to find them. I will find a large pinata and cause a cave in."

She drew them as she remembered them, then put the Journal on the chest at the foot of her bed, and put her pajamas on. Early in the morning, the sunlight was lightly filtering through the thin curtains, waking Rhea up against her will. Groaning and moaning, she pulled herself out of bed, jumping nearly ten feet in the air.

"What are you doing here!" she screamed.

Kale's eyes grew wide, and he adopted a terrified look. He frantically shook his hands and shook his head, trying to get Rhea to calm down. She was not calming, however, settling for throwing the Journal at Kale's chest, knocking him back onto the floor.

"Get out get out get out!" Rhea exclaimed. She did not enjoy waking up to that freak in her home! "Ag!"

Slowly, slowly he stood up, gently placing the book on Rhea's nightstand. He held his hands out and two bright lights shot from his palms and flashed into one light, forming the figure of a book. It floated above his hands, the pages turning, and then he stopped. Kale walked towards Rhea, but she stepped back, vowing from that day forward to keep a shovel in her house.

When he came forward more Rhea noticed she had nowhere to go. Her bed was in her way. Gritting her teeth, Rhea reached to her bed and put on her mask, squinting. There were circles all over the page he was on.

The book was a...dictionary?

Kale pointed to one of the words that said, "Do" and then the pages flipped to another and he pointed to a word that said, "You". Rhea raised an eyebrow, humoring him. The next word was "Understand".

Obviously this kid did not have an Alert System. He may have been unable to write, but he could read, and probably put the letters together.

"I...I think?"

The book snapped closed, clattering to the ground, and Kale covered his ears.

"Oi! RHEA!" Slam

Kale jumped, spinning around, his poncho billowing out. Rhea was confused as to what was going on, not having heard someone slam into her front door. She followed Kale through the tiny house and saw Mark on his back, rubbing his forehead with the heels of his palms. His pet Sherbat was flapping around with a sandwich in its mouth, landing on Mark's chest to see if he was okay.

Rhea opened her mouth to say something, but found it hard not to stop giggling. Her friend rolled over and stood up.

"Okay so Eddie and Sahari told me to get you guys-"

Raising an eyebrow, Kale tapped him on the shoulder and turned him around to face him and Rhea.

"Okay so Eddie and Sahari told me to get you guys-"

Rhea pointed to her ears. Mark looked like he was going to flip a table and clenched his fists in anger.

"I give up. I just-" He grabbed Rhea's wrist and told Kale to follow him. On the way to meet Eddie and Sahari, Rhea had to guide Mark away from trees and buildings. He was just stomping ahead, nearly running into everyone. She lost count of how many kids jumped aside or were barreled over!

Eddie and Sahari were waiting for them at a bush. Eddie was frantically typing on his Alert System, sending texts to Sahari. They looked over when the trio got there, but both stepped away as Kale drew near.

Sahari's eyebrows furrowed. "My God he's as big as Sparticus."

Eddie grumbled. Kale frowned.

"What, not going to speak- oh. Okay well um hi tinker! Hi Rhea!"

"I have a name," Mark said, a little more harsh than he should.

"Hey, don't have to get bitchy with me just because you're blind." Sahari sighed, shaking her head. "And hey, you're um, talking to a tree."

Rhea and Kale jumped back when he threw his arms into the air.

"Figures! At least you tell me! My dad let me talk to a bookshelffor ten minutes!"

Kale snorted, covering his smirk with his hand.

The purple-haired teen covered his face with both hands, disappointed and ashamed of the people he knew. He sighed, letting Sahari and Mark bicker before snapping his fingers to get their attention. That only ended with a face full of rainbow dust as Mark grabbed Eddie's face to shove him away. Rhea leaped to the rescue and pulled Mark away, giving him a good punch to the shoulder.

Eddie huffed, blowing a lock of misplaced hair out of his eyes.

"Well um I brought you guys here so we can try and figure out what's going on!" Sahari grinned.

Mark turned towards them. "You mean the great Sahari is offering to help."

She scowled and crossed her arms, though her stern look did not get through to the tinker. "Better be glad I'm helping. I highly doubt that any of you could make it on your own without someone who can see, hear, AND speak."

Mark pointed a finger at her, but when he realized he did not have some witty come back, he grumbled and turned away.

"Good, now, anyone know how to fix this?"

Kale gritted his teeth, holding his hands out again. He was showing Sahari different words, some circled some not, and she finished by saying, "Get the statues together." Kale nodded.

"What statues?"

"Another one located somewhere. I don't know."

It was a long process, but at least they were getting somewhere.

"Perfect," Sahari mumbled. She crossed her arms in thought, then jerked one up, snapping her fingers. "Can't be too far away, right? We can check the beach!"

"Ally's good at tracking things," Mark suggested. "Gretchen is, um, she can't hear anything right now."

And somewhere in the forest, Gretchen was leaping after a stupid Buzzenge that had heard her, and she did not hear the swarm of Buzzlgums chasing after her.

"Maybe, I don't know. Maybe those who cannot hear anything should not come." Sahari looked at Rhea, who looked preoccupied at the moment. "Because, you know, at least those who can hear can actually attempt communication." Rhea looked innocently at her and she face palmed.

Mark sent Rhea a message on her Alert that said Go Garden, take a break. Rhea, too confused to object, said "okay" and walked away.

Sahari stared. "That was easy," she said.

"Got that right," Mark said.

On the inside, Eddie was still freaking out. He only heard but half of the conversation; already he canceled the P-Factor, as Patch had also been one of the judges, and the only other person who Eddie really wanted to be a judge was Crisanto, who said he was too busy with his kids and stop to even think about doing it.

Eddie paused. Crisanto knew the place inside and out, maybe he could help!

He quickly messaged Sahari to go to Crisanto's flower shop, and she said it out loud so everyone could hear.

"That's a good idea," Mark said, nodding.

And so they went. The small shop was located toward a remote area of the village. It was covered in themes of flowers and plants and not so colorful it hurt your eyes, but not so dull it looked ugly, either. Sitting on the well cared for lawn were two kids, one boy one girl, both looking four years old. They had bright maroon colored hair and happy little masks that seemed to be flower themed.

Kale stayed far away; something about younger kids just...did not agree with him. Actually, anyone smaller than Sahari and he wanted to kick them across the island. Mark and Sahari went instead, as they were the only two who could talk and hear. The little twins waved to them, and Sahari waved back.

"Hey, Crisanto!" Sahari exclaimed, waving. The man slammed his hand on the counter, hanging his head.

"Looks like I'm not getting quiet time today."

The man, like the children, had bright maroon hair. He wore a poncho with a hood big enough to flop over the top half of his face, with eye holes cut out (and oddly enough the hood seemed to emote). It was bright orange with yellow patterns; connected to a belt of the same color was a maroon fabric with yellow patterns, and his orange pants were bunched into thick yellow boots. Around his left eye was a yellow mark, and his orange gloves had yellow padding on the palm just in case he encountered sharp flowers or weeds.

His green eyes were giving Sahari and Mark a harsh glare.

"What do you children need?" he asked bluntly, his tone annoyed.

"Um...do you happen to know where any Cinnamonkey statues are?"

Crisanto stopped working on the vase in front of him, looking up finally from the golden flowers. "How do you know about them?"

"Well Kale, some sour kid, led me and Rhea into a cave with these statues and now I can't see, Rhea can't hear, Kale can't speak-"

"What were the flowers around?" Crisanto asked urgently.

"Flowers- who notices flowers they're all the same," Sahari said. Crisanto narrowed his eyes.

"What were the flowers."

Mark jumped. "They were uh-"

"Kid look at me."

Mark resisted the urge to walk over to a wall and slam his head against it. "The flowers were like bright orange and pink, I don't even remember I don't even think it was said before!"

"If the flowers you saw, which should have been in abundance, really were orange and pink, the ones you need to look for now are blue and light green." He flicked his hand to the side, a flower gripped at the stem between two of his fingers. "It would be easy if one of you actually payed attention to your surroundings."

Sahari was attempting to take in the information. Mark, on the other hand, was tinkering paper into God knows what. How he could even still tinker was beyond her.

"You want to come and help us?" Sahari asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm stuck with Kale, Mark, and Eddie."

Though he still sounded annoyed, which Mark and Sahari assumed was just his natural tone, he said, "Though I feel sympathetic for you, I have to stay and make sure these kids of mine don't eat the grass again. Or my flowers for that matter."

He stood up and walked out the door, coming in a few moments later with both kids held under each of his arms. Sahari dragged Mark away before Crisanto could kick them out. He seemed to have ended the moment very abruptly, but neither questioned him.

"Dear God, please be nice to my door frame!" Crisanto exclaimed when Mark ran right into it.

Shinzu: u.u I have no idea what I'm doing anymore there should only be maybe two or three more chapters. You can see a pic of Crisanto on my Deviantart if you're confused I have no idea how to describe him. eue But I love him you guys have no idea.

So um I probably have a lot more to say but I'm being a butt and just can't think of what to say and will probably remember later and regret not saying it or something. Enjoy.