Disclaimer: I do not own Mirror Mask or any of its characters. Their personalties, however, I can bend to my own will.

It was a good dream, she decided. Helena stretched and curled up into a little ball. She had stayed up late the night before celebrating her mothers' recovery party, and she was still very tired.

Then she heard it.

The sound was sort of like a slurp-pop with a sucking noise attached. It did not't sound like a pleasant sound, at the very least. Helena's eyes shot open, searching for the source of the noise. Her eyes fell on a piece of paper that was lying across her bedspread. It appeared to be Valentine, holding something scraggly. Something colorful. Something cuddly.

Valentine had stolen her little cuddly sea anemone.

Ha ha. this all started with a dream i had this morning. I woke up with the phrase "little cuddly sea anemone" resounding through my head.

review please! (it helps my ego)