1. This is more of a
Prologue chapter,
telling the story of
the couple before
they start on the
having of many kids.
Also, I have tried to
work a plot into this
one, so yay for that.
And no, I am not
insane for trying to
do two of these at the
same time.

2. Name : Evangeline
Mae Lovelace
Aspiration :
Knowledge
Secondary Aspiration
: Romance
Turn Ons : Red hair/
Creativity
Turn Off : Cologne
Personality :
Aquarius (4,4,4,7,6)
Hobby : Nature
LTW : Max 7 Skills

3. Name : Peregrine Leo
Oseransky
Aspiration : Fortune
Secondary Aspiration
: Popularity
Turn Ons : Custom
hair/Make up
Turn Off : Smell
Personality : Leo
(4,10,4,4,3)
Hobby : Music &
Dance
LTW : Become The
Law

4. I stare up at the door with
an odd cocktail of dread
and excitement building
up in my stomach. Part of
my thrills at the idea of
college; being free from
my parents and in a place
of learning where I can
fully express myself.
But then again, being
away from my parents
protection and at the
mercy of my classmates
for the first time in my
life...yeah, that's scary.
Falling into a vat of
crocodiles scary.
You see, I've always been
that kid who everyone
else hated, for one key
reason; my eyes. I'm one
quarter alien, meaning I'm
not alien enough for the
aliens to respect me, but
I'm too alien for the
humans to like me either.
I'm a total outcast. Never
had a friend, never been
invited to a party, never
been on a date...it sucks.
But, maybe, things will be
different here...
Maybe.

5. Not wanting to wait
around and find out if
people here are as
cruel as those back
home, I duck into my
room. It's bland and
overly cream. Utterly
depressing. It doesn't
suit me or my electric
blue hair at all. As
soon as possible I am
going to have to get
some posters and
stuff to brighten it up
a bit.
I will never be able to
survive four years in
this glorified tomb.

6. When I run out of
things to do in my
room, I get fidgety.
I've never been one
for just sitting around
doing nothing.
So, taking a deep
breath and trying to
calm my nerves, I
walk upstairs to the
communal study area.
Peeking around the
banister, I see only
one other person
there, a guy on his
own playing chess.
He doesn't even look
up as I trip into view.
Taking this as an
omen, I move to the
bookcase.

7. I find something to
read fast. A beaten
copy of Philip
Pullman's Northern
Lights, one of my
favourite books.
But even as I start to
read, I cannot ignore
the fact that there is
someone else there. I
don't feel eyes on the
back of my neck...I
just feel acutely
aware that I'm not
alone, and it's not a
pleasant feeling.

8. After a while I hear
him move. Glancing
over my shoulder I
see him sat on an
armchair, also
reading. Quickly I
look away, afraid
that he might notice
me staring at him.
He's actually rather
good looking. Very
good looking.
Shaking my head I
turn back to Lyra's
adventures. Stupid
Eva. No point in
noticing who the
good looking guys
are; none of them
will ever be
interested in
someone like me.

9. Feeling the familiar
melancholic
depression that tints
me life begin to sink
in again, I go to put
the book away,
before I start crying.
'Hi.'
I start, rabbit in
headlights. A pair of
sharp green eyes is
fixed on me, curiosity
making them
brighter. I glance
around, looking for
someone else, but it's
just me and him.
'Are you okay?' he
asks, concerned,
putting down his
book and beginning
to rise.
Desperately I nod,
not wanting him
to...keep paying
attention to me. 'I'm
fine,' I squeak, before
running away, back
down to my room.
Gods, I am such a
moron.

10. I make it downstairs
with no incidents.
Crap! Why did he
have to talk to me?
Freaked out and
panicked, I do what I
always do when
worried; eat.
Unfortunately the
canteen food is far
from desirable, and I
find myself just
stirring it, round and
round the bowl.
'Food's crap, huh?'
I start upright to see
him opposite me, the
guy from before. My
cheeks fan to flame.
'Uh huh,' I reply,
staring back down at
my bowl. There are
half a dozen empty
tables. Why is he sat
with me?

11. 'I'm Peregrine,' he
offers through a
mouthful of burnt
chilli. 'Peregrine
Leo Oseransky, but
everyone calls me
Oz.'
I'm sure that my
eyes are bulging, but
my parents brought
me up properly. 'I'm
Evangeline, but I
prefer Eva.'
He nods, clearly
pleased that I'm
talking to him.
'That's a nice name.
Better than
Peregrine!' He pulls
a face.
We sit in silence for
a while, before the
words burst from
me. I can't stop it. I
don't even realize
I've said it until it's
over and I cannot
recall the words.
'Why are you
talking to me?'

12. He looks hurt. 'You
want me to leave?'
I shake my head
quickly, appalled by
the suggestion. 'No! I
just...wondered. I
mean...why would
you want to talk to
me?'
His expression
softens, becoming far
too sweet. 'You
looked lost and alone.
Plus, and don't hate
me for saying this,
you're hot!'
Frowning I mull over
his words. 'I'm not
hot,' I correct after a
while. 'I'm a freak.'
'What?'
'The eyes.'
That makes him grin.
'I think they're
awesome. Do you get
teased about them a
lot?'

13. I shrug, staring at my
food again. 'Teased is
too tame a
discription.'
He nods knowingly.
'Sure. But I'm sure
people here will be
more openminded. I
didn't even notice
your eyes at first. It
was the hair.'
I smile. 'That's why I
did it. I dyed my hair
blue in the hope that
people wouldn't
notice my eyes so
quickly.'
I listen to myself
talking and begin to
frown again. Since
when have I been so
chatty? But talking to
Oz feels...natural. I
don't have to work at
it, like I do with
everyone else.
Weird.

14. We sit there talking
about anything and
everything until I
notice the time.
'I really should go,' I
say, glancing at my
long empty bowl. 'I
have stuff to do
before class
tomorrow.'
He nods. 'Me too...I
guess.'
Reluctantly, I stand.
I want to spend
more time with him,
another shock.
Usually lacking in
social skills, I am
surprised at myself.
'See you around,' he
calls as I leave.
'Sure.'

15. I sit there in my
room, staring at my
computer screen.
Wow. I don't know
why he bothered to
try to be nice to me,
but it was nice that
he did. It makes me
feel...warm,
buoyant.
Maybe things won't
be so bad here after
all, if more people
are like Oz.
I write little before I
give up, too
distracted to work.

16. The next morning is
not as good. I sit
down for breakfast,
and as soon as I'm
down, the other
chair at the table
scrapes out, and this
horse-faced girl sits
down.
'You're Evangeline
Lovelace, right?' she
demands, glaring at
me.
'Eva,' I say.
'Whatever,' she
rudely says,
dismissively rolling
her eyes. 'You're
that freaky alien
halfbreed, right?'

17. Fear hits my stomach
like a brick. 'One
quarter alien,' I
mutter into my chest,
afraid to look up.
'I don't know how
you're brave enough
to come out in public.
If I was you I'd just
lock myself away and
never come out
again.'
With her point made,
she gets up and
flounces off, leaving
me dejected and just
as depressed as when
I arrived.
Great.

18. 'She said what?'
Later, over lunch, I
tell Oz what
happened. He glares
over his shoulder at
the girl, who sticks
up her nose and
scowls back.
'It doesn’t matter
much,' I whisper. 'I
get it all the time.'
'Doesn't make it
right,' he says
adamantly. 'Just
ignore bitches like
that. She's just
jealous that you're
easily the prettiest
girl here, and she
looks like Camilla
Parker Bowls.'

19. 'So, other than her,
anyone else given you
any hassle?'
I shake my head. 'I
haven't really spoken to
anyone else.'
Thankfully he doesn't
press the issue
anymore. I'm glad. I
really don't want to
start crying in front of
him.
He begins to tell me a
story about his
childhood. He was
adopted as a baby, after
his parents were killed
in a car accident. I
quickly apologize, but
he shrugs it off.
'My Mum and Dad, the
ones I was given too,
are the best people
imaginable. Sure, I
sometimes miss my bio
parents, but I never
really knew them.
Casey and Ted are
amazing. They're old.
They were in their
fifties when I went to
them, but they've
always been there for
me. I never really
needed anything else
when I had them.'

20. I feel jealousy sting
deeply. My parents
were never there for
me. Dad ran out
when I was still a
kid and mother
hated me for being a
freak. The idea of
loving parents is one
of those things I
grew up wanting,
but never got.
I let him go on
about his family,
hoping that he never
asks about my
parents. He doesn't,
and as soon as I can
I rush off to class.
It will be a long
time before I'm
ready to talk to
anyone about my
family, even Oz.

21. While I don't get
along with my
mother, my father's
side of the family
always fascinated
me. As a little girl
Dad would tell me
stories that his dad
told him about space
and aliens and the
stars. All that kind
of stuff. I love it. I
was still a small girl
when I learnt how to
map the skies at
night, how to work a
telescope and find
what I needed to
see.
At first it was a
hobby. When Dad
left it turned into an
obsession. I want to
know who I am.
Where I came from.
If it's all worth the
hell I have to pay.
And I can still hope
that maybe there's a
family waiting for
me out there.

22. I spend a lot of time
outside, especially
at night. I've never
been a daytime
person. My fair skin
burns easily and the
light bounces off of
my eyes in weird
ways. Plus I can
never wake up in the
mornings, and take
that morning
grogginess through
the day until the sun
goes down.
Being a night person
has another
advantage; there's
no one around to
stare. Sure, there is
always someone up
in the dorm, but at
night everyone's too
tired to bother with
teasing me.
It's nice.

23. With autumn now
firmly set in, there's
a lot to do outside at
night. Like playing
in the leaves,
something I always
used to do at home,
no matter how mad
it made Mum.

24. I'm the first to admit
that when I'm
concentrating on
something, I'm
pretty much dead to
the world. So I
never even heard
him approach. After
raking up the leaves,
I turn and there he
is, just sitting there.
Swallowing my
scream, I walk over
to him, annoyed to
have been caught
off guard. What if it
had been someone
scarier than Oz?

25. 'Hey?' I say quietly.
He leaps up, grinning.
'What are you doing
out here?'
Shrugging, I look at my
feet. As close as we
have grown, I am still a
nervous ball of shyness
around him. Idiot. 'I
like it out here at night.
It's peaceful.'
His grin grows. 'Well, I
heard that there was
going to be a meteor
shower tonight. I see
you on that telescope
sometimes, so I figured
it was something you
were interested in.'
I nod excitedly. 'It is.'
'So, wanna watch the
stars with me?'
My heart pounds at the
thought, but I control it
fiercely. He's just a
friend. An extremely
attractive, kind,
shirtless friend.
Oh, why did he have to
be so good-looking?
And shirtless?

26. We lay down side by
side on the ground,
him guiding me when
I falter slightly.
Staring up at the sky,
I can barely
concentrate, feeling
his warmth against
my side.
When his arm goes
around me, pulling
me into his chest, I
freeze. What is he
doing? His easy grin
warms me as he
looks down at me.
'Look!' he demands
softly, pointing.
But I can't, too
blinded by his face
and his closeness.
Too enraptured by
the sky, he doesn't
seem to notice that
my eyes never leave
his face, which is
good.

27. As good as it feels to
be curled up against
him, I worm my way
out of his grasp and
sit up. Propped on
one elbow, he
watches me,
confused.
'Something wrong?'
Yes. 'No. I'm just
tired.'
Like the idiotic
coward I am, I run
away, again. He must
think I'm insane,
which is a plus,
because I am.

28. It's stupid and childish, but
after that night I begin to
avoid him, as much as
possible. Considering we
live in the same building, it's
surprisingly easy, almost
like he's avoiding me in the
same way. That thought
makes my chest ache, but I
ignore it.
It's almost two months
before we have any kind of
contact. Taking advantage of
an empty dorm, I go upstairs
for a few hundred sit ups.
I've been eating so much to
ease my unhappiness that
I've put on a few pounds.
I don't hear him coming. It
makes me wonder if he's
some kind of vampire or
something, uniquely
equipped to sneak up on me
no matter what. I don't know
he's there watching me until
he speaks.
'Keep up with that and you
might just disappear.'
Muscles locking, I can
barely roll my head to stare
up at him, again the rabbit in
headlights.
'You're skinny enough, Eva,'
he continues, smiling as
though we last talked
yesterday, not months ago.
And then he just saunters
off.
What was that about?

29. 'You have to promise
to stop avoiding me!'
he demands later, when
I'm showered and
dressed. 'I don't even
know what I did
wrong.'
Sighing, I feel my brow
lower. 'You didn't do
anything.' And that's
true. It's all my fault for
being an emotional
wreck.
Fingers pinch at my
sides, and I find myself
gasping for breath,
giggling like a little
girl. 'Eva,' he growls,
face pressed against
mine, forehead to
forehead, noses
brushing. My heart
putters pathetically and
sweat makes my palms
slippery. 'Eva, no more
ignoring me, okay? I
don't like it. I missed
you.'
Mouth like the Sahara,
I can't answer.
Releasing me, he cocks
his head, regarding me
closely.

30. 'So, what are we
doing tonight?'
'We?' I ask, confused.
He nods. 'Sure. We
have a lot to catch up
on.'
I pause thoughtfully.
'Well, I have to watch
this crap old horror
film for my Drama
class.'
'Okay then!' he
exclaims happily,
smiling so wide that I
can't help but smile
back. 'So, tonight we
will take over the TV
and watch that crap
film.'
'Cool.'
'It's a date.' Darting
forward so fast he's a
ginger blur, he
presses his lips to my
cheek, grins again,
and bounces off.
I don't think I'm ever
going to understand
Oz. Ever.

31. 'Oz!'
He rushes over to me.
'What?'
I grin, eyes sparkling.
'It's snowing!' I laugh
happily, twirling
around, not caring
that I'm making a
fool of myself.
'Actual snow!'
He laughs with me.
'You're acting like
you've never seen
snow before,' he
chides.
I pout, hitting his
arm. 'I haven't. Not
really.'
His disbelief is
amusing. His jaw
pops open. 'Never?'
'Nope.'

32. 'Then we will have to
go and play in the
snow once it sets,' he
says.
'Really?'
'Yes.'
It feels like my head
will split in two from
my smile. 'Yay!'
His laugh rolls
around the room,
deep and smooth.
'You are so weird
sometimes, Eva.'
If anyone said that to
me, I'd be in tears.
But I know Oz means
it as a compliment,
and my cheeks blush
red.

33. Later, once he's
gotten dressed after
his afternoon nap,
we sit in front of the
TV. Or I sit, and Oz
stretches across the
rest of the sofa.
I can hear the sound
of werewolves
tearing apart
innocent people, but
I cannot stop from
peeking at Oz every
few seconds.
I'm freaking
obsessed in the
worst way. I'm a
pair of binoculars
and a journal away
from being a stalker.

34. 'Stop staring at me,'
he complains,
playfully nudging my
hip with his foot. My
face explodes red,
tears of
embarrassment
prickling.
'Sorry.' God! He must
think I am a total
freak. I bet he's
regretting ever
talking to me.
Instead of doing what
I expect, leaving
while shouting abuse
at me, he sits up and
wraps an arm around
my shoulders, pulling
me close to him. As
always when he
touches me, my body
overreacts and shuts
down in the same
instant.

35. I mutter another
sorry, but he ignores
me, pulling me onto
his lap.
'What are you doing?'
I squeak, trying to
wriggle free. His grip
on my back tightens,
pulling me close to
him.
'I am doing what I've
wanted to do since I
first met you, you
crazy little blue
haired alien.'

36. I don't protest as his
lips touch mine. I
can't protest,
because this is what
I've wanted for so
long. And he wanted
it too? That bit
doesn't make any
sense, but I'm not
going to complain.
In a blissful little
bubble, I press my
lips back against
his, smiling to
myself.

37. When he does end the
kiss, a little later, he
pulls me close to him,
burying his face in
my shoulder.
'This is it now, Eva,'
he warns. 'You're not
getting rid of me
unless you kill me.'
With that in mind, I
see his kiss as it was
meant to be, not just
a kiss, but a promise,
a pact. He wants
me...forever?
'I mean it,' he adds
when I say nothing. 'I
love you, Evangeline,
and I am never letting
you get away from
me. Not ever.'
I can't say anything
as my heart swells to
filly my entire chest,
pushing my lungs
against my ribs so
that I cannot breath.
So this is love? I
muse. Perfect.

38. I scream a little as an
unseen attacker grabs
me from behind. But
when a familiar pair
of soft lips brush
mine, I relax and let
him greet me in my
favourite way.

39. 'That was unexpected,'
I gasp when he allows
me a break to catch my
breath.
'It feels like years since
I last saw you,' he
complains, stroking my
back and raising
goosebumps.
I giggle, kissing his
nose. 'It was half an
hour ago.'
Arms tight about me,
so tight it's hard for me
to even breath, he
glares into my eyes.
'Still too long.'
Since that night when
he first kissed me, two
weeks ago, we've been
practically
inseperatable. We
spend every moment
together, no matter
what we are doing.
Though I'm still kinda
petrified that he'll get
bored of me, or realize
that he doesn't really
love me, or even like
me. But, for now, I am
happy just to be with
him, and it really
doesn't seem like he's
getting bored of me.

40. 'I love you,' he
assures me.
Sometimes it does
seem like he can read
my mind, sensing
when I need to be
reassured.
'I love you too,' I say
shyly, my cheeks
flushing again.

41. After that there's no
more talking. No
need for talking. It's
like our bodies are
having their own
conversation, our
feelings clear as
crystal despite no
words being said.
I never imagined
anything like this.
Not ever.

42. 'What if someone
catches us?' I ask
later, pulling away
from him and his
intoxicating lips.
Somehow we ended
up together, naked on
the couch, in the
communal study area.
I have no idea how
this happened, but
looking down his
toned body, I don't
care.
'Don't worry so
much,' he says,
kissing me again.
'Nothing will go
wrong. I promise.'
I trust him, more
implicitly than any
other person I've ever
known. I trust him
that nothing will
happen, and give
myself completely to
the moment.
He's right. Nothing
will happen, but the
possibility of being
caught adds a tension
to the moment that
makes it even
sweeter.

43. 'I really, really, really
do love you,
Evangeline.'
Dimly rubbing my
face against his hand,
I smile. 'I love you
too. So much.'
'I have plans for
tomorrow,' he warns
me.
'Should I be scared?'
Solemnly he nods.
'Yes.'

44. Delightedly I squeal,
dancing through the
thick covering of
snow.
'I knew you'd like it,'
Oz says, watching
me, eyes filled with
adoration that I'm
surprised I ever
earned.
'I love it!' I cry. 'And
I love you!'
He flushes slightly.
'It's just snow,' he
mutters, but I ignore
him.

45. 'We have to build a
snowman!' I say,
jumping about like a
rabbit on Red Bull.
He starts balling up
snow, and for a
moment I just stand
there, staring at his
cute little arse. Then
his eyes flicker to me,
lips smirking, and I
hurry to join him.

46. 'He's perfect!' I state
as Oz adds the carrot.
'Everything's perfect
to you. I cannot
believe this is your
first snow,' he says,
disbelievingly.
'I was sent to my
Grandma's in the
winters. In Australia.'
'Oh.'
'But it really was
worth the wait.
Thank you.'

47. He answers by
drawing me in for an
intense kiss. I'm glad
that the snow has
kept most people
inside, as many girls
have taken offence to
Oz, the prize of the
campus, dating me,
the school freak. The
teasing has gotten
worse, but Oz makes
me immune to it.
Who cares what they
think when Oz thinks
I'm perfect?
Okay, I care a little
bit. Who wouldn't,
though?

48. 'I'm still not used to
that,' I gasp when we
break apart. He's
panting too, eyes out
of focus.
'I'm just so good,' he
teases lightly, poking
my ribs. But behind
the teasing there's a
desire in his eyes that
makes my knees
weak.

49. When I'm not with
Oz, I'm studying, and
when I'm not
studying, I'm with
Oz. Some would say
it's an unhealthy
relationship, but I'm
just surprised to have
any kind of
relationship at all, so
I really don't care.
But I do still study as
hard as I ever have,
no matter how much
it annoys Oz. I've
never missed a class
or a deadline. Perfect
grades and a spotless
record.

50. I also still spend a lot
of time painting. I
secretly painted Oz
while he was
studying one night,
and after that I
decided to try a self
portrait, something
I'd never bothered
with before. I was an
ugly freak, why
would I want to
immortalize myself
on canvas?
But I don't feel ugly
anymore.

51. 'What are we doing
here Oz?' I demand,
looking up at the
small house. We have
just completed our
second year of
college, still very
much together, and
Oz has another
"surprise" for me.

52. He doesn't answer.
Walking up to the front
door, he pulls out a key
and opens it. He
beckons and I follow
him in.
'Why are my paintings
here?' I ask, looking
around the brightly
coloured living room.
'You really can't
guess?' he asks,
grinning. 'This is our
house, for the rest of
our time here.'
My jaw hits the floor.
'What?'
'If you want to live
with me, of course.'
I throw my arms
around him. 'Of course
I do. It's perfect.
But...how?'
'I've been saving.' And
that's all he will say on
the matter. 'So, want to
see the bedroom?'
I roll my eyes, but
allow him to bundle me
excitedly upstairs.

53. It's just as bright and
garish as the
downstairs. Grinning,
I perch on the
obnoxious bedspread.
'It's really perfect, Oz.
Thank you.'
Sitting beside me, he
hugs me. 'Anything
for you, Eva.'

54. 'Anything?' I ask
huskily, pulling him
further onto the bed.
'Anything you
want.'

55. Time passes quickly,
and before I know
where I am, we're
Seniors with only one
year left here.
Normally I cook, but
tonight Oz insisted on
taking over. I let him,
regretting it when the
entire house fills with
smoke.
I turn and Oz is there
with a plate of burned
pork chops, looking
forlornly down at
them. It breaks my
heart.
'I ruined dinner, Eva,'
he says.
Coming up behind
him, I wrap my arms
around his waist. 'It
looks fine,' I say.
'Now, I'm starved, so
let's eat.'

56. 'I really am sorry
about dinner.'
Chocking down
another bite, I smile.
'It's fine, Oz. You just
need a little more
practice. It's no big
deal.'
His bottom lip juts
out. 'It is a big deal.
Tonight was meant to
be special.'
'Why?' I ask,
frowning. Did I miss
an anniversary or
something? I don't
think I did.

57. 'Eva,' he says,
looking deep into my
eyes. Dropping my
fork, I grab his hand,
getting nervous. He
sounds really weird.
'What is it?' I ask,
voice breaking.

58. 'Eva,' he says again,
swallowing.
'Evangeline, you've
made me the happiest
man in the world
these past few years.
No one should be this
lucky, but I was and
still am, just having
you in my life.'

59. My heart hammers
against my ribs as he
pulls a little black
box out of his pocket.
Gingerly he pushes it
towards me, eyes
pleading.
'Evangeline Mae
Lovelace, will you
marry me?'

60. I pick up the box and
stare at the ring. It's
beautiful, a
traditional gold band
with a-
'What kind of stone is
that?' I ask, not
looking up.
'It's a starstone. I was
asking around for
ages, members of
your race, and this is
a traditional gift
between lovers, they
say.'
'I can't accept this!' I
say, putting it down
as though my very
presence will devalue
it. 'It's too much. It
must have cost you a
fortune.'

61. 'Eva, answer my
question,' he
demands. 'Will you
marry me? Forget the
ring. Will you marry
me?'
I stare, slightly
shocked by his
outburst. 'Of course-'
Taking the box from
me, he pulls out the
ring and slides it onto
my finger. 'Good.'
Overwhelmed, I twirl
the cold metal around
my ring finger,
feeling it warm to my
skin. 'Thank you.'
'You're worth every
penny, and a million
more.'

62. Guilty over the price
of the ring, I let Oz
celebrate in his
favourite way.
Not that I mind at all,
really.

63. 'I cannot believe that
you're engaged!'
I smile at the weird
little witch, Alice,
one of the few people
in town who don't
treat me like crap.
She claims to be
some kind of all
powerful Goddess
figure, but I think
she's just an
eccentric.

64. 'So, what's new with
you?' I ask, wanting
to turn the subject
away from me. I'm
still not totally
comfortable talking
about myself, not
even with Oz.
'Worrying a lot. The
war between humans
and aliens is getting
worse. The aliens are
threatening to drop
bio-bombs if we don't
surrender.'
There's a lot about
this on the news. Lots
of aliens are leaving
town, retreating to
secluded places due
to the abuse received.
I don't get too much,
luckily, but what
does filter through is
worse than the jibes
about my eyes.

65. 'Do you think it will
really come to that?'
Sadly she shrugs.
'Hard to say at the
moment, but I really
hope not.'
'Me too.'

66. Again time seemed to
just disappear, and
the end was nigh. Oz
and I left for our final
exams before
graduation with a
small amount of
sadness. I would miss
our house here, and
I'd miss the college.
But, then again, I
would not miss the
people and their
mean remarks.

67. 'It's all over!' I cry,
hugging Oz close.
Pushing me away
slightly, he stares
into my eyes and
shakes his head.
'No. It's only just
beginning.'
He's not wrong
there.

68. Across town, Alice
and her latest consort,
CatMan, watch the
news with growing
distress.
'The world leaders
today voted to ignore
the alien threats. It is
their policy not to
negotiate with
terrorists, and so a
special envoy is not
being sent on behalf
of Earth to dissuade
the aliens from
hostile action.'
'This is bad,' Alice
says, ignoring the rest
of the report.
CatMan nods. 'I
know. But what can
we-'

69. He is cut off as a
million biological
warheads are dropped
across Earth. The
explosion is
deafening, and when
the smoke clears,
something is not at
all right.

70. 'Well...this sucks.'
CatMan nods
pleasantly. 'It really
does.'
'Stupid flesh eating
viruses.'
'Yes.'
'Oh!' she cries. If she
could still cry, she
would. 'I'm not pretty
anymore!'
'You are...just in a
more living-dead
kind of way.'
She ignores him,
moving for the
phone. 'I'd better
check on everyone
else.'

71. 'Hello?'
-'Mortimer? Hey.
Listen...anything
weird happen today?'
'If you mean did I get
turned into some kind
of zombie type
creature, then yes.'
-'And everyone else?'
'Much the same.'
-'Crap.'

72. 'I'm so confused! I
don't know if I want
to eat cheese or
brains!'
-'May I suggest
both?'
'Hmmm...'

73. -'Malcolm, baby,
how are things.'
'I know this was
your fault, LeQuia.
You've always hated
me, and now I'm a
monster, and not in
the good, Alan
Sugar way.'
-'It's not my fault!
I'm buggered, just
like all of you!'

74. -'Oh, Pascal! Not
you too!'
'I'm afraid so, Alice.
But isn't it neat?'
-'You're an undead
brain eating
freak...wait, of
course you'd like it.'
'Like it? I love it!'

75. 'You've got to help
me! I have a date
with Romeo in two
hours and I look like
death!'
-'Tasteful joke,
Juliet.'
'Who's joking?!?!?!'
-'I'm guessing that
Romeo is just as fugly
as you now, so deal
with it.'
'I hate you.'
-'Everyone does.'

76. 'Oh...crap.'
Frowning she turns
to the man...zombie
behind her.
'Catman. I think we
have a problem.'

77. EWWW! I'm a
zombie! This really
does suck.
Anyways, join us
next time to see what
will happen next, Far
Away From Pluto.
And *drool* at Oz.