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Jane's clothes billowed around like parachutes as she transformed. There was a wriggling heap on the ground. As Horace reached to remove the clothes from Jane's head, a bright red bird's head gracefully peered out. Like waking up, the bird shook it's feathers. It flew up into the room, exposing it's magnificence.

"I don't believe it..." Millard said in wonder.

The phoenix came down, and rested on Millard's shoulder and nodded. Jane flew into the closet, and nodded her head once more. Her clothes were thrown in, and the closet door was closed. A slight pop emanated from the closet. Everyone sat in shock and silence as Jane changed.

"So? How'd you like the show?" Jane asked the room as she came out.

"That... was..." Millard said, trying to find words.

"She wins." Horace said, hands up in defeat. Everyone nodded.

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Jane scribbled in her notebook, trying to draw. She had drawn a thin outline of Millard. She scrunched her eyebrows, and attempted to draw his normal wear. She looked around, as if to check if no one was watching. She drew him without his top coat, and rolled his sleeves up. She removed his tie. 

"Hullo, Jane." Millard said as he entered the room.

"Oh! Hi, Millard." Jane said, nervous, casually closing her notebook, "How are you?"

"Tired. Stir-crazy!" Millard sighed.

"We could play 'Never Have I Ever'"

"What's that?" he asked, sitting down.

"You hold up your ten fingers." She said, demonstrating.

"Alright..."

"Now, I say something like... 'Never have I ever been to London' and if you've been to London, you put a finger down. If you're out of fingers by the end, you lose."

"Interesting." Jane could see him running a hand through his hair. The room became silent.

"Who's room am I in, anyways?"

"Funnily enough, mine."

"Oh. Oops! Uh..." She let her walls tumble down. She sighed. "How do I know if I'm doing the right thing? Staying? How... how did you know it was right for you?" Millard sighed sadly.

"When I was fourteen," he began, "I was a normal kid. But then, one day, slowly but surely, I began to disappear. I ignored it at first; but, soon, my ankles disappeared. Slowly, the invisibility worked it's way up. Soon, I had no choice but to tell my parents. By now, I was only half-way visible. They decided to keep me for awhile. But, soon, my neck started disappearing. By now, I was wearing everything to cover it up. Then, as if it could get any worse-" he sighed, and shook his head.- "I disappeared completely. I was always being left behind during errands, going out was a chore, and I could feel... I could feel my parents caring less and less about me. Like not only was I now literally invisible, I was now figuratively invisible. One night, I had enough and I ran away. I doubt my parents cared or noticed. That night was the most confusing night of my life. To stay or not to stay? That is- er, was- the question."

"Millard I... I didn't know..." Jane said, at a loss for words. She searched her brain for something, anything to say, her mind flying through the air, whizzing into the abyss, looking for- "Thank you, Millard. Thank you for telling me that." she said, composing herself, tossing her notebook to the floor.

"Well, all I can ask is that you tell me about you-" he said, and Jane could feel his grin, destroying his negativity- "But, just tell me the small bits, I'm pretty sure I know already as to your 'main' story." He stretched.

"Well, for starters, I was a champion swimmer. Not exactly champion, but really good at it. I still am. I can carry really heavy things in the water now.-" she turned to Millard, and smiled-- "Two, I was always a bookworm. I don't show it very often, though. I... used to get teased for it, among the many other things. I... really like fantasy, with fairy tales and stuff."

"Keep going!" Millard urged, captivated by Jane and her confessions, and how she was so open about this-

"Alright, fine. Three-" she squirmed, almost uncomfortable- "I also like to draw, but I'm not very good at it."

"May I see?" Millard asked politely. 

"Ehmm... sure." she said, nervously. She hefted up her large notebook, and showed him the images. There was one of Hugh, sitting criss-cross on the ground with Fiona, a bee stuck in her hair. There was an image of Miss Peregrine mid-flight. There were drawings of Emma and Jacob. There was one of Enoch, one of Horace, Claire, and Olive. But those were the tip of the iceberg. It seemed that Jane never tired of trying to draw Millard. One, Millard noticed, was of him sitting and reading, while another was of him at the first dinner. Yet another had him opening the Cave.

"These are incredible!" Millard said, taking the extra minute to look at them. When he finally put the book down, he asked Jane to tell him more. 

"Well... that's all, really." If he thought she was uncomfortable now, nothing compared to this. Her walls were fast coming up again, like her guard had never lowered.

"Are you sure? Because I'd rather it be now and not three years down the road or somewhat."

"Well..." she seemed lost, afraid, like this was the deepest anyone had tried to probe.

"I understand if you don't want to, terribly sorry, I just wanted to know more about you, and you seemed kind of sad so-" Millard babbled on, sounding like a maniac. Jane silenced him with a kiss. Jane could practically feel his eyes bulge in surprise, then close, enjoying the moment.

Once she broke away, Jane looked at Millard in the eyes. She took a deep breath. "I'm extremely insecure. I can't really look at myself in the mirror. I become needy, and I can't be independent sometimes. It hurts all the relationships I'm ever in. Well... the one friend. But, she was rude in the first place." she looked at Millard in the eye again, and instead of happiness, cheerfulness, he saw that she had truly lowered her guard. Instead, he saw her eyes and they were hollow. Anguished. Restless. Without thinking, he put his arm around her waist.

"Another thing?" Jane asked, almost hopeful.

"Only if you want to," whispered Millard, "If you're comfortable."

"Five. I'm actually quite handy. I can make several different things of almost nothing. I can also fix stuff."

"Define stuff."

"Well, it depends. What's in front of me? What are my choices?"

"I see."

"How much longer until everyone goes bonkers?"

"Two days, tops."

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