Resolution. Dénouncement. Ending.

At this point, Lorie had helped her characters move into a small apartment in a busy city in Solton. Admittedly, it took a bit of time, because the last thing she wanted was to move a maniacal kitsune into the same city as her own. Or worse, her cousin (and her eight other friends).

After all, when she had told the news to Lavish later on, she was met with a bunch of questions, sprinkled with little teases (as she tended to be)...along with her friends barging in the conversation and asking even more (what she would call) pointless questions. But Lorie was at least capable of reassuring them that "no, you will not be getting new visitors...especially not these characters or people or whatever!".

So, in the city of Hammeric, Solton (a decently populated urban city with a fantastic military system and police station nearby), she situated Makii, Cory, and Jack Danger to a condo on the twenty-third floor of an apartment complex system popular in the area–known as Solton's Managing Development Corporation–SMDC.

Lorie tried shooing them away much quicker, but it only led to more problems.

One, she didn't teach them how to use money the first time she gave it. (At some point, Cory and Makii had even shoplifted.) So she had to teach them.

Two, she tried rushing them to move in a much smaller complex before, which was not only unsanitary but was far more expensive than the labeled price. Much to her regret (and irritation), Lorie spent a whole month having to navigate and find the SMDC's condo complex.

And third, she tried writing still while all this was happening. Not only did it snap her mood bitter, but she couldn't think of anything. In fact, she felt worse when trying to write than when she was helping out the others. All Lorie could think about were those days she spent at the shredder and crossing out and dropping ideas and how long and inconvenient that whole ordeal was.

Nevermind that. After three months, Makii, Cory, Jack Danger (and Vayo, who quickly ran off) had finally settled into their complex. And there they parted ways.

#

Now, Lorie shelved the last book in her own apartment–in a different city, of course.

She lived in Teremic, Solton–near the capital with bustling markets and tall skyscrapers everywhere. (There were only a few cities Lorie could name from the top of her head in Solton that were urban-based, filled with tall towers instead of two-story family-friendly homes. Ferritic, Hammeric, and Teremic.)

However, they were all quite populated and busy...as Lorie would've been.

Instead, she was reading the very story she made for an assignment when she was little.

HOW TO WRITE A BOOK. BY: LORIE PURMINE.

"Maybe I should use this for a reference." She said aloud. Of course, she was still fuming inside with irritation.

But she sat back down and opened her faux-leather red notebook to an empty page. Even after all that time, most of it had still been left empty. Granted, Lorie wanted to do anything but return to the story "Windblown".

Admittedly, she wanted to do anything but write at this moment.

After that, she pulled out a new gray laptop–for she had to replace the one her characters had smushed.

And finally, she opened her email inbox once again.

Lorie wasn't sure what to do next, and she wasn't even sure what to write next. Where would she take herself next?

What greater heights—

She glanced down at her screen.

She wasn't even sure if she wanted to go through that again. Her head ached at the thought.

If my characters could jump out again...If I had to scribble out and delete so many elements and push myself just to finish another book. Again...

She could've sworn that she felt her heart burn out as she tried to cross out everyone and thing. It was as if her temperature kept building and rising, and was snuffed out just as fast.

Even while she was deleting those characters. Makii. Cory. Jack Danger. Vayo. Counting them made her temperature rise.

Well, Cory was an easy character to work with, she remembered. But every time she even thought of the other three, it was as if someone blew out a candle that helped her pencil move along in the first place.

Lorie glanced at her paper again. She was done. She wasn't going to write again.

Or maybe...for now? She wasn't sure. But, glancing around the bookshelves of dropped ideas and even the strongest of papers being ripped had finally gotten to her.

Uncertain, Lorie's mind was in scribbles. But she needed some way to catch a break.

Because she was stuck.

She was completely burnt out.

Lorie glanced at her screen once more and a clean click! sound clapped softly in the air as her fingers pressed the touchpad.

"Hoo. Finally."

And scene. The end.