(That's Haul as a baby to his age during this small series)

After they had all finished eating their breakfast and after they had put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher, Haul had told the kids to get dressed before walking off with Cordelia-- probably to get her ready for their little outing.  Credence, Prome-- which Hannah could only assume was short for Prometheus, Will-- hopefully short for Willow, and Artie -- Which was hopefully short for Artemis-- had all promptly walked off to their rooms to get ready while Terry (which was most likely short for Terrance) and Killian stayed behind. They were staring at her-- ahh man, did she have to help them get dressed? She hated doing that. Hannah smiled at them and said "lead the way, small ones!"

It seems that she still called anyone younger than her that because her kids didn't seem confused at all and led her to the following room---

Hannah thought that the room was pretty neat. She would've killed to have a room like this when she was their age-- instead, she had gotten a boring red room with smelly carpet. The brunette shook her head-- she was not going to be jealous of a couple of toddlers. She was old enough to fucking drink-- she was an adult and she was going to act like it for god sakes. 'Even though I don't feel like it'

A small tug on her hand snapped her out of her thoughts and caused her to look down to see what had grabbed her-- it was Terrance. He was looking up at her with his adorably big, emerald, green eyes "mommy, h'lp me pi'k out my 'utf't " oh god, this kid was gonna be the death of her. It should be illegal to be that damn adorable. His hand was so tiny-- and another tug was felt, but this time it was on her other hand. "No help me, mommy!" Killian whined, tugging her in the other direction-- only for Terrance to tug her in the opposite direction. "No! H'lp me 'rst!" Annnnndd the arguing begins-- knew they wouldn't get along for long. Oh hellllllllllllllll no, She dealt with enough arguing back home. "Guys! I'll help both of you but you gotta let me go" to her relief, both boys did as she said. She decided to help Terrance first, since he was younger, and allowed him to lead her to the left dresser.

She went through the dresser and pulled out a pair of Ravenclaw socks, navy blue overalls, and a black tshirt with a bronze robot on it. She then helped him change into the outfit and had to stop herself from laughing as she watched his failed attempt at putting on his overalls (he hopped around like a bunny and nearly fell over). Luckily for her, Terrance was to busy glaring at his brother--who was already laughing -- to notice that she was trying not to laugh as well. Then, while Terrance was putting on his sneakers (which funnily enough were blue and bronze), She searched for Killian's outfit. She ended up picking out a descendants tshirt that had Uma's pirate crew on it, blue jeans, and hufflepuff socks -- seems like he's alot like his namesake. Then while Killian was getting dressed-- which he insisted that he could do on his own-- she 'helped' Terrance brush his hair. He looked alot like his dad-- alot like his dad.

An hour later, they were all piled up in the family car-- a black Chevrolet Suburban-- driving down an unfamiliar road. Haul was driving and Hannah sat in the passenger's seat. Behind them sat Killian, Terrance, and Cordelia in their car seats. Behind them were Willow, Artemis, and Prometheus, and all the way in the back sat Credence, Journey, and Hamilton. Credence was playing a  game on his phone as were Artemis and Prometheus. Willow was singing along to the song that was playing on the radio "ain't no rest for the wicked", as were Hannah and Haul. Terrance was reading-- Apparently it was a passion of his-- and Killian was looking out the window.

After about an hour of driving, they pulled up to small but beautiful house that had a huge backyard that looked a little something like this;

Hannah wasn't surprised that Luna and Dorian's house was small-- Dorian had always wanted a small house for her and her family. It wasn't that much of surprise that she had managed to convince Luna to get one. None of this was real, of course, but still-- Luna would do almost anything for Dorian and everyone knew it.

Hannah stepped out of the car and made her way to the door, ready to knock -- only to fall back as a body collided with hers before she could blink, knocking the wind out of her. For a minute, she panicked and went to draw her knife -- only to remember that she was in the future and that she didn't have it on her. She calmed down, however, when she realized that the person wasn't attacking her-- they were hugging her. Hannah looked down to see a random ass teenage boy who she had never seen before-- he was hugging her as if he knew her. He had pinkish skin, big brown puppy-like eyes, and a long, spikey, light-green mohawk. He was wearing ripped, black jeans that had scribbles and drawings all over them, a baggy black tshirt with a strange symbol on it, and a black leather jacket with spikes on it. Who the fuck is this motherfucker?!

"CRAVEN! THAT'S THE EXACT THING I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO!" A very familiar voice yelled. Hannah's eyes widen and shoot toward the door where the voice had come from-- only to see a very familiar, albeit older face; it was Luna. She was taller and her hair was a bit lighter with black dyed tips. She was wearing the following outfit;

Damn, she pulls off black so well. Go sister, go. The teen pushed himself back-- landing on his backside and crossed his legs "I know, cuz, but I haven't seen cousin Hannah in forever!" The punk said as a way to defend himself, shrugging. 'Cuz? Cousin Hannah? Haven't seen in forever? Okay, that must mean that he's one of Luna's cousins and that he must be close to her as well in the future, seeing as very few of Luna's cousins consider me as family... this is starting to seem real' Hannah thought, watching as the boy-- Craven, apparently-- pushed himself up.

He held out his hand and pulled her up when she took hold of it. Just then a pale girl around twenty walked out, smoking a cigarette. She was tall and thin with grayish-blue eyes and straight brown hair that was dyed red at the tips and up in a bun. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a ripped denim skirt with a matching sleeveless jacket, a red & white vertical striped button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, and black knee-high boots. She wore three bracelets on each wrist, a chain necklace with a whistle attached to it, and  a spiked collar as well as black eyeliner and lipstick. She looked vaguely amused by the sight infront of her and put her hands on her hips "you tackled her again, didn't you little brother?" Craven's ears turned red and he quickly corrected his sister "younger. I'm your younger brother. Not your little brother. I'm not little, Jolene "

"That's not what I heard!" An unfamiliar voice called out, causing Craven to turn bright red. "Fuck off, you little shit!" The same voice from earlier called out "I'm not the one who's little!" At the same time, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Aaron yelled out "CRAVEN, DON'T FUCKING YELL AT MY GODDAMN KID, YOU LITTLE SH--" A loud smack rang through the air. "OWW, ANASTASIA WHAT THE FUCK?!" Aaron yelled, causing Hannah to picture him rubbing the back of his head while glaring at his twin sister. "He wouldn't be fucking swearing all the god damn time if your dumbass would stop fucking swearing at him all the damn time!" Then a voice that sounded vaguely like Gunner called out "Can't we all just get along for once?"

Seven voices-- Luna, Craven, Jolene, Anna, Aaron, what sounded like Ike, and what sounded like Skelebar--  responded all at once "Nope/no/not gonna happen/ never gonna happen/ not a chance in hell/ when hell freezes over, maybe" it was times like these where Hannah wasn't even surprised that they were related.