So this is nearly the end of my second book, and I'm going to make one more. The wait time's going to be about a week, so I can get a title and start writing early. So yeah. That's something to look forward too.

And my story has been nominated for the mphfpc fanfiction awards! To be honest I didn't know that it existed, but I really appreciate it, though. So you can go vote for Audibility or Tangibility.

Also, I highly recommend Ridingsm993 's book Death's Puppeteer, it is so incredible and it is obvious it took a lot of work to write something like that! So you should totally follow Ridingsm993  and check out their book. It's all about Enoch's life before September 3, 1940.

The gunshot made me jump. It made all of us jump, resulting in a domino effect. A split second I heard someone shout and I looked back to where Horace was now pointing. A bloody streak ran through the water. I covered my mouth in horror as I looked to see who had been hit. Bronwyn wasn't it. Not Jacob. Not Emma. It must've been Millard.

"Is he dead?" Asked Enoch, squinting into the distance. I could hear him talking, so he wasn't dead yet. Let's hope he stayed in a stable condition. Like a spectator to a game, we watched as Bronwyn charged the light house island, screaming wildly as bullets pinged off her steel shield. It was incredible. As if for a finale she gathered it up and threw it at the wight, who then ran to the lighthouse staircase.

Jacob and Emma chased after, leaving Bronwyn with Millard. We took a break in the spectating. "Has the changeover happened yet?" Asked Hugh.

"Not when we left the house." Olive replied. "Is it going to be okay, if she's not going to be there to reset it?"

"Ah, yes. It'll be fine." Hugh said uneasily. I know he didn't really know how loops worked, but I was pretty sure you needed an ymbryne there to make sure everything was right. I don't know what we'd do if we came back to a smoking crater of house. I prayed that wouldn't happen. That tonight was just a blip in our lives and everything would go back to normal.

"No way. Are you kidding me? I don't think we could be any worse off than Victor was in his last minutes." Enoch said. "There's no point to it. We're going to have to find a new place to live."

"No no no! Don't say horrid things, they're going to come true!" Cried Claire, plugging her ears.

"They're already true." Whispered Enoch.

I felt sick to my stomach when I turned back to watch the lighthouse. I didn't want to go to America, where Abe was killed by the hollows, I didn't want to go back to London, where my parents left me. I wanted to stay in Cairnholm, where the weather was always a balmy 70 degrees and you could predict when the bombs were going to fall. I didn't want any foreign land. I wanted my home.

Another sound of a gun, and this time a body flew off the top of the structure. We drew in a breath until we saw Emma and Jacob looking down. It was the wight's body. They flew down the stairs. And then they jumped right into the water.

"What are they doing!" Exclaimed Hugh. "You've got him, bring the birds back, dammit!" Fiona touched his shoulder and he quieted. I watched as Emma and Jacob started swimming out to sea. There was a small red light bobbing around in the water, and I stared hard at it.

Then slowly, a circular shape rose out of the water, taking the red light with it. The two humans fell back. We could barely see anything. "I can't see!" Claire whined.

"Are they okay?" Bronwyn asked.

"No gunshots, so yeah, they're fine for now." Said Enoch. "What is that thing anyway, a sub?" He shifted around, as if moving his head to the left a few centimeters was going to make his vision brighten.

"Guys, there not even going near it. It'll be fine." I muttered. We waited about five minutes, until we saw something new happen. A boat was returning back from the lighthouse. And as they got closer it was the four we had sent. Including Millard, who was still bleeding out, but a little less so with the tourniquet that Bronwyn had fashioned. He actually had to be carried out of the boat by Bronwyn. Must've been a low point of his life.

"You didn't get Miss Avocet?" Enoch asked, looking up at Jacob. He shook his head, then his jaw dropped. Enoch laughed, with somewhat scorn. "It's worse than I thought. You couldn't even rescue one of the most influential ymbrynes left. Damn, Portman." He shook his head.

"Enoch, stuff it. Jacob's had a super long day, and I don't want to hear it." Emma unfolded her arms and gently set Miss Peregrine on the ground. We looked at down at her and waited for her to turn human. "Oh!" I face palmed. "She's not going to turn human with us all looking at her." We chuckled and turned around and waited. After about thirty seconds I looked back, but she was still a bird.

"Uh, no. She's still a falcon." I shook my head and picked her up. She hopped up over to my shoulder and perched there.

"She's probably too tired and cold right now to do that." Bronwyn said. "Maybe in the morning she'll feel better." So all eleven of us started marching down the path in single file, battle weary soldiers. I don't think even anyone felt good about ourselves besting the wights. I was busy thinking, if the loop slipped, what happened to our house?

We started smelling it before we saw it. There was the scent of burnt wood and singed grass. Enoch kicked something, and bent down to look. "Oh, God." He muttered. It was one half of a charred brick.

"No!" Claire cried when she saw it.

"The loop slipped!" Jacob said in disbelief.

We started running down the path to get to the house, panic ensued. Then the younger kids started crying.

Our house that was once our savior was a smoking wreck. There was a terrible crater where the beautiful Adam topiary was. It was so terrifying to see the embodiment of your savior fall to disrepair. To be a shell of its former self.

"What's going to happen now?" Bronwyn asked fearfully.

"We've got to find another ymbryne and find out where they're taking the rest, like Miss Avocet." Hugh answered.

"And we've got to find someone to fix this." Horace gestured around at the smoking house.

"You are going to come with us, aren't you Jacob?" I said. He looked around at all of us.

"Uh, yes. But there's something I need to do first. I've got to go talk to my dad, and try to explain everything." He looked up. "I can't just leave without saying goodbye."

"He's not going to understand." I said gently.

"No, but I just need some closure, okay?" Jacob walked away.

"You know what we need to do?" Emma said after a while. We all looked up. "We've got to pack up the rest of our belongings and food to take with us." We all agreed and got in the house to take a look around. We entered through the huge hole in the wall. It was so smoky you had to take your shirt or dress and breathe through it. Windows everywhere were shattered. Once in a while you came across a charred hole in the ceiling or floor.

I opened the door to my room, where I had spent most of my life sleeping, drawing, talking to people. I realized I couldn't really take much, so I got out a small bag that I could just pull over my shoulder and could fit a few items into. An extra pair of socks, because you never know when you might need those. I also pulled a thin coat out of my closet and rolled it up. It took up about a third of the bat. I looked around, and saw a few photos and added those, too.

The last thing I added was a big impracticality, and if I had told the others what it was, they would've laughed or shook their heads. The object I took was the doll that Enoch made for me a ton of Decembers ago at the big party we had with the chicken and the ash tree. I took one look at it and added it to the bag.

Before going back outside, I stopped in the kitchen and pulled a couple cans of meat off the shelves.

When I had returned from the house, Jacob was back, and Millard was on his feet, which was good. They were standing around in a circle, talking quietly. Then, without another word, Bronwyn headed back inside.

We waited for about ten minutes, and soon she emerged with Victor's entire bed balanced on her shoulders. She set it down right near the bomb crater and tucked him in one last time. Then the boys took a corner and lifted him down into the huge hole. All of them climbed out, except Enoch, who took something out of his pocket.

"This is my best man, too keep you company." He set the homunculus down on Victors chest, and it laid there, with flowers all of us had picked for him too, as we started throwing in dirt to cover him. Fiona started to regrow Adam on his previous spot, and by the time we were all set to leave he was there once again, protecting Victor.

"Fiona, that's beautiful." I said quietly. And she smiled. It was a tired smile, but it was one that she gave people she cared about, so mainly Hugh.

People started to take mementos from the house. Hugh found the blown-off front doorknob to the house, and he took that with him. Millard striped his face with pulverized brick dust. I was glad that Jacob, who hadn't really been here that long, was giving us this time.

After a few minutes, we started walking down the path to get down to the harbor. From there we borrowed three large robots. And with a triumphant cry Miss Peregrine led us into our next journey and across the waves.