"When I said bloody hell I didn't think that it would actually happen!" my brother exclaims as we all stand up and look at the Edenfield of 2015. We are in the ball room, but unlike the 1890 one, this does not have two corpses in it.

"Come on, let's go to my room. We'll think about it there."

I pick up the journal and we all walk out of the ball room.

We walk in silence to the east wing.
The journal is still clenched in my arms.

Dylan stops walking and looks at a door.

Ethan and Allison also stop walking and look at me, questionly.

"What's wrong?" I ask Dylan.

"I think.... that the door with the name Matthew Wulfric Knightley and this one is the same."

I look at the door Dylan is looking at and immediately look away.
"But that's Kathy's room."

My brother sighs and for the first time ever, he looks like a person who has had too much to handle in too short of a time.

I close my eyes and exhale loudly.

"Lindsey, do you want to ride my new bicycle with me?"

"Yeah, yeah," I, seven year old Lindsey, say and excitedly hop onto my sister, Kathleen's, bicycle.

I open my eyes and see the familiar atmosphere around me. The few seconds of bliss I had are now gone and are replaced by hours of harsh reality.

Dylan seems to be absorbed, as well. He isn't making eye contact with anyone.

"Let's just go to your room," Allison says.

Dylan suddenly flinches like he's touched something sharp and looks directly at us.

"I'm going to my room, now. It's... er... getting late," he says and walks swiftly past us.

As much as I know, Dylan never stutters and nor does he flinch. I remember him doing that as a teenager whenever he got caught by Mum or Dad doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing or when he made invalid excuses. He stopped doing that after he became an adult, meaning after Mum, Dad and Kathleen died.

Sometimes, I wonder if we ever do grow up. Our core personalities remain the same, no matter what we do.

I was always the kind of person to enjoy being alone. At the end of the day, I'm an introvert and I'm proud to be one.

Nodding at Allison and we all walk to my room. The walk to there is silent and no one makes any noise.

We all enter my room and I sit on my bed. I take my jacket off and put it aside.

"I wonder why we all get tired by visiting the 1890 Edenfield. I mean we just stand there and observe," Allison says.

"I don't think standing and observing is what that causes us to tire so much. I think it's because of the nature of events," I suggest.

I look up at Ethan and see him looking at his phone screen skeptically.

"Mum wants me home. So, I guess I'm heading off." Ethan tucks his phone in his pocket.

"Okay," I say.

"Say hi to Auntie for me!" Allison exclaims.

Ethan waves her off, takes his bag and exits my room.

I turn to Allison and smirk,
"Don't you have some studying to do?"

"If you're willing to tutor me right now, so yeah."

"Come on, take out your books and I'll take out mine," I say while I rummage through my bag for my Chemistry book. I left my bag right next to my bed.

I open my book and since Allison also left her bag here, she takes her own book out.

I start to explain to her a lecture she says she didn't understand. I give her a few tips on how to understand and memorise it and ask her to solve a numerical given in our text book.

While she is solving, I stand up and walk near the window.

Now that I think of it, Allison and I are like total opposites, in appearance as well as personality.

She's an extrovert and I'm an introvert. I'm good at Chemistry and she's not. She wears bright colours and I only wear blues and greens.

Even there is no similarity in our hair and eye colour. I'm a blue eyed brunette and she's a brown eyed blonde.

I scratch my cheek a bit and notice all the baby fat that has left it. I blame my thin cheeks on the constant mumbling I do for memorizing.

"I'm done."

I turn around and see Allison holding out her note book to me.
I check her numerical and see that it is absolutely correct. She just didn't add the unit of measurement next to her final answer.

"This numerical is correct, but you won't get full marks on it if you don't add the unit." I take out my own pen and add it for her.

"The numerical's correct?" she asks.
Her mouth is a bit open from the shock.

"Yep," I say as I hand back her notebook.

"Yes!" She shoots her fists into the air.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for tutoring me!"

Okay, it feels really nice to be praised for your teaching skills.

I laugh along with her and I hear a beep from a phone.

"Is that your phone? I put mine on silent a while ago," I ask.

She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out her phone.

"It's Aunt. She's asking if I've gone home, yet."

I look up at the wall clock and see that it's already four O' clock.

"I guess you should go now," I say.

"Yeah..." she says as she blows a strand of hair from face.

"Do you live with your aunt and uncle?" I ask out of the blue.

"Kind of, my mum's a doctor and my dad's a lawyer so they're always really busy. I only see them on the weekends. (Though, they're still busy then) I usually stay at Aunt Nancy and Uncle Archer's in the weekdays. They're next door neighbours to my parents' house."

"At Ethan's you mean?" I ask.

"Yep. I even have my own room there. Aunt and I make a pretty good team." She laughs but her laughter quickly dies out.

She has parents who don't have time to be with her?

My Mum and Dad used to be very busy, as well.  Dad was Knightley Industries's President before Dylan. My mum, on the other hand, was a ballerina.

Even though they had pretty hectic jobs, they always made time for us.

I look again at Allison and see her zipping her bag.

"Well then, I'm off." She gives a smile and walks out of my room.

I wonder how it feels like to have and not have parents at the same time. I always thought that Allison had parents like Nancy Ingram. But, I always did think
why she never told me about her parents and just about her uncle and aunt.

Whatever it feels like, I'm in no position to judge.

I sit on my study table chair and let my mind wander into some unknown oblivion.

I wake up with a startle and find myself sitting on the floor. I look around and see that I'm in the west wing and the door right beside me is of my parents.

I release a breath which I didn't know I was holding and hear light footsteps.

I see a little girl emerge from the corridor and walk towards my parents' room. The little girl has dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes.

That little girl is me.

She reaches the door and raises her hand to knock on it. But before her hand reaches the door, it opens to reveal a man with dark brown hair and emerald green eyes.

Dad.

He looks down and smiles at his daughter. He closes the door behind him. From the little view I had, I saw a blonde woman sleeping. My mum.

"Fénix, ¿qué haces tan temprano?"
He crouches next to little me.

Phoenix... Up early...
Why...

Little Lindsey laughs and points to her stomach. "Tengo hambre."

Hungry...

"Then, let's make some breakfast,"
Dad says.

Dad stands up and gives little Lindsey his finger. He stops and asks,
"Do you want a piggy back ride?"

Little Lindsey's eyes light and she nods her head a little too excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah."

Dad slouches down to her and picks her up on his back. He carries her to the kitchen.

I also stand up and follow them. I look around at the corridor and see Christmas decorations everywhere. I look out of a nearby window and see snow piling up in the gardens.

I move away from the window and go towards the kitchen.

When I enter the kitchen, I see Dad next to the stove and frying some eggs.

When the eggs are done, he takes the eggs from the pan and puts them in between two bread slices.

"One egg sandwich for you and one omelette for me." He ruffles little Lindsey's hair and she starts to dig in.

Dad moves oves to the fridge and asks,
"Juice or milk?"

"Juice! I drink milk everyday with breakfast!" Little Lindsey folds her arms across her tiny chest.

Is it weird that I find my younger self completely adorable?

"Aye, aye, Captain!" my dad says, making little me laugh.

He pours the juice into a cup and I hear a loud yawn from behind.

I look back and see another man entering. He's rubbing his eyes and yawns again. He has chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes.

"Buenos días, Dad," my brother says.

"Buenis días."

"Where's Gran?" Dylan asks.

Now that I think of it, Dylan, Kathleen and I used to call Ms Bragge either Ms Bag or just Gran when we were lazy.

"She stayed behind at Dianne's after Christmas dinner. She always stays here so I prompted her to stay for a few days with her sister. And what do you want for breakfast?"

"An omelette and tea will do." Dylan says.

"I'm making the omelette and you make the tea," Dad says.

Dylan groans but starts making his tea. He quickly makes it and sits on the chair near the kitchen table.

Dylan takes a sip from his cup but he's still a bit drowsy. His hand is on his cheek and he starts dozing off again.

Dad places the omelette on a plate and hands it to Dylan. He sees that his son is asleep again and a smirk comes onto his face.

"Do you wanna have some fun?" Dad whispers into little Lindsey's ear.

She puts both of her hands on her mouth to stop herself from laughing and nods.

Dad takes a glass of water and pours it on Dylan's head.

Dylan jolts up and says, "What the hell!" His eyes shoot open and he looks at Dad who is still holding the guilty glass in his right hand.

"There will be no cursing while your little sister is here, Dylan Nathaniel Knightley." Dad looks over at little me and she bursts into laughter.

"But Dad, it's the winter, how could you!" Dylan stands up and opens a cabinet to find a towel.

"First of all, with the heating in this home, it's probably like July.
Second of all, that's what you get for sleeping on your father's homemade  breakfast."

Dylan mutters something and continues to rub his wet hair with the towel.

"Daddy, can I have that doll house that was on the commercials, yesterday?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

Little Lindsey smiles at him and continues her breakfast.

"You wouldn't buy me a car and you're buying her a thousand pound doll house," Dylan mutters audibly.

"Son, your sister is only seven years old and your mother and I will teach her what she should buy and what she shouldn't when she's older. You, on the other hand, are in the phase of 'development'.

"We can afford the sort of stuff you want, but that doesn't mean we have to be flaunting snobs about it," my father finishes his speech.

"Okay..." Dylan says.

"And I'm still not happy with what you and your friends did to Mr Jennings's car."

"Yeah, yeah. But Mr Henley bailed us." Dylan tries to lighten the reprimand.

"And for that, your mother and I are grateful to him."

"Who's ranting in here?"

I look into the direction of the voice and see a woman and a little girl. The little girl looks a bit older than little Lindsey. The woman and the girl, both have blonde hair and blue eyes.

They're Mum and Kathleen.

"It's Daddy, Mummy," little Lindsey says.

Mum shakes her head but I can see a small smile on her face. Dad smiles at her, too.

Kathleen sits next to little Lindsey and Dylan.

Mum places a kiss on little Lindsey and Dylan's heads and walks up to Dad. Dad, then places a small peck on her lips.

Both of the girls giggle while Dylan makes a gagging sound.

"So, you were making breakfast and scolding Dylan at the same time, Charlie?" Mum says.

"I wasn't exactly scolding. I was lecturing. There's a difference."

Mum laughs and turns to Dylan,
"What happened to you?" She gestures to the wet towel in his hands.

Dylan points towards Dad and Mum shakes her head again.

Dad shrugs and says,
"Oh come on, I was only joking, Jenn."

The girls giggle again and now, Dylan's the one who ruffles their hair.

After ruffling their hair, Dylan starts to tickle them.

"Stop him, Mum!" Little Kathleen says while laughing.

I laugh with them and the scene suddenly dissolves.

I look around and see that I'm not in my home kichen anymore, but instead I'm in a cemetery.

A large crowd of people are gathered here as three bodies are lowered into the their graves.

I walk past the crowd and see that the three bodies are noneother than Mum, Dad and Kathleen.

I look around and see Mr. Bragge, Dylan and myself.

Silent tears are falling from Ms Bragge's face which she quickly wipes away. I look at Dylan and see that he's pale and he is looking everywhere, except for the three corpses.

I look at my younger self who doesn't even know what's happening.

There is a flower in little Lindsey's hand. It's a bluebell.

Mum's favourite.

"Lindsey, dear. It's time for dinner!"

I wake up with a jolt and sweat running down on my forehead.
I must have fallen asleep while sitting on this chair.

I look up at the clock and it's six O' clock.

I take a tissue from the tissue box on my table and say,
"I'm coming!"

That dream wasn't normal.

Hello everbody!

As promised, this update's here on Monday!

I had such a hectic week this time, tbh.

My family and I had to get groceries from the shop that's on the other side of my city and my uncle and his family came from out of station.

When you've got a 6 month baby girl who doesn't want to sit down even when she hasn't started walking, it gets hard to write.

I, sometimes, have to give props to my aunt and cousins for handling such a kid.

I've also been adding some new media to the previous chapters. Check them out if you want to. It isn't necessary, though.

Also, happy Ramadan to all of my Muslim readers. You guys make a big portion of TGD's fan base;-)

And guys, Lindsey's mum's name is still Jennifer. The latter's friends and Charlie called her Jenn, while her parents or anyone older called her Jennifer/Jenni.

Anyways, hope you guys like this chapter. If you do, then please click the little star button below. It really helps!:D

Avoid weird typos.

Love,
MS Zame:)