She couldn't see anything, nor could she feel anything. She could only hear the sound of her own breaths, and they sounded strangely rhythmic and calm for someone who'd just been shot.

Slowly regaining her vision, Icy pulled herself upright. A stab of pain shot it's way from her hip to her stomach. And an even sharper jolt of pain shot from her head.

"Thank God." Darcy exclaimed upon entering the room.

"What's going on?" Icy asked weakly.

"Why don't wewe ask him." Stormy pointed to the doorway.

Duman leaned himself on the doorway--hair not styled with a mohawk "Car accident." He alisema after a moment.

"Car accident? No I was at home, I was..." Icy started.

"You never made it back." Darcy frowned. "We got a call from him ant around two in the morning."

"No. No, I. You, they took wewe and I went to get wewe at two in the morning." Icy protested.

"You were here at two in the morning." Duman "It was a head injury."

"How bad?" Icy lifted a hand to her throbbing head.

"You needed ten stitches across your hip, and three on your forehead." Darcy explained.

"But what about the Wizards?" Icy started.

"It was a dream." Darcy stated matter-of-factly.

"But you're...aren't wewe Duman? Aren't wewe the one who..." Icy questioned.

"Yes, I told wewe that in the car. Before the accident." Duman replied.

"But are all of wewe really, still alive?" Icy asked.

"All of us but Anagan. He didn't make it." Duman explained.

"Where are they now?" Icy asked.

"I don't know, I haven't talked to them much since that night." Duman admitted. "All I know of them is that they were the ones who crashed into my car before speeding off."

Icy sighed realizing the nature of her situation. "Damnit, I just got out of here."

"Relax, they said, wewe can leave in an saa au two. And wewe can take Lucille with you." Darcy assured her.

That saa passed kwa surprisingly quickly. Between humorous exchanges from Darcy and Stormy and a few witty remarks from Duman. As well as the eventual placing of Lucille in her arms.

After much arguing Stormy managed to find herself behind the wheel. And Icy found herself wondering how many times she could get into the hospital in under three days. Stormy better slow down.

In the back kiti, kiti cha Icy clutched Lucile quite tightly. When they all got home, she'd have that potion ready and a babbling baby.

"I didn't know wewe had a baby." Duman remarked.

"Your friend is her father." Icy pointed out.

"Oh." Duman mumbled. "Sorry."

"Yeah." Icy replied. That's when the silence fell at its heaviest. Icy carefully ran her fingers over the baby's thin patch of hair.

"Are wewe keeping her then?" Duman asked. "Or are wewe going to put her up for adoption.

"Now there's an idea." Icy muttered sarcastically. "Yes, I'm keeping her."

Stormy parked the car. Icy was home. For real this time...