Xion glanced her way. His eyes blank. Time had slipped away and the numrous times he the Shade mess with his memories made the time-table an even more jumbled mess. "I haven't kept track," he replied
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"What do we do now?" Aisling asked beating Opal to the question.
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Harley stirred a bit. Warmth and color was beginning to return to her features.
*~Purple Moonlight Haze~*
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