It was quite late in the afternoon when the four of them returned to Jamie's house and Susan found herself feeling something that she wasn't even aware that she was capable of feeling, Susan felt young. Susan had never really had a childhood, she'd only ever been a small adult who just got bigger really, so when she for the first time felt legitimately young it came as a bit of a shock to her really. Something else that came as a bit of a shock was the amount that she was smiling and laughing, it was frankly quite unlike her to be this.... happy. Susan paused at that thought. Was she really such a serious person that she was never really happy most of the time? The notion of that being true admittedly made her feel quite miserable.

Meanwhile somewhere in Death's Domain three figures stood huddled around an Autobiography, Susan's to be specific, and all three of them simultaneously winced as Susan's slightly pained thoughts were recorded on the page.
SQUEAK SQUEAK EEK EEK, SQUEAK EEK SQUEAK SQUEAK EEKSQUEAK SQUEAK. One of them said accusingly glaring slightly at the man holding the book from his left shoulder pointing an accusatory, bony claw at him.
"Rawk, the rat says 'This is your fault old man, if you'd allowed her out a little more often then she wouldn't be so bloody miserable all the time.' And honestly, I have to agree, if she weren't treated like some kind of liability then she might actually have been able to look for 'er grandfather 'erself and maybe she'dve found 'im." Said the Raven perched on the old man's right shoulder. Meanwhile Albert, being literally caught in between his accusers felt a slight guilty twinge before stating, "Better this than 'er spending 'er life lookin' for someone who doesn't wonna be found." All three of them once again regarded the book before he added, " 'sides when alls said and done it don't come down to us, it'll come down to 'im." He pointed at a specific name that had inscribed itself onto the page.

The name that had been inscribed was in fact Jack's name and Susan was thinking about it quite a lot. To be very specific she was thinking about the fact that at some point the two of them had begun to hold hands. Now in Susan's mind hand holding fell under the same category as giggling, with very few exceptions most of which involving someone hanging over certain death-er that is to say certain depths, however despite this Susan could neither pinpoint the moment in which their hands had become entwined nor could she seem to bring herself to separate them for some reason. She oddly found the coldness of his hand to be somewhat comforting and she had to admit that she was quite enjoying the feeling of having him be as close to her as he was. However once they were inside of Jamie's house the two of them separated as to avoid any unnecessary questions from Jamie's mother who was at the sink. They four of them were sitting at the kitchen table chatting when Sophie began to quite visibly nod off.
"You all must have had fun down at the park," Jamie's mother chuckled looking at the tired girl, "Jamie could you get her upstairs? I think she could use a nap and these dishes aren't going to do themselves." She added causing Susan to look up at the three of them.
"I could bring her if you'd like, it would be no trouble for me, after all it's the least I could do after you've been so kind." She said smiling gingerly. Mrs. Bennett shared a look with Jamie that said 'If she isn't taken I want her for a daughter-in-law' and directed Susan to Sophie's room. With a little help from Jack Susan managed to convince the little girl to get into bed, after all as any child or college student knows the best response to being exhausted is denial. Unfortunately Susan had long ago found that this denial of course always seems to have the same remedy, fairy tales. Of course she had always hated fairy tales, after all when you grow up without belief what was the point of reading a story that was so unrealistic? That was the reason that she always read her own version of the stories, to make them more realistic and quite frankly to do what no other person ever seemed willing to do: hold the hero accountable. However the story that Sophie requested wasn't from one of her shockingly numerous books of fairy tales but from Susan herself.
"Do you know any good stories? I've already read all of mine." The little girl asked as she settled herself into bed.

Jack shared a nervous glance with Susan after this request, frankly he was worried that if she started talking about the Disc she might break down. However when Susan turned back to Sophie with a soft, reminiscent smile he couldn't seem to find it in himself to argue.
"How about I tell you my favorite story from my childhood? It's honestly a story that I haven't even thought of for a very long time but I think I can make it work." She said smiling fondly. Sophie nodded excitedly and even Jack felt curiosity bubble up in his chest at the prospect of hearing the story.
"Well, once there was a little girl who's grandfather was Death-" Susan began only to be cut off by a horrified gasp from the little girl before her.
"Oh don't worry, He wasn't the Death from all your stories, He was kind and loved His granddaughter very much He even tried to make a tree swing for her." Susan explained with a slight, sad, chuckle and Jack couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sadness and guilt. Once she could tell that Sophie's fears were seemingly placated Susan continued her story, "Now Death usually tried to avoid any unnecessary work when His granddaughter was with Him but with His job- well sometimes work was unavoidable. On these occasions He would leave her with His stupid servant."

Somewhere in Death's Domain Albert, who was still reading Susan's Autobiography, glared at the page before him and shouted, "OI!"

Jack smothered a laugh at this description of Albert as Susan continued, her smile spreading to her eyes.
"One day when her grandfather had to go to work the little girl decided to give the stupid servant the slip and sneak away to explore. Naturally as the servant preferred not to pay her any mind she was able to sneak off without any problems. She made her way to the forest in her grandfather's Domain where she unfortunately got quite lost. As she continued to wander through the dark, silent forest she began to get afraid. She eventually got so lost, and so afraid that she sat down against a tree and began crying." Susan explained with the reminiscent tone of someone lost in their memories as Jack himself found himself drowning in his past as he remembered the day that she was describing.