Be blessed for what your body is able to do. People like me - people who have certain conditions like cancer or blindness - would be grateful to see or not have cancer. Believe me when I was relieved that I could hear and talk again.

"Mission accomplished," Common Sense confirmed.

"Now do we go up against Fear?" Hope asked him.

"Not even close. We still have more characters to save. Follow me."

"Whoa, wait," Scarlett said. "We cannot leave without rescuing our other friends."

"Yeah," Margie agreed. She hugged the fear bubble that contained her boyfriend Stanley.

"They will be free once we fight Fear and win," Common Sense reassured them. "And the only way that will ever happen is if we rescue the characters with the biggest fears, like you two had. Now come on. We do not have much time."

Margie kissed Stanley's bubble and promised that she would return soon. She then was right behind us as we exited the mansion and headed to our next destination.

Margie and Scarlett asked me who the new emotions were, and I told them that they were positive emotions named Charity, Faith, and Hope. I went on to tell them about Fear's plan and his fear bubbles and Fearlings.

"Fear bubbles?" Margie repeated. "I assumed that they were regular bubbles that got dirty."

"Sure," Scarlett said. "Like your normal bubble, especially a dirty bubble, would have a live person floating inside of it."

"What is the next stop, Common Sense?" Faith asked.

"Nigel's house," he replied. "Nigel, Gretel, and Hansel are there and have the greatest fears."

"I wonder what their fears are," Charity announced.

"I am not sure about Nigel's," Margie admitted. "Maybe the fact that the man whom he grew up with is not his biological father."

"And remember when Hansel and Gretel's parents confirmed to the twins that they have cancer?" Scarlett reminded her sister. "It was when you and them and Nigel were in the hospital."

"Right!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "The only reason that we were taken to the hospital was because of...her."

I became curious. "Who is her?"

"Ava Campbell."

"Oh. I understand."

"She almost murdered me, Nigel, Hansel, and Gretel way back in book four."

"Remember when George Parks killed me, you guys, and Eleanor in book seven?"

"As plain as day."

Nigel's home - or should I say, the place where he used to live before his mother forced him to live with Mr. Hawk, his real father - was quite aways from the mansion, and some of us, me included, were tired of walking.

"Can we stop? My legs are killing me!" Faith complained.

"Are you kidding?" Charity interrogated her.

"No. Why the crub would I be kidding?"

"You are a floating cloud. You do not have any legs!"

"And your point is...?"

"You are Faith. Have some faith."

"I would have if an evil, powerful emotion had not taken over the town."

I hugged myself. I wished that Jorga and Humor were by my sides.

Ding! Ding, ding, ding, ding!

Huh? What was that?

Ding! Ding, ding, ding, ding!

There it goes again. Was somebody in the group making that obnoxious tune? Or was it a Fearling?

"We can rest for a minute," Common Sense informed us. "We are getting close. I can get feel it."

Margie and Scarlett sat on the sidewalk and leaned their backs against a white fence. Charity, Faith, and Hope were in a circle and chatting with one another.

Common Sense floated to me. "You hanging in there, Jorgie?"

"Yes, Common Sense. Thank you."

"You feeling healthy? Your Tenomeya not acting up?"

"I am doing perfectly fine. Except..."

"Except what?"

"...I heard a tune."

"A tune?"

"Yes. It was a ding! sound and dinged five times in a row."

"That sure is bizarre."

"Did you hear it? Did anybody hear the dings besides me?"

"I did not, but I will ask the others." He faced the rest of the group and clapped his hands. "I need your attentions for a moment."

Charity, Faith, Hope, Margie, and Scarlett stopped chatting and looked at him.

"Are we moving already?" Charity questioned him. "You clearly said that we were resting for one minute."

"Did any of you hear a bunch of dings?"

The three emotions and two humans looked at one another, and then back at him. None of them had heard what I heard.

"How did the dings sound?" Margie asked.

I stepped in. "Ding! Ding, ding, ding, ding! That is how they sounded."

"You heard them, Jorgie?" Scarlett said.

I sighed. "I am afraid that I am the only one who heard them."

They continued where they left off on their conversations, and Common Sense patted my shoulder.

"I believe you, Jorgie. Just do not begin to think that you are crazy."

I felt a little better as he said that. And he was correct. I was not crazy. I knew what I heard, and it was not in my head.

Then I thought of something. Something that I never actually considered until that moment.

"Common Sense?"

"Yes, Jorgie?"

"Do you think that there could be more people like me?"

"Ones who are as sweet and kind as you?"

"No. I mean, people who have Tenomeya too. Do you believe that it could be possible?"