Miss Peregrine watched the three peculiars leave her property and, once they were out of her sight, went back inside. The children had returned to the movie room. "What's this?" she asked. The day was September 2nd. They should have gone to bed already. 

"Horace says there's another part of the movies tonight!" Claire piped up in explanation. 

"If this is an addition to that-" 

"It isn't about the kiss," Horace stated matter-of-factly. "It's Jake and Riya's trip home. I believe the children would like to see how the siblings took to them." When Miss Peregrine still seemed hesitant, he added, "And, of course, your mind can be put to rest on whether they reached home safely." 

Successfully manipulated, Alma walked over to the lights and switched them off. 

The moment Emma retreated into the cave and Jake and Riya exited it, Riya burst into laughter. Real, true laughter. Though, they were seeing through her eyes.

Jake just looked at her. He had an aura. It was a comfortable shade of brown. Was this what she always saw?

It took her a minute, but Riya reigned it in. She put her hands on her stomach. "Sorry, I've been holding that in all day." The image of Jake face down in a pile of rubbish flashed in her mind and she snorted, losing it again. "You were so scared!" she wheezed. "You knocked yourself out!" 

Jake started laughing too. 

She sobered and turned to her brother. "So, did you know we had many friends back in Florida. 'Cause no one told me!" 

"I was thinking the same thing! It's weird. Emma said Miss Peregrine's guesses are never wrong," Jake contradicted his own statement. 

"Maybe she was wrong. Or she lied. Or falsely guessed." 

"Why?" 

"So she didn't get the kids' hopes up?" she guessed, shrugging. "I mean, you legally can't stay in Wales. Unless you just hid from dad in the loop." 

Jake chuckled. "Oddly, I can imagine that." 

Riya snorted then fell back into her laughter, losing her footing so she just swayed back and forth. 

*

The singlings' dad ran up behind them. "I've been all around this damn island. Where the hell were you?"

It was clear to the Peculiar Children that Riya's mood greatly soured at the presence of her father.

"We were with... Worm? And Dirty... D?" It seemed like she was trying to remember their names. 

"And lost track of time," Jake added.

"Dirty D? You know what? This is... this is good. This is healthy. This is- you're making real friends. Doing teenage stuff. I think this is normal. I am sure that Dr. Golan will approve. And Riya didn't scare them off! That's gotta be an improvement!"

Riya sighed silently, shaking her head. 'Thanks, dad. You dick,' echoed through her head and through the movie room.

He had a yellow aura at the moment before it shifted back to its usual ugly green.

The scene shifted and the Priest Home had aged and not gracefully.

Riya was in the kitchen, spreading peanut butter on some bread.

Jake walked in. "You didn't eat dinner." 

"Wasn't hungry," Riya replied emotionlessly. 

"You know you're not supposed to take your pills before dinner," Jake scolded. 

"You reminded me. I took them. I assume that's the point of reminding me constantly. But I'm hoping to help you out. Maybe if I take them often enough, I'll overdose and you won't have to deal with me." She slapped the pieces of bread together on a plate and picked it up. 

"Where are you going?" Jake called. 

"Bed; why? Think I'll strangle myself with my sheets?" she called, walking up the stairs.

It was later that night.

Franklin looked his head in Riya's room. "I'm going to bed."

Riya's eyes narrowed as she looked at him. His aura was dark orange-red. Not in an evil way, but weak. He left and Riya walked over to a table by her window. She opened the drawer and pulled out a lock box.

She pressed it a specific way and the box clicked. She opened it and the were a bunch of photos. Mostly of Peculiar Children. Mostly of Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children. She took her pocket watch of the pile and quickly went through the photos. 

There was Bronwyn on Victor's shoulders.

One with Emma floating with her shoes in her hands.

Enoch with his homunculi.

Hugh with his bees.

Fiona in a field.

A portrait of Claire.

Horace on the piano.

Millard with a football.

Olive with her flame hands.

The twins.

And a lot more. Most of them were random. There was one with a man who had a face painted on the back of his head, a girl looking in a lake and 2 girls reflected, and 2 girls in front of a painting, facing the backdrop. The last one, which caused Riya to pause, was Annie and her. They were at a studio and Annie was twirling little Riya.

Eventually, she reached a normal piece of notebook paper. She unfolded it. It was a list of colors. 

Light Red - (Emma) joy, love, passion [positive]
Pink - Romance, friendship
Dark Red - rage/self-pity
Brown - stability (Jacob and Abe)
Light Orange - (Alma) 
Dark Orange - malicious
Red-Orange - Domination, aggression, passion [negative]
Dull Yellow - caution, sickness, jealousy
Light Yellow - (Claire and Hugh) intellect, joy
Dark Green - ambition, greed
Yellow-Green - (Enoch) cowardice, discord, disharmony
Aqua - healing, protection
Olive Green - (Fiona and Bronwyn) peace
Light Blue - (Millard) health, tranquility, understanding
Dark Blue (Alma) - Knowledge, power, integrity, seriousness, maternal/ protective. 
Light purple - (Horace) Romantic, nostalgic
Dark Purple - gloom, sadness, frustration
White - Innocence, purity
Silver - (Olive) Passive/passionate, graceful, intentional
Grey - Wrong
Black - (Wights & Hallows) power, elegance, formality, death, evil, mystery

The list was written in Annie's handwriting and Riya only glanced at the top. She sighed and folded it back up, putting it back in the box and returning the box to the table. She went into the hall and knocked on Jake's door. 

Jake came out. "Yeah?" he asked. 

"So, dad's gonna be drinking a lot tomorrow so he'll be hungover tomorrow night." 

"So?" 

"I'll take care of him. So, hypothetically, you could... stay... the night... at the... Home." 

Jake suddenly lit up. Then he relaxed again. "How do you know he'll be drinking?" 

"I just do." 

"Have you taken your-" 

"Pills," she cut him off angrily. "No, but I'm about to go to bed and I'll take them immediately before." Riya stormed to her room. She walked into her bathroom where there was her pill box. She opened that day's evening and scooped them into her palm. She put them in her mouth, clasped between her teeth and grabbed a glass from beside her sink. She filled it with tap water and pulled it to her mouth. She stood there for a few seconds, head tilted back. 

'Breath,' she thought. 'Just breath." When she was calm enough, she swallowed. She shuddered for a minute, hating the way pills felt when they went through her throat. She went back into the main room and there was a cat on her bed. Her cat. Riya picked her up and slid under the covers. Cradling her like a baby, she scratched the back of Nefarian's neck. She kitty totally chilled, leaning back. Laying down, Riya set Nefarian on her chest where the tabby-bobtail just laid. Her head back, Riya quickly drifted. No one ever noticed how may stress lines she bore until they melted away. Nefarian put her head on Riya's neck, shielded by the wavy hair of her adoptive mom. 

* 

The next morning, Jake, Riya, and Franklin all sat together. None of them were eating, but Franklin already had a beer in his hand. 

Jake looked at Riya in awe. "How did you know?" he whispered. 

Riya was reading a book. 'I've taken my pills. Don't make them ask,' she thought desperately. She just shrugged as if she didn't know what he was talking about. 

*

Only wearing a sweater and jeans that actually made her look hot (via Alma's brain), Riya cracked some eggs and put them in a blender with other ingredients. Placing the lid on top, she pressed a button. She was wearing a lot of rings, Horace noticed so the vision was emphasized on that. 

She made a tray with what came out and took it upstairs. She made it to the top and was walking toward the room Franklin was in when she looked up and saw a hauntingly familiar face. The tray went crashing to the ground, tumbling from limp fingers. "Annie?" Riya whimpered. 

A very familiar man walked up behind her. "Damn, you got to her first." 

"Abe," she cried. Her eyes were suddenly blurry as she went spiraling backwards. 

* 

Riya was painting what looked like a mixture of the burnt down home and the actual one. 

"Where's Jake?" Franklin asked. 

"You said he could stay the night with his friends." 

"That's pretty good," Franklin commented. "What is it?" 

"It's a mixture of what the home looked like before the bomb and after." 

"How would you kno- Have you take-" 

Riya held up a picture of the home the way it did originally. "I have a picture of the orginal home, Franklin," she hissed. 

"Oh," he commented. 

Riya looked down, to the side, her eyes closed. 'I am so sick of  having to explain my every action. Goddess, I miss Annie.'