The light was in her eyes. That was the only thing she could think about....

Until the saw the cat on her chest.

She screamed and threw the cat....only to realize it was Sunny.

"SH*T! SUNNY! I'M SORRY!"

"It's okay, Rosie." He replied. "You were just nearly killed."

"No sh*t." Rosie replied, wheezing from the still sore stab wound on her stomach. "Where's my jacket? Where's 682?"

"Your jacket is at the police station. Your brother is at your 'funeral.' That's where they are."

Rosie got herself up on unsteady feet. "Good...where are they holding it?"

"The local church. I think now would be a good time to inform you it's been a week since your 'death'."

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682 only snapped out of his haze when he heard the door be kicked open, and a familiar voice boom through the door.

"I'M NOT DEAD, MOTHERF*CKERS!"

[ROSIE!] He immediately sprinted over to her, tackling her into a hug. The girls and Holly had the same idea, all hugging Rosie close and sobbing.

After everyone finally calmed down, Rosie had to answer a flurry of questions.

"682, Sunny healed me. Mia, I'm okay, if very dazed. Adalyn, I'll be fine. Kat, we'll let the judge deal with this. Holly, it wasn't your fault."

[.....Okay.] 682 turned to the crowd of attendants to Rosie's so called funeral. "I have jobs for everyone. Electrobab, Xena, go take all the new evidence we have to the Police. Bubba, you search for Alyva and Nico, since we know it's them for sure now. Mia, Kat, Adalyn, stay with Rosie and keep her calm.]

Everyone nodded once they were told what they were supposed to do.

Time for Alvya and Nico to pay.