Viola walked up the stairs to see the nanny leaving which she thought was odd but didn't question it. She walked inside and smelt food being cooked. She walked into the kitchen slowly hearing her brother talking to someone." Fuzzy! Fuzzy! Is it done yet?" it wasn't until she walked into the doorway to see that fuzzy was a real person.

" have a gander at it. Does it look done? It'd be a holy show if we gave this to him?" Viola ripped out her trusty pepper spray and yelled in her monotone voice as she aimed it at the man who was way bigger than her." Hey! What are you doing, let my brother go." William turned now seeing what was in this new character's hands and put his own in the air. Luckily, Tovi was to his rescue.

" Wait, Voli! He helped me get Dad inside and make yummy food for him. His Dad's friend! Remember, Fuzzy!" The girl looked at the man again, he joined as she did. She searched her mind and did remember this man. She put her pepper spray back but warned him," Don't try anything funny..." William nodded and asked the Tovi who that was.

"She's my sister, Viola." William went back to making the food he was making, which was Champ, an Irish specialty. William wasn't the world's greatest chef, however, if it was a traditional Irish dish then it was safely assured he could make it. Essentially it contained potatoes, due to his parent's farm being a potato farm.

After thirty minutes or so William heard a knock at the door and headed towards it to answer. Upon opening the door he saw a very beautiful brunette with striking blue eyes.The woman seemed surprised to see William but soon paid no mind to him and just walked in. William, confused, tried to stop her from coming in but she was way too quick.

Woman B lined up for Viola, Sergei's daughter, grabbing the girl by the arm. Viola stayed neutral but she was trying to rip the woman's arm off. Viola, being alarmed, said," Wait, please, let go of me, dad isn't well." The woman was about to remark on the young girl when William grabbed her other arm demanding to Identify who she was.

 The woman turned with her eyes cold as ice and responded in a heavy Russian accent," I'm their mother, can I not have my kids?" William was just about to let go if it weren't for the viola's body shaking. William still has a hold of her. He asked her,"Does the Lass want to go?" she answered," is it any of your concern?" William with no intention of letting go continued,

" you know you are becoming a real Nyaff, you know that?" he felt anger rise in him, it doesn't matter what her thoughts were, the girl didn't want to go. See, William's father was an Irish man. As for Williams's mother, she was a Scottish lady. Only when William was angry, which was hardly ever, Was when you could hear some of his Scottish accents; this was because the two languages sound pretty close in similarity to each other. The angrier he was, the more Scottish he sounded. This instance had his blood brought to a boil. The woman remarked,

"Who are you in this? No one. I have the right to take my daughter." William scoffed and said,"Awa' n bile your head, she is not coming with you, not without her consent."