“I don’t like it whenever people say that I’m not a good person, so don’t judge me while we are here in this city. Who I used to be isn’t even who I am anymore. I happen to be very nice… now,” Angelica says.

“Oh, let me guess,” Chuckie sighed with a shake of his head. “You’re possessed with this weird magic too? I mean, c’mon, things are already bad enough that we literally appeared here out of thin air, now you’ve gone... crazy?” the redhead grew up with the blonde since he was in diapers. Angelica was known for putting herself first, which consisted of achieving whatever she wanted, even if that meant hurting the other person. Granted, by the end of things, she would give her apologies here and there, but being kind wasn’t exactly what she was known for, so he didn’t believe her for a second. His slender digits ran themselves through his red shoulder-length tresses before speaking once more, looking at the other with furrowed eyebrows. "I mean, c'mon, you're... Angelica."

“Well, I’m the most shocked. I was six-years-old before I arrived here, and now I’m sixteen-years-old. I did some shopping around Seattle. The stores are nice. I just don’t have much money…” Lola said to the boy.

“You were what?!” Chuckie gasped, shaking his head. “That’s not possible. I don’t believe it. How can that even be achievable? Why isn’t nobody saying anything? Why does it feel like I’m the only one freaking out?”