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LIFE STORY: Opening Credits: Death Cab for Cutie: Brothers on a hotel bedWaking Up: Iron and Wine: Such great heightsFirst Day At School: Dead Kennedys: When ya get draftedFalling In Love:  Beastie Boys: Make some noise (pfffffft)Fight Song: Pink Floyd: Money (what?)

Breaking Up: Richard Cheese: Hate to say I told you soLife’s OK: The specials: A message to you RudyGetting Back Together: Smack: Goodmorning HeadacheWedding:  Metric: Gimme SympathyBirth of Child: Gnarls Barkley: Crazy

After receiving the upsetting news from Kyle, Emma poofed herself to the hospital, teleporting to just the outside of the lot. She was too noisy and flashy to do so inside the building. Making her way to the Psych-ward, she got clearance from security to go in. Well, even if they hadn't let her in, she would've just used magic to do so anyways. After asking the nurses station where Kyle was, she directed Emma down to his room. 

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Yet another stranger wandered into Taven's orchard. How many had it been this week? Nine? Ten... Maybe more? Either way... This new comer was far different than the others. He had a strange, earthy scent about him that Taven could smell from feet away, and he wore the strangest clothes...

Of course, Taven took his time following this stranger around through the trees. The boy didn't know if this man was friend, or foe. But, he would find out. Honestly, the more Taven watched the man, the more confused he became. Mostly because the traveler he was watching was also very... Very confused.

Kyle was bored, lonely, and couldn't figure out how to operate the DVD player. Artie had been gone for a week. He hadn't said where he was going, he just left. He always seemed to be hiding things. His feelings, his problems.. Kyle knew all about how that worked. It just seemed easier to keep stuff bottled up. He and Artemis were a lot alike in that respect. Except Artie didn't whore himself out to abusive strangers to get affection..

Or course Kyle had been looking after the army of dogs that he left behind. That's where he was now. Outside with the dogs, sitting on the stump that he used to find Artie sitting on. Pulling a joint from his pocket, he stuck it in his mouth. Before lighting it up he tossed a tennis ball and the horde of dogs went running for it. He chuckled, lit up, and took a soothing toke. "Funny little mutt army." Smoke billowed out with his words as he shook his head in amusement.