I just mentioned Villianous, and can I just say, we know what color the text on the front cover is going to look like (maybe)!

Thanks for saying where the image came from, but that doesn't mean that we have permission to show it. Why don't you just describe the colors with words?

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Do with them what you like, I'm sending Storm and Catherine back your way.

We had been told to keep away from our world and we've been living in several different worlds. It's astonishing how you can go practically anywhere and say, "I'm a friend of Sakura's," and you'll be let in anywhere. When we got the summon, we said good-bye to our kind host and Catherine found her way back to the house where she or he or whatever it was usually lived. We let ourselves in through the garage and found our host on the computer in the family room, surrounded by an enormous drying rack covered with bike clothes and various members of its retinue. Some song was playing loudly from the computer and I almost recognized it when Red asked Catherine to dance. "The Safety Dance! Come on, Catherine, it's fun!"

"What are you doing?" I snarled.

"Listening to the Safety Dance," the boy in the chair grinned. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Well, why?" I snapped. This person could always manage to drive me nuts. Catherine insisted that he wasn't usually so imbecilic, but he seemed to save an annoying air of joie de vivre for me. 

"It was either this or listen to Red sing 'Bicycle Race' all day," Sakura explained.

"Hey, Stormy," the annoying kid in the chair said, after turning the music off, "I have a job for you. Stop arguing mentally, and listen. Weird stuff's happening in your world and you two should go help out with whatever they need. Brooke- you remember Brooke, right? Time has pretty much stopped in their world, I think it's still the night you guys left-, her house, see, it got turned into a spaceship or something weird and it crash landed somewhere near HUNT. I don't know. It's weird. Even the writers aren't quite sure what's going on. John's not dead somehow, even though I thought you guys turned him off. So, essentially, go in, kick some HUNT butt, save those kids with you, tell Leo if he goes poking around he'll have to answer to me, which he most certainly does not want to do, and come back. Got it? Good. Now, tata," He flapped his hand airly at us, as if to shoo us off.

"Okay, whoah, whoah, I don't get this," Catherine said. "You told us not to go in, and now you want us to go back? You just want us to, what, fix everything all nice and easily?"

"Pretty much. Just deus ex machina stuff, but make it all nice and prettiful so it looks like a lovely beautiful conclusion with character development and themes and whatnot. If you need help, call me, not Ruby, or else he'll whack you with a gigantic flyswatter. He's busy. Scout around invisible for a little bit, then move in. Don't tell people where you want. The authors know allready, but that doesn't mean I want half your world to know. Make something up, okay?"

"You're asking for a lot-" I began, but he cut me off.

"And you can do a lot, right? If you pull this off, I'll stop calling you the gardener and actually explain why I'm calling you the gardener. I'm sure you'll find my reasoning incredibly patronizing. And Catherine, you can have a week off to visist your family or whatever. Sound good, you two?"

None of its proposals ever sounded good, but this was about as good as it got and it was probably going to force me to anyway. I glared at it. It always knew what I was thinking but didn't react to my thoughts anymore because it said it knew I hated that feeeling of having no free will. 

Catherine shrugged. "Sure. We've just been lying low for a couple of days, so we have nothing better to do." 

"Thanks!" The boy in the chair turned into a girl. I wished it would stop doing that, but then again, I wished a lot of things. "Up you go," she said cheefully and lifted her hand up in a throwing motion and before I knew what was happening, I was flung out of her world and found myself falling next to Catherine back into my own. 

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