Sarah sighed, dropping two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the knotted wood table. "You always get what you want, don't you?" She asked darkly, glaring at the shock of white hair in her kitchen. Jack leaned back against the equally knotted chair, cockily swinging his feet on to the table. "Not always. Remind me to tell you about that some time." Sarah slid into another chair, "Ok. You've had your hot chocolate. Now spill. Tell me about the nightmares and how you know about Jamie finding me." She demanded evenly, hoping once and for all to get the answers she needed. Jack leaned forward, holding the steaming mug in both hands, feeling the burning heat rushing through his long since frozen limbs with each sip. "I don't know what causes your nightmares." He said at last, sky blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "But," he continued, "I do know that there's something strange about you." Insulted, Sarah glared at Jack. "And there's nothing strange about you? If you're even telling the truth." She stood up suddenly, practically marching over to Jack's side. She grinned quirkily as she slowly poured her hot chocolate over the teens snowy hair. Jack cringed as the thick steaming liquid seeped into his hair, dripping down his pale face to absorb into his glacier blue sweatshirt. "Would you just cut the crap already? I've gotten called a freak enough here, so just tell me the truth or get out." She hissed vehemently. "You're someone's cousin from out of town, right? Everyone can see you, but you just tell me no one can. How long has this been going on? You tricked Cupcake. MY Cupcake." She growled.
Jack just sat in his chair, hot chocolate dripping off his hair and clothes, waiting for the girl to calm down, despite having become genuinely upset with her. Before Sarah could continue her rant, the squeaking hinge of the front door issued a particularly loud creak as heavy footsteps walked around the entry way. "Sarah? Are you home?" A pleasantly feminine voice asked, preceding it's owner to the kitchen. A slightly heavy woman walked into the room, two large bags of groceries in each of her arms. "Hello dear." She said smiling, "Could you please clean up the hot chocolate you spilled, please?" She asked melodically, gesturing to Jack's seat. "Those chairs are over three hundred years old, I'd prefer that they didn't have hot chocolate stains for the next three hundred." Sarah's aunt laughed like sparkling wind chimes, Sarah shook her head in bewilderment. "You don't see anything wrong with the chair?" She asked. "Aside from the hot chocolate? No, I don't." Jack crossed his arms, smiling triumphantly at Sarah's confused expression. "Thanks Aunt Mira…. Where's the towels again?" She asked hesitantly, her gaze switching between a smirking Jack and her calm aunt. "Still think that people can see me?" He asked, a sadness in his eyes. "You're lying!" Sarah hissed in response. "Sarah. Who are you talking to?" Mira asked, casting a glance over her should as she began unpacking groceries. Sarah sighed, admitting defeat. "No one Aunt Mira, no one."
A few minutes of Jack and Sarah trading glares like children later, Mira had finished storing the small family's groceries. "Hey Pip Squeak, what's wrong?" Sarah's aunt asked softly, sliding into the chair next to her. "I know things haven't been the best for you since moving here. And I know Burgess is a long way from home." She said comfortingly, patting her shoulder warmly. "Thanks Aunt Mira. But a long way from home, and Las Vegas, Nevada are two different things. One, people say "Oh, wow. That's really far. Why don't you come over for pizza this Saturday?" The other, people say: "Damn. Hooker go far, who ya servin? Must pay well, you whore." She huffed, her thin nose flaring. "It's every day. And now I finally got what I wanted. People are paying attention to me, acknowledging my existence. But all they're doing is calling me a prostitute and telling me to kill myself!" Her voice rose to a shout as she stood, slamming her fists into the ancient table. Hot tears dripped down her face, entangling themselves in her lank hair before being vanishing. "I want to go home…" She sniffed. "But there's no home to go back to…"
"Shhsh…. Shhhssh… It's ok Sarah. This is your home now." Mira whispered, hugging her niece tightly. Jack watched the family display coolly, crossing his arms and casting a glace towards his staff. After a moment he shook his head, flinging drops of hot chocolate across the room like a dog and resigning himself to placing a cold hand on the sobbing girl's shoulder. "So you moved. That's it?" He asked, well aware that the older woman wouldn't be able to hear him. Shaking her burrowed head, Sarah began to cry harder. "I…" She sobbed. "I miss my dad… And my-" She hiccupped, "step-mom… And Kenny…" she tightened her grip on her Aunt as she felt her knees weaken. The creaking of the rusty door hinges signaled another arrival, as Cupcake arrived home. "Sarah? Momma?" the young girl called out, kicking her snow covered boots off as she tromped through the house. Cupcake walked into the room, noticing her cousin and mother almost immediately. The small brunette let out a soft cry, rushing forward and embracing her family. "I'm sorry Sarah… I miss them too…