The sun had shone that day. It's golden rays cloaked every living thing in a blanket of blinding light, and Glen hated it. He moved back and forth inside the manor, his usually tamed, dark hair now danced precariously above his shoulders. His mental welfare wasn't in the greatest condition either everyday all that would be on his mind was Lacie, Lacie, Lacie, and if he had found a moment of solace it would soon be disrupted by any little provocation. This, unfortunately, was not one of them. As he paced through ancient rooms his mind was on standby, his mind refused to move on. It was stuck in a state of grief. He thought of ways he could achieve redemption. Could he plant her favorite flowers? Could he dedicate a day in the year to her? Could he do anything to make her happy? As he retreated to his over sized quarters, his shoulders sagged in defeat, he was stopped by Revis. It was the manic expression in his that stopped him short, he knew Revis since he was a child and though he might be many things 'Manic' was not one of them.
"Glen" he breathed. " it's happened." and before another word could work it's way in, he strode off ,his stride a bit too rushed, leaving Glen no option but to follow.

A peculiar sight greeted them. A tiny bundle of silk tassels and locks of dark brown hair stared up, towards them. Her eyes were muddled with confusion before a smile erased it's mark.
"I'm Alice" she greeted, unabashedly.
Glen felt his heart stop momentarily. A pain greater than death coursing through his veins only to be stopped by a soothing calm that almost prickled at his eyes. It was her, his redemption.


"Glen, why do I have to stay here?" she asks, pouting. "I want to go outside too, I want to pick flowers and chase birds and buy my own meat!"
They were innocent words really but they sent that gut wrenching feeling of guilt right towards him.
"Alice, you don't even have the money to buy meat" he says, with a forced dismissive.
"You could give me some!" her eager voice replies
"But I already bought you meat" he holds up a red carton an arm length knowing what would happen next.
"Meat!" she exclaims and launches herself at the carton like lion to a deer.
They don't do much, Glen and Alice, most of the time he brings her meat for her devour while he tells her about how the flower gardens are going, though hes certain she isn't listening. But before he leaves her voice reaches out to him.
"Who are they for?" she asks, while ripping apart a drumstick.
"What?"
"The flower gardens, who are they for?" her attention still seemingly on the drumstick.
He pauses for awhile, uncertain of what to say. " For a girl, she was a Baskerville too but then something terrible happened and I lost her."
Alice tilts her head to one side then straightens it again "Do you want a piece of meat?" she asks evasively, almost causing Glen to smile.


"Glen who is he?" she points towards a blonde haired man "Why does he always stand in front of my tower?"
Glen didn't even bother to look out of the window "He's your friend, Alice"
"Then why doesn't he talk to me?"
Once again her ordinary questions leave him with a loss of words. "He's...shy"
"Should I say hello first then?" Alice asks "Hello!" she yells down, before Glen could stop her.
The man stares up his emerald eyes widening in shock, no doubt expecting Alice to ignore him like she always did.
"What's your name?" she yells down again.
The man hesitates, but only for a moment. "My name's Jack!" he calls up
"Do you like eating meat, Jack?" she exclaims
"No, not really" he tells her, a smile playing at his lips.
"Good, more meat for me then." her voice drips in satisfaction. "Can he come up ,Glen, please?" How could he refuse her one of the only things she was allowed to have? So he nods.
"Jack! Glen says you can come up!" but then she pauses "but only if you want to" she adds as an afterthought.
Jack, Glen realizes is much more compatible to keep up with Alice's never ending energy. He tells her stories of merchants that are actually pirates and butlers that save the world, Glen has no doubt in his mind that he is making them up on the spot but their effect on Alice is priceless she listens to him with an attentiveness he never knew she had, but of course she listens while eating her meat. At first he feels a pang of envy but it quickly subsides. Alice had only him for company so of course someone new would would make her excited. When it's time to leave she asks him to come visit again ,and just like Glen, Jack finds himself unable to say no. When he passes Glen he gives him a bright smile then walks off, his ridiculously, long hair swaying in the wind.

"What are you writing ?" she says, while peeking over his shoulder.
"A song."
"For who?"
"The same person I made the flower gardens for."
Alice pauses for awhile. "Was she pretty?"
"Of course she was."
The rest of the afternoon carries out like that. Him scribbling down notes and Alice eating and eating at the same time. When he gets up to leave and gives Alice a hug she stops him in his tracks again.
"She's my mother isn't she?" her calm voice asks.
And he's tempted to deny it but he knows it's useless, just as he knows that Jack already told her everything. In that way they were both alike, they were both searching for atonement's due.
"Yes she is." is all he replies with.
"She would have forgiven you two by now, I think." Alice says, scrunching up her nose. " I know I would have." It is that sentence that fills him with such a powerful emotion, that he feels like he can control the whole abyss.
"Thank you."

He plays them the song now and they listen in silence. No mutterings or crunching of bones, only the burden of silence makes it's appearance. The sun shines high and out of reach and engulfs them in it's warm embrace. He revels in it and he knows the other's do too. He lets himself have just one glance at his audience of two. His eyes are distant but his smile is imminent. Her hair flows freely in the wind and she lets the melody take over her. Her smile is warm and her cheeks are red. For if Lacie is the snow then Alice is the sun.

Right now as we speak there are two sluts in Korea sleeping. One of these said sluts is Seungri but people call him 'Pimp-Daddy-Yo' even though he is the slut not the pimp. The other slut was Lee Sungmin. Lee Sungmin is the biggest slut that will ever grace your eyes with his gigantic moobs. Anyway one day Sungmin was in his favorite dance club dancing in his leather shorts and and skin tight top that showed all his curves when he saw him. He saw Seungri dancing in his loose heavily patterned pants that swished side to side as he moved his butt along to the random ass Ke$ha song that was playing. Sungmin had never seen such a wonderful body in his life he had a sudden urge to grope it even though his latest boyfran Kyuhyun was right next to him pelvic thrusting into the air. Sungmin walked toward Seungri swaying his hips to the song knowing that he looked like a seductive whore. As he reached Seungri he said "Hey there  what's your name hot stuff"
"Pimp-Daddy-Yo" said Seungri and then proceeded to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well then lets see what you can do" Sungmin said with a coy smile as he rubbed a cupcake all over Seungri's face.
Then they went into the staff only room , leaving Kyuhyun  all alone as he pelvic thrusted in front of Dumbledore. In the closet they had sex.

Once upon a time there lived a turtle named Yesung. Yesung was a very old turtle he was so old the new hipster turtles called him Dumbldoresungpoop. However believe it or not Yesung had a son. He had a son called Sungmin. Sungmin was named after the hooker named Eunhyuk. Sungmin was an adorable little turtle, he loved farting in other people's faces and stealing girlfriends from squids. However Sungmin had a dream. A big, seemingly impossible dream. His dream was to surf.  One day Sungmin came home crying because his friend had finally fulfilled his dream of being a fingerless pianist and he didn't. Yesung saw Sungmin crying so he said "Don't cry little child I'll teach you how to surf"
 "But you're just an old man Dumbledoresungpoop."
 "OI RESPECT YOUR FATHER "
 "I'm sorry daddy"

The next day Yesung and Sungmin swam up towards the nearest beach and strutted along with sunglasses. People kept on staring at them not because they were strutting turtles but because Yesung had REALLY bad skin. His skin was green and wrinkly maybe even wrinklier than Leeteuk's. Yesung proceeded to demonstrate how to surf to Sungmin tried numerous times but he failed. When they got home he decided he wanted to be a clown fish instead.