"I'm sorry mam, there is nothing we can do. I'm afraid the boy only has a few days in this state."

The doctor looked at the woman solomly. It was never easy telling a mother something like this, especially a widow.

The lady of the house looked at the doctor with panic. "You barely looked at him! You have to save my Vincent!" She yelled.

The doctor shook his head. "He will stay in that state for a few days but after...I suggest you make preparations. I'm sorry." She fell to her knees as the doctor left.

He stopped to look at the other man waiting outside. "Mr. Higgsbury, I suggest you stay with her in the next few days."

Wilson gave the doctor a sad smile. "She's my sister. I'll look after her." This has been hard on him too. This was his nephew after all and his twin sister. It hurt seeing them like this.

"Hay Roni" He tried to be obvious that he was in the room but it still startled her. She was almost expecting the doctor to come back.

"Oh, it you Will." He flinched a bit when she said that. She sounded...broken. His sister was always a source of strength for as long as he can remember. This, he's never seen this.

He puts his arm around her. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything else. Just be with Vincent."

She glared at him. "You don't need to do that Will. Vincent and I are gonna be fine." She refused to give up on her baby boy so soon. Wilson had to smile at that. Right there was the stubborn sister he knew and loved.

"At least let me cook for you," he said. "Edible science is my forte." Despite it all, both siblings were made sure to know how to cook.

She had to laugh a bit at that. "Tell that to the stove you blew up."

Wilson laughed a bit as he stood up. This kind of banter was good. "Alright, if you are done being funny I'm going off to market. Anything in particular you want?" He knew her answer but still had to ask.

She gave a strained smile. "Get whatever you think is good. I'll be here." He gave her one last look before leavening her alone with the boy.

She ran her hair through the boy's hair before finally resting on the chair. "I can't lose you too. My little Vinny."

Say, Pal, Looks like you need a hand.

She almost fell out of her chair at the sound. It was almost like the Radio was talking to her.

Yes, my lady. I'm talking to you.

Ok, so it wasn't her exhaustion. "What do you want?" she asked.

What would you say if I told you I could save your boy?

Now she was listening. "Then do it!"

Patience my dear. It depends, what are you willing to give?

"Anything, just help my son," she said with slight desperation. This was almost sounding too good to be true but at this point, she was willing to try.

Then we have ourselves a deal. First Tell me your name.

She hesitates a bit before answering. "Veronica Higgsbury." As soon as she spoke a massive pair of black hands appeared and dragged her down into the shadows before she could even utter a pep.


Veronica awoke almost moments later in a grassy area. "What is this? Where am I?" she asked

"Say, pal. You don't look so good."

She turned to the familiar voice of the radio. The man was much taller than expected, pointed shoulders, and a narrow face that held a grin that sent a shiver down her spine.

The man took a bow. "You, my lady, my call me Maxwell. Welcome to my world."

She looked a bit alarmed. So many questions went through her head. "Why here? You said you were going to save my son."

Maxwell chuckled. "My dear, this world is your price. As for the boy." He tosses her a necklace. It had a purple gem that was glowing. "Have a look for yourself."

"Mommy. Mommy whats going on?" The pendant glowed with activity, but a young boy's voice could be heard from it.

Her eyes widened. "Vin!" She yelled. She looked at Maxwell with a renewed fury. "What did you do to him?!"

"Why, I saved him. Just like you wanted," he said almost a little too happy. "Though unlike the boy, your survival isn't so guaranteed. "

"Don't you hurt my mommy." The pendent flared up. Almost to show Vincent's emotions.

"My little Soul weaver, that is up to how well your mother fairs. Good luck, survivor and try not to get caught out in the dark. Charlie is always looking for more victims." he said.

"Who's Charlie?" She asked but by then Maxwell left like the shadows that brought her here.

"Mommy, are we gonna be ok?"

She clenched the necklace tighter before putting it on. "We'll be ok Vin. I'll fix this...eventually." One problem at a time.

And here I always tell Will to look before you leap. Nice following your own advice Roni. First things first, gotta find some food.