I gasped and pulled away from someone's lips with strands of saliva creating a falling bridge between us. I wiped my slimy mouth with the back of a shaky hand. My eyes were jammed shut and I didn't want to open them, in fear of what they may meet, but a pair of silky hands touched my cheeks and a couple of equally silky fingers coaxed them to open.

    I saw Marshall's warm eyes and sharp smile glow into my vision. I frantically spun in circles screaming for Cake and Micheal; they weren't there! We were back in the room where I kissed him, and, the grass... it... it's not there.
"Fionna! Calm down, just.... I don't know.. did you see that? you must have, I... Fionna.. are you okay?"
I could feel my whole body spasm from the image that I had seen, in, whatever that was.
 
    Marshall pulled me down with him onto his lap and into a tight hug. I started to tear up with the soft thud of the mattress when several harder thunks followed.
"Fionna! Fionna!"
I started shaking in Marshall's arms, thinking I was going crazy, when the door whisked open and hit the wall with a loud crack.
Given my surrounding's and the circumstances, how could I have even thought for a second...... 


that they were actually dead
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"C-c-cake! WAHHHH" I burst into sobs, the salty tears spilling through the cracks in my hands and dripping into my mouth. Marshall squeezed me tighter while Cake rushed to me, hoping up on my shoulders and wrapping around my neck like a scarf, mopping up my tears with her fur. I carefully removed my drenched hand from my face and under her warm body to hug her and stuff my face in her fluff like a child would it's favorite toy.

    "Hey, what.. happened?" 
I lifted my head to see Micheal floating directly in front of me with creases in his forehead, clearly worried sick.
"I-if you make that f-face, you'll g-get w-wrinkles!" I giggled, feeling my throat bounce with relief, the shock and hysteria fading with stutters.
"Fionna!.... He can't undo what's already been done!" Marshall gestured to Micheal's face, "He's been scrunching his forehead since he was 20! I've been trying to tell him he isn't getting chicks because he looks over 9,000!" Marshall burst out laughing, his whole body bouncing with relief that I'm okay. Micheal scrunched up his entire face even more, looking like those funny fruits Cake calls Prunes and crossed his arms. I giggled.
 
    "Hey!"
"To far?"
"To far."
Micheal looked like he was about to explode, his anger sarcastic of coarse, I could see a sparkle in his eye, he wanted the chase.
"Hey FeFiYo..."
Marshall rested his head on my shoulder and stared at me.
"FeFi Wha....? What?"
I stared back at him quizzically at first in response to the new nickname, but smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Would yo.."
"Yeah."
He smiled at me, his face bright and his joy reflecting on me like sunlight does on the moon.

    Without me having to even move he sped out from under me and appeared in front of Micheal.
 "You're so screwed man!" Micheal's face glittered with anticipation.
"Oh it's on!"

    I watched them faze out of the room when I felt Cake slither off of my neck and on to the bed beside me.
"What happened Sugar?"
I stopped for a moment, trying to process the question. Images flashed before my eyes and I remembered why I had cried in the first place. I could feel the blood-freezing fear bottling back up in my stomach again, but quickly pushed it down with a curiosity.
"I don't know Cake, I really don't know."

    Marshall... what's happening to us?

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To Be Continued