“That’s great…” Bette sighs

“Dad, come on…I’m your daughter…it’s about Tina daddy, you know how much I love her, don’t you? Even if you don’t accept it, even if you don’t understand it, think about the love daddy…the love is love, you don’t love someone because he’s man, or woman, or because of his race, or…or religion…you love them because of the feeling, right? You remember my mom, and Kit’s mom…you did love them, didn’t you…my mom were white…but this didn’t stop you of loving her…and Kit’s mom was Catholic….dad please…”

Bette was crying and begging her dad for some understanding, desperately reaching for help. This ghost, or whatever Melvin was…it’s her last straw of hope…

“Ok…fine…fine…I’ll think for something…I’ll let you know…” Melvin said, and disappeared in ray of light…

“Now what?” Alice asked…

“We have to just sit and waits his decision…”Bette said, plopping down at the couch….

“And when did you just sit and wait for someone’s decision?” Kit asked…Bette just looked at her…

“Bette’s right. We don’t have many other options left…” Shane said, holding Angie in her hands. She put the little girl down, and she immediately climbed in Bette’s lap. She kissed her head, caressing Angie’s hair…”It’s going to be ok, mama T is going to be just fine…”

Then a sudden knock on the door, startled them…

“That was fast…” Alice mumbled, earning another elbow from Kit…

Kit went to see who’s on the door, and when she opened Tina falls in her arms, visually existed, with bruises and bleeding lip…”Oh my god…Bette….come here…!” Kit yelled, and Bette immediately ran to her…

“T…Oh my god…Tina what happened, how you managed to escape…” Bette said, hugging Tina so tight that nearly squeezed her…

“I don’t know…I don’t remember how I end here…I’m so tired…” Tina said and faints in Bette’s hands. Alice and Shane ran there too hearing Tina’s voice. They were in shock one more time. Too many miracles for one day… Bette took her in her arms and Kit led them in to her bed room. She put Tina on the bed, taking of her shoes and jacket. She was so happy to see her again, it was surreal. Bette traced her fingers over Tina’s face, studying her bruises…then she noticed something strange on her neck. It was like a mark or scar, she wasn’t sure what means, but it looked strange. She traced her fingers over feeling the heat streaming out of him.