“Olivia?” Winter asked. Her voice was incredulous – her eyes were wide. She felt like a little girl lost in a big city, calling out for her mother.  She had a small, nervous smile as she spoke the name she hadn’t said for five years. Olivia had left town a week after Mia’s party – but she’d had no idea that Olivia had ended up in the city.

But the face which looked back at Winter, over one of her toned, elegant shoulders, was not the face of the friend Winter had once had. Olivia was still in there – still buried beneath something – but she had changed. Winter frowned as she examined this new face, this new persona. This was not the Olivia she knew. This was not the Olivia they all knew. This Olivia didn’t say a word to her old friend – she just looked at her through new, expensive and cold eyes. The eyes of a snob.

But the notion of a new Olivia quickly slipped her mind when the limo arrived. The limo Mia had paid for – the limo that would take them to the first experience of fun in the city together as rich, young women. Women who had worked hard for what they had – women who deserved to party until dawn.

They started off in the quieter lounges – the lounges Sommer could get them in to with her local ‘celebrity’ status. Her infamy and reputation preceded her.

Sommer found herself ordering rounds for everyone – for her friends, for the club staff – for any random face she came across. She had money to spend – sure, it was inherited money – but it was money nonetheless. She was the Paris Hilton of Bridgeport. She was wanted by the local scene for her party antics and her loud mouth – but most of all for her thick wad of cash.

And when the drinks started pouring, the experience seemed to become even more fun.

Everything was going to plan – everyone was having fun – everyone was enjoying the drinks and the music. Everything was going so well.

Yes, it was all going very well until they went to that club. The club they shouldn’t have gone to. The last club they’d go to that night. The place where everything went wrong.

Mia had been enjoying herself so much in that club. She was wearing nice clothes – sexy clothes even – and she looked good. For the first time in a long while she felt young and exciting and fresh again. She felt like the person she longed to be when she looked in celebrity gossip magazines. She was dancing by herself, but she didn’t care. She was happy. She wasn’t thinking about the Cancer or the business or the Ravenhills. She was in her own little bubble.

No one had expected Sue Ravenhill to be at that club. She watched Mia from the sidelines, staring out her opposition. Mia was weak in that state – in her intoxication. At least Sue assumed Mia was drunk – no one, in her experience, could be having quite that much fun sober.

“What are you doing here?” Mia screeched as she turned and saw the woman who threatened to ruin everything in her life. How dare she have the nerve to be in the same club as her – what gave her the right  to do such a thing? She felt her blood boil. Her vision was practically  tinted red with anger.

“Someone needs to relax a little,” Sue smirked as she looked away, hoping to make eye contact with other witnesses. She didn’t want to seem in the wrong here to everyone. She wanted Mia to look like th e crazy one and, so far, Mia was playing the part well.

“It’s not my fault i can afford to get in to VIP lounges so choose to do so, is it?” Sue asked, her face a picture of malice. Her voice was screechy and painful – it made Mia want to wipe the smile off her smug, deceitful face.

Then Mia did something she hadn’t done since the playground years. She shoved Sue. She slammed her open palm in to Sue’s shoulder with an almighty grunt. Sue stumbled and whimpered, her eyes filled with surprise. How could another adult shove her? She would have laughed if she wasn’t now boiling with fury.

So Sue, in her obvious state of disbelief, did the thing she did best. She retaliated. She shoved Mia back – harder.

“You bitch!” Mia hissed, flecks of spit flying from between her gritted teeth. “You utter bitch!” She lunged forwards at that point, her fists clenched – she intended to knock Sue down a few pegs. She intended to make her see that Mia Kane was not to be messed with under any circumstances.

But Sue saw her coming. She pounced first, her screech practically feline. Her arms became weapons, her mouth became a fog horn of anger. She was a weapon in herself – she was dangerous. Mia stumbled and fumbled and tried to gain the upper hand, but there was little that could be done.

NOTE: This is as far as I got. I’ve been putting off telling you guys this because it is just devastating to me and I haven’t wanted to let anyone down. I was burgled

The bastards took my computer with everything on it. I only had this chapter because it’s been saved in my dashboard drafts section on the website, but I have no more pictures, no more game, no more anything to offer you. It’s been months and I do have a new computer, but none of the old stuff.

At some point I will try and finish the season with just writing so then at least you’ll get some kind of closure (which I also need because I love these characters beyond belief). Please don’t be angry, I will be making it up to you.

x

The dress’s embellishments twinkled happily in the bright daylight that flooded Mia Kane’s sewing room. It was a thing of beauty – a piece of unmatchable art. It was a masterpiece; a modern wonder of the world.

It was Winter’s wedding dress – hand sewn by her best friend as a token of her ever-lasting love for Winter Moss. Mia watched as Winter admired the gown in the mirror, her little white hands dancing across the textures of silk and chiffon. Her dainty fingers played with the beads that were sprawled across the dress and a smile trickled over her soft, pink lips. “Do you like it?” Mia asked softly. The wedding wasn’t for a month or so, but Mia hadn’t wanted to waste time in sorting her best friend’s dress out – it was the least she could do.

“Oh God i love it!” Winter beamed, swinging herself backwards so she could swoop in to a hug with her best friend. Tears of ecstasy glittered in her eyes as she rested her head on Mia’s shoulder – letting the scent of her warm, woody perfume fill her senses. “It’s perfect.”

“There’s something you need to know,” Winter sighed as she pulled away from the hug. Her tone cast a sudden grey cloud across the jubilant mood of the room. It had been weighing on her for weeks – she knew she needed to tell Mia, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had to. She had to.

“I hate this,” Winter groaned, her shoulders drooping with defeat. Her eyes couldn’t meet Mia’s. All she wanted to do was write it down and hand the note to her friend – but she knew she had to do it face to face. Eye to eye. Woman to woman. “Sue Ravenhill’s back.” She took a deep breath and readied herself. “She’s opened a boutique in town – right across the road from ours…she’s taking our…”

“I know what you’re about to say,” Mia interrupted with a broken spirit. “She’s going to take our business isn’t she? She knows about our financial situation doesn’t she?”

“Nick our Estate Agent phoned me last week,” Winter’s eyes still couldn’t meet Mia’s. “She’s trying to buy us out. She knows how much of a loss we’ve made over the past year. She knows everything. She’s not going to stop.”

“Don’t worry,” Mia lied, her fake cancer-hiding, worry-masking smile plastered across her face. It was a facade she had mastered. “I’ll fix this.”

But there was no time to fix it that day – for that day they were going to the big city. They were making their first outing together as friends in to the urban sprawl they had at their fingertips. Separately they had spent hours and hours in clubs and shops in the city, but together was a new experience. They were there for one thing and one thing only.

To have fun.

As they walked through the city towards Winter’s sister’s apartment, Mia felt the thick city air fill her lungs. She’d always loved the air here – it made such a difference to breath something heavy and warm. She was so used to the light, refreshing air of home that she’d forgotten how nice a change was. The sounds made her buzz – the taxis and the people, the music and the night-life - she thrived in the city. It made her feel alive more than Sunset Valley ever could. It made her feel like a young woman again rather than the Cancer Patient she had become.

Mia had always vaguely known of Winter’s sister, poetically named Sommer, but had never had the chance to meet her. She’d heard all about her urban antics – she was rumoured to have been a stripper at one point. Oh and also a porn actress – all though she doubted that one. No matter what Sommer really was, she was certainly known in the great grape vine of urban life.

“You could’ve spruced the place up a little bit, Sommer!” Winter hissed as she walked in to her sister’s place – her eyes scanning across the general shabbyness of the apartment. It wasn’t untidy or unkempt – it just looked…tired.

“I didn’t know the fucking Queen was coming, did I?” Sommer smirked. Sommer had always had a way with words – her friends both loved and hated this brashness. It often got them in to more trouble than they wanted to be in.

“If she doesn’t like it she can bugger off, can’t she?” Sommer’s voice was dripping with the sarcasm Winter was so used to by now. She looked more like summer with her blonde hair and olive skin. Winter supposed that their parents had seen this and named them aptly – or it was always possible that they’d created their images to fit to their names subconsciously. Either way, the names suited them to the ground.

“You all right with this, Queen Kane?” Sommer asked loudly as Mia walked through. Winter sighed and rubbed her neck in despair – her eyes visibly and pointedly rolling.

“It’s actually much nicer than i expected,” Mia teased – if Sommer thought she could intimidate her with her street smarts she was greatly mistaken. Mia could hold her own against the best. “I thought there’d be a pole in the corner for all your extra curricular activities.” Sommer let out a loud, belly laugh and looked across to Winter with an approving smile. She liked this one.

“If she’s too much just tell me,” Winter whispered as her sister scurried away to fix them all something to eat. “I’ll sort her out.”

“I like it, Winter.” Mia’s smile was genuine. “It makes a change to be put in my place now and then. She seems fun.”

“Yeah, well…” Winter smiled, her sentence trailing off. “Just wait and see, okay?”

As the evening approached, Sommer found herself glued to the mirror. It was a nightly routine for her – doing her hair and make up, picking the right (or sexiest) dress. She had to look good. Although she wasn’t a celebrity or a well known star of some sort – she always got in to clubs and she always got attention. She was more infamous than famous, and she had a certain reputation to uphold because without that reputation she would be nothing. She’d just be Sommer.

Winter looked at her own reflection with nervous eyes. She was an owned woman now. Well, she wasn’t owned – but she was reserved. She was a pre-ordered copy of a film. She was due to be delivered. She sighed and smiled at herself – she didn’t know why she was suddenly feeling so nervous, it was still a month until the wedding!

But she couldn’t help but feel that her dress was too tight and that her make up was too heavy. She felt like her skin couldn’t  breath and that her head was too heavy – like her hair was made out of concrete slivers. She needed to get out – she needed air again. Everything was so cramped and stuffy in this place.

As she stumbled outside she smiled in to the refreshing outdoors. She supposed that if she smoked, which she hadn’t since she was 15, this would have been when she’d light a cigarette and take a long, relaxing drag. The thought of it was indeed making her wish she hadn’t quit in fact.

But there was something else approaching her which would make her want a cigarette even more. Someone else, in fact.

Someone they hadn’t seen in five years. Someone who had left their lives without a single word – without even saying goodbye or thank you.

Olivia…

Mia looked at her clothed reflection with a warm familiarity. She felt a lot more comfortable when her traitor breasts were covered up. She had read that many women didn’t feel like women once they discovered they had breast cancer – but this was not the case for her. She still felt womanly – she could see in the mirror that she was definitely feminine…but her attitude towards her breasts had changed. She no longer saw them as assets or friends – she saw them as enemies; as though they had conspired to bring her down.

Cancer was the one word she had hoped not to hear all her life. Her mother had had cancer. She had seen her mother deteriorate before her very eyes and been entirely incapable of stopping it. It was unnatural to watch a mother decay so quickly. Usually that process was stretched out over many years – tens of years in fact. First there would come the old age, then the forgetfulness, then the frailty, then the illnesses – then the gentle slip in to death. Her mother was diagnosed and gone within two months.

But that day she could not afford to spend all her energy dwelling on such morbid, depressing thoughts – that day she had to prepare for the evening. She was getting a visitor – a man she had not seen for almost two years was coming to visit. Her ex lover – her ex husband. The man part of her still wanted – the man she could never say no to, despite how he had broken her heart. He was her one and only love and that would never change. She supposed that having cancer had given her the energy to think about such things – love and life and family. Daniel was her only hope.

Sue Ravenhill was not a woman prone to wasting time – or money. She knew exactly when and how to strike in order to get the most out of the situation. She supposed that’s what made her such a successful businesswoman and, that day, she drove in to town – she couldn’t help but smile to herself. She was going to rule the Sunset Valley economy with an iron rod.

But she knew that she had to check out her direct competition before she could become quite so smug. She and Mia Kane had had an interesting business relationship over the past four years.

She had tried this before – her master plan – but it hadn’t gone quite as well as she had hoped. But now, with the town singing to the tune of commercial development, she knew her plan would go without a hitch. She had moved to Sunset Valley four years ago with her Daughter Jade when she’d heard of the development plans and had been lying in wait ever since. She knew that when the iron was hot, she could pounce.

The iron was truly hot now.

As she looked around Mia’s quaint little boutique she couldn’t help but laugh beneath her breath. She and Mia had been in the same class training to be designers when they were younger – Sue had expected much more exciting garments to say the least. Everything she saw in there was so plain, so run of the mill – so high street.

She was well aware that Mia was making a small fortune from her ranges – but she was also quite clear in the fact that her sales were dropping. Mia wouldn’t let that show, of course, but Sue had sources. She knew exactly how much profit Mia had lost in the past two years and she planned to use that against her – but she had to be discreet about it. She couldn’t afford to let her plan backfire on her because of personal rivalries. This was purely business.

Sue’s shop was much more crisp – much more clean. Much more expensive and, as far as Sue was concerned – much more appealing to those seeking actual high couture pieces.

And, in the back of the store, there sat a secret weapon. A styling station. Something Mia didn’t offer – something Mia couldn’t afford to offer. Sue knew that this would give her the advantage. Soon, everyone in Sunset Valley would be wearing her designs and given her their money. Soon – she would rule the fashion market in their little, but rapidly growing, town.

Winter Moss waited patiently beneath the cherry blossom tree as Christopher had instructed her that afternoon by telephone. She sighed as she looked around her – people were beginning to give her funny looks. She didn’t know why he’d told her to wait there, he just had. But he was late and, in Winter’s experience, late often meant not coming when concerning her boyfriend of four and a half years. She supposed that perhaps this was his anniversary surprise to her – he might jump out from behind the tree with a picnic or a box of chocolates. She wouldn’t put it past him. She smiled at the thought – he was such a loveable weirdo.

“You thought i wasn’t coming,” he said as he arrived, stringing his arms around her waist and gently turning her to face him. She laughed helplessly in to his intense, romantic gaze. His eyes had been one of the first things that had drawn her to him – that and his lips. His soft, bow like lips. She shivered with love and burrowed her nose in to the nape of his neck where he dabbed his perfectly masculine aftershave every morning.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered as he back away very slowly from her. She frowned – surely that was meant to be said when coming closer to her? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a gift? Why was he moving away? Her heart filled with dread – totally irrational but real dread. He was going to dump her, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

But then he did something else. He got down on one knee. A different feeling filled the pit of her stomach – nerves. Totally irrational, but entirely real nerves. She didn’t know if she was ready for that. That. The M word. Surely she was too young? She tried to speak, but the base of her tongue felt as though it was weighed down with concrete.

“I just…I…” she stammered, her heart slamming against her chest. She didn’t want to say any more – she didn’t want to jinx it. After all, that may not have been what he was doing. He may have been tying his shoe lace or something.

But it was happening. She was nearly blinded by the ring he presented her – she had to stop herself from stumbling backwards at the sight of it.

All she could think, and say, was yes.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Mia said with a purr as she stood beside Daniel. She wanted to seize the moment – she didn’t have time for coyness or gentle persuasion. Cancer had refused her that time. She needed to do what she wanted to do there and then – who knew what tomorrow could have held?

So she did. She seized. She felt electricity pulse through her lips and thick, hot blood surge through her chest as she leaned in to take what she saw as hers. He had been hers first – she deserved him. She needed him.

“Mia…i’m married,” Daniel mumbled as he edged his lips away from hers, his cheeks flushing red. “That’s why i’m here…that’s what i came to tell you.”

“You’re what?” Mia felt as though she was about to vomit. How could she be so stupid? So impulsive? So pathetically needy? Cancer or no cancer, she’d never been desperate.

“I should go,” Daniel sighed, “i’m sorry…i didn’t mean to…mislead you.”

“You could have done this over the phone, you know?” Mia groaned. “I got all dressed up for you. I thought…” she dropped her eyes from his in embarrassment. She didn’t need to tell him what she though this visit had been for – he knew perfectly well what she had expected. What she had hoped for. He smiled awkwardly before turning to leave, his eyes unsure where to land.

And as she watched him leave and close the front door, all she could think about was how much she needed Pixie in that moment. If Pixie had been there they’d have laughed and joked and Pixie would have said something terrible but hilarious about how he wasn’t well endowed or something. Pixie would have cheered her up – but Pixie was gone. Everything Mia loved was leaving her.

Mia Kane found her dreams haunted by the harrowing, cold vision of her friend Pixie Roche’s face staring out at her with its empty, angry eyes. Her clothes were still caked in the flaking, aged blood spilled from her body on to Mia’s living room floor. She was decaying before Mia’s eyes and she could do nothing about it. If only she’d been there that night – if only she’d been able to change the course of the things to come. If only she hadn’t had to bury her best friend.

Mia let out a wistful sigh as she lowered her fragile, naked body in to the warm bath. She loved her bathroom more than most of her house. It was her private space; her sanctuary against the outside world. She often sat in that bath for hours on end and was only broken out of her hypnotic trance by Winter banging on the door to make sure she was still alive.

It had only been a few weeks since Pixie’s death…or murder. Mia didn’t like to think of it as murder. Murder wasn’t death – murder was pain. Death was supposed to be a calm experience; simply the beginning of another journey. Murder was brutal and violent and destructive. Pixie had been ripped from the world like a plaster from a wound that hadn’t healed yet. Too soon – too hasty – too blunt.

She let the water soak her skin. It took away the dirt of the day – the steam cleared her mind and emptied out her heart. Tears had had a similar effect nearer the time of Pixie’s death, but now she had no tears left. All she had was an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach as though she was starving – but instead of hungering after food, she was hungering for her best friend. Her Pixie.

She longed to be able to hide away in her bathtub that day – but she couldn’t. She was hosting a party that evening in Pixie’s memory. It wasn’t going to be a sober or morbid affair – it was strictly to celebrate Pixie’s life rather than to cry about her leaving. They’d all cried enough. They needed to move on – it was what Pixie would have wanted, and everyone knew it. Pixie wasn’t one for standing around like a black cloud.

Her body slipped neatly in to the glittering gown she’d made specially for the evening’s events and she found herself standing in front of her luxurious full length mirror with a slight smile in her eyes. She hadn’t had a chance to dress up in so long and it felt better than she’d even imagined it would. Dressing up made her feel special – like a Queen or a Princess.

She looked, and felt, like a million dollars.

Winter smiled in to the soft early evening sea breeze as she stood upon the balcony – her newly cropped hair gentle against her ears. Her dress, with its thousands of sparkling beads, twinkled in the slowly but surely setting sun and she felt as though she was standing on top of the world.

She felt as free as the water she looked out on to. If it wasn’t for the niggling memory of Pixie’s murder nestled in the dark recesses of her mind, she would have claimed to have felt entirely at ease with life. But she couldn’t say such a thing – how could she be at ease when she stood only a few metres from the spot where a woman had been murdered? She no longer felt safe in Mia’s house. She no longer felt safe anywhere.

Olivia felt her shoes click against the ever familiar slate of Mia’s driveway as smiled at her reflection in Mia’s latest flashy car. She looked better than she felt. She felt like a traitor – she felt like by continuing her marriage with Angus that she was somehow betraying the memory of her dead friend. But she loved him – there was no getting around it.

She couldn’t help that she’d fallen in love with an O’Malley – she couldn’t stop the fact that it was highly likely that her friend had been murdered by one of Angus’s siblings. There was nothing she could do about it. She trusted Angus above everyone and knew that when he looked in to her eyes and told her he had nothing to do with Pixie’s death, he was telling her the truth. She didn’t need any other verification. She didn’t need to be told that her husband was a good man because she saw it every single day in his smile and felt it in his soft caress.

“You look amazing!” Olivia beamed as Mia pulled her in to a hug at the front door, their hands brushing against one another’s expensive gowns. Her nostrils were instantly filled with the comforting, luxurious smell of Mia’s expensive perfume. She felt as though she had stepped through the threshold held aloft between the scent of normality and the scent of the high life.

“Thanks for doing this,” she said as she slipped out of the friendly embrace, “Pixie would’ve loved it.”

“I had no idea she had this many friends!” Mia laughed as more and more guests began to filter through her front door – some personally invited, some only there under their own steam.

“This is where we nearly kissed for the first time,” Angus said sweetly as they stood upon the balcony that evening – the air filled with the gentle ringing of the boats and their masts as they floated calmly upon the flat, black waters around them. The lighthouse cast a piercing glow cyclically which lit their eyes in flashing periods like cameras.

Olivia could remember that night as though it had only been a few hours before. She could remember his smell – the shine of his lips – the brush of his fingers – the way his mouth nearly pressed against hers. She could remember the cold empty feeling she was hit with when their moment had been interrupted.

She refused to feel that way again.

Winter felt her heart flutter as she cut through the crowds of guests and saw the most beautiful man’s face she thought she’d ever seen before. He stood there calmly – a nonchalant look in his beautiful, kind eyes – and watched as she watched him. She felt like she was about to faint with deliriousness when his lips curved in to a perfect smile.

She’d later discover that his name was Christopher Steel and that, amongst other things, he would make her a very happy young woman.

“Winter,” she smiled as she offered one of her bird-like, dainty hands for him to shake. He took it in his harder, safer hand and shook it gently – his eyes fixed unswervingly on hers. Mia watched on from beside the front door with a smile inside her chest – she was happy for her friend, her muse, her lodger. She knew how lonely Winter would get every now and then – she had heard the soft crying late at night.

But there was nothing soft about the cries that carried across the night air from the approaching police car.

And there was nothing soft about the intentions of the woman inside it.

Detective Jacqueline Hart was there to arrest one of the guests for the murder of Pixie Roche.

Five years went by after that night. Five years galloped through their lives like a speeding, uncontrollable train.

Five years in which events just seemed to happen without any warning. There was a chain reaction after that party, after that night, after that arrest. One thing led to another, and another – and another. Every single one of the Dollies changed in some way because of that night.

Mia sighed in to the steam rising from her bath and felt how she had changed surge through her aching, bloating body. She felt bigger but frailer, wiser yet more harrowed and hollowed out than ever before. Five years had taken its toll on her health – both mentally and physically. She wasn’t the woman she had been on that night.

In fact she wasn’t even sure that she was a woman any more. She wasn’t Mia Kane – Woman. She was Mia Kane – Cancer Patient.

And as she stared at the Cancer Patient she saw in the mirror in front of her she felt like screaming. She felt like tugging at her breasts – the breasts that had betrayed her body with their disease – and slamming her hands in to the glass to distort what she saw.

But she didn’t have the energy. She didn’t have the strength.

So, instead, she hid it. She hid it from everyone. No one else knew about the cruelty eating away at her body from the inside out. She disguised it with clever wigs and make-up. She danced behind a mask of health and kept a brave smile plastered across her face when, deep down, all she wanted to do was give in.

All she wanted to do was to sink in to someone’s arms and let the Cancer take over. But she couldn’t bring herself to be the Cancer Patient in front of everyone else. That persona was for her eyes only.

The town itself had changed immeasurably over five years. The park, once the central hive of activity in Sunset Valley, had been built upon. Corporations, both big and small, now stood upon the patch of once perfectly green, perfectly happy grass.

As Winter walked through the new thoroughfare, she thought of how it used to be. She remembered the sounds of families huddled around their home-made picnics – the babbling of the fountain, the look of focus on the chess players’ faces. She remembered them with fondness – but she looked at her new surroundings with kind eyes too. She saw the need for the development. It was only a natural part of life.

The development had given Mia and Winter a chance. It had allowed them to open their very first boutique – their very first chance to make real, constant money from the work they loved. Mia had had every success as a designer – but she knew that the real money was in everyday wear – the high-street names.

Kane was now a household name. Mia and Winter were at the top of their game. They were raking in the cash and handing out every item of clothing they could create – from gowns to gloves; handbags to socks. Sunset Valley had become the home to their flagship store. Winter loved the success – and she loved their store. Every day she would go and check in on it, make sure it was all running smoothly under the eyes of the helpers they employed.

It really was a beautiful building to work in.

Both Winter and Mia were proud to own such a beautiful place – a building which the fashion lovers of Sunset Valley treated as their church.

But by the dark of that night, a mother and daughter arrived back home. A mother and daughter who were old familiars of Mia’s. A mother and daughter who would change everything for Mia and Winter.

A mother and daughter unlike any other mother and daughter in Sunset Valley. They were the Ravenhills – and they were the biggest threats the Dollies would ever face up to…

A little teaser for the two new female characters arriving in season 3 ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ really is a perfect tag line for them… hehe

All the ladies, image one.

All the ladies, image two!

I tried this before and it didn’t really work – so i’m changing it to be better. Basically what i’d love is for people to make or source some CC (or sims, or lots or anything you feel like) that you think i should use in The Truth About Dollies. If you suggest things to me with pictures or links on here or by email (ipswichluke@gmail.com) then i can gather it all and use it in the series and you can see your own CC or characters or whatever you make in season 3! I think it’s a bit of fun and makes the story feel more exciting! There’s no deadline or anything, so just send me whatever you think would work for the story and i’ll have a look

TTFN

Mr. Phoebe

What do we think?

Season Three is going to be darker than ever before and a lot of exciting things (for me) will be happening – such as a black and white film noire type opening episode. Muchos excited.