Alex was in his estate in Orario, watching with a warm, slightly mischievous smile as Alessa gradually, step by step, got to know her new, large, noisy, and wonderfully alive family more closely.

Unfortunately, some of the girls were currently absent — they had urgently left on missions to other worlds. The reason was simple, predictable, and at the same time completely typical for his household: four adorable little gremlins — Anya, Nyaruko, Jinx, and Tina — had somehow dragged an entire army of Minions into Orario. Those very creatures who, with their seemingly completely harmless and even funny appearance, were capable of unleashing total, uncontrollable chaos anywhere in a matter of minutes.

The girls instantly realized where things were headed, quickly formed combat squads, and scattered across different worlds on missions — anything to avoid facing this yellow-blue catastrophe head-on. Since the missions couldn’t be abandoned halfway, they still couldn’t return and personally meet Alessa.

The girls remaining in the estate took full advantage of this with enormous pleasure and without the slightest pang of conscience — shamelessly bragging in the family chat, posting photos and short videos where they hugged, kissed, squeezed, and fawned over the new daughter from every possible angle, competing with each other in creativity and tenderness.

Alex sat between Ryu and Kiriko, calmly and with a light smile watching as the girls took turns pressing Alessa to themselves. Almost no emotions showed on the girl’s face — only a slight narrowing of the eyes and the barely noticeable tension of her lips whenever the next “mom” squeezed her too tightly in a hug or held on for too long.

Looking at Alessa like this, Alex became completely convinced: she was an exact copy of Wednesday and Zhang Ya. Those two also rarely showed feelings on their faces, maintaining a cold, almost stone mask even in the most emotional moments of life. He even thought that the more time Alessa spent in Wednesday’s company, the more she would resemble her — and this didn’t bother him at all.

On the contrary: Alex caught himself thinking that it was worth visiting the Addams family home again. Last time he had stayed less than an hour — Wednesday had simply taken the last of her things for a full move. Alex still remembered how Gomez and Morticia, in their darkly romantic, slightly theatrical manner, wished their daughter happiness — and literally a second later began displaying their fiery, almost insane passion toward each other, causing Wednesday to roll her eyes and demonstratively walk away.

But this time Alex planned to come with Alessa — to truly surprise Gomez and Morticia. He was absolutely certain: Wednesday would happily support the idea and even help organize everything so her parents would get the maximum amount of grim pleasure from the unexpected meeting.

After sitting a little longer with the family, Alex remembered the shopping list Alice had asked him to buy as souvenirs from Orario. Pulling the sheet from his inner pocket, he quickly scanned the lines and was about to take Alessa by the hand and head out for a walk around the city — but the moment he opened his mouth, all the girls spoke in unison: he should go shopping alone.

Alex only sighed heavily and spread his hands — understanding that arguing was completely pointless. Fortunately, Syr, Lili, and Bell decided to keep him company — they chose to stroll together while he carried out Alice’s errand.

Strolling through the noisy, lively streets of Orario and buying everything necessary, Alex smiled as he listened to Syr and Lili arguing in their usual, almost ritual manner — all because Syr was too clingy and constantly hung on him, which Lili categorically could not stand. As always, the only one behaving relatively calmly was Bell — she tried once again to reconcile the two eternally bickering girls who found reasons to quarrel literally out of thin air.

By the fourth shop Bell finally gave up, waved her hand, and simply stopped intervening, deciding it was useless.

To lighten the mood a little and distract the girl from the growing tension, Alex decided to listen to how her adventures had been going lately. Hearing the question, Bell immediately broke into a wide, sincere smile and began telling him everything that had happened to her during his absence — with shining eyes, lively gestures, and genuine delight in her voice.

Listening to her, Alex sincerely rejoiced: Bell had noticeably grown not only in strength but also in character. When they first met, she had been quite a timid girl who was afraid of her own shadow, but now…

“I’m glad you’ve grown so much, Bell. You can almost be called a hero already,” Alex said, gently stroking her hair.

“I’m still not a hero… I haven’t done anything truly heroic yet,” Bell replied in an embarrassed tone, blushing from the touch and lowering her gaze to the ground.

“You’ve already done enough, Bell. You helped fight the Dragon, took part in the war for Erebor — and I know how much you’ve accomplished while I wasn’t in Orario. So stop being shy. Be proud of who you’ve become,” Alex said, ruffling her hair with a kind, almost fatherly smile.

Bell blushed even more, lowered her head, but a contented, almost happy smile bloomed on her face from the praise.

However, there were those who didn’t like this at all.

Syr and Lili watched Alex’s interaction with Bell — and both instantly understood: Bell had seized the moment to draw all of Alex’s attention to herself. The girls exchanged glances without words — and immediately came to an agreement: Bell wasn’t a timid rabbit at all, but a very cunning rabbit who knew perfectly well how to take advantage of an opportunity. Syr and Lili decided to join forces against her.

Bell felt the hostility directed at her, turned around, and saw Syr and Lili looking at her with cold, almost icy gazes. She immediately hid behind Alex’s back. Syr and Lili clenched their teeth in anger.

Watching all this, Alex quietly laughed and in turn patted Lili and Syr on the head so they wouldn’t get mad. With a light smile he continued walking, while Bell kept hiding behind him, trying to avoid the angry stares of the two girls.

Continuing the walk through Orario, Alex had already bought almost everything Alice had asked for. Checking the list one last time, he realized: only a couple more places left — and he could head home.

They arrived at the central square near Babel. Alex looked at the tower and gave a slight smile. It had been a long time since he descended into the Dungeon, and he didn’t even know what was happening there now after all his experiments.

“Where are Haruhime, Ais, Tiona, and Riveria right now? I haven’t seen them at home,” Alex asked, looking away from Babel and turning to the girls who had sat down to rest by the fountain after the long walk.

“They went into the Dungeon last week. Because of all your experiments, new monsters and new materials started appearing there. And the Loki Familia is the only one that goes deep enough, so they have to run raids more often than anyone else. Haruhime went with them as support. Cassandra and Daphna went somewhere — Cassandra heard about some dish and wanted to try it. The rest of the girls are scattered around. And you know the reason yourself,” Lili replied, looking at Alex with a cheerful, slightly teasing gaze.

Alex gave a small smile and nodded. He knew perfectly well how his experiments to introduce new monsters into Orario’s Dungeon had gone. In addition to those caught on Pandora, the girls — especially at the insistent request of Red and White — continued to capture and bring back more and more creatures. Now even he himself didn’t know the exact number of new monster species that had appeared in the Dungeon, or what rare materials and metals dropped from them.

In any case, Alex wasn’t worried about the Dungeon’s stability: thanks to his previous intervention, it had become not only much deeper but also far more stable. Monster escapes could now only happen in extreme cases — or with outside interference.

After sitting a little longer on the main square with the girls and chatting about various topics, Alex decided it was time to buy the last items on the list and return to the estate. Syr, Lili, and Bell understood: Alex needed to get back — he had work that couldn’t be postponed.

Returning to the estate, Alex found the usual family idyll. Alessa was sitting on Shizuka’s lap — a soft, almost maternal smile on the girl’s face as she gently hugged the child. To Alessa herself, these hugs felt frankly suffocating — because of Shizuka’s impressive bust size.

Shizuka didn’t even suspect that Alessa was literally fighting for her life right now to avoid drowning in two soft, heavy mounds. Seeing Alex appear, Alessa instantly broke free from Shizuka’s embrace — causing the latter to pout in offense.

But Alessa had no time for Shizuka’s hurt feelings — she wanted to escape those large, suffocating soft mounds as quickly as possible. Running to Alex, she hid behind his legs and gave Shizuka a cold look — or rather, at her chest.

“What’s wrong, Alessa?” Alex asked, gently stroking the girl’s hair.

“Big. Very big and heavy,” Alessa replied, tightly gripping Alex’s pant leg and continuing to stare coldly at Shizuka.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Shizuka’s chest, then at Alessa — and nodded knowingly, as if everything was already clear. After all, Shizuka really did have the largest bust in the family — if you didn’t count Alcina, who was not only very tall but also possessed quite voluptuous forms.

Shizuka, hearing everyone start discussing her chest again, pouted in offense — Alessa had literally run away from her because of it.

“Pahahaha! I told you — those two piles of meat are useless! Look, even our new daughter is avoiding you now!” Loki laughed loudly, pointing at Shizuka’s impressive bust.

“At least Alessa won’t get a concussion when Shizuka wants to hug her. Unlike you, washboard,” Hestia replied with a contemptuous smile, looking at Loki.

“What did you say, busty shrimp?” Loki hissed through clenched teeth.

“What you heard, washboard. Unlike you, my child won’t feel like she’s being hugged by a wooden plank,” Hestia shot back, folding her arms under her chest and demonstratively showing off her size.

“Are you looking for a fight, shorty?” Loki growled, crushing a beer can in her hand.

“Who’s looking for a fight, flat-chest? I’m just telling the truth. It’s not anyone’s fault your boobs never grew. Oh, sorry — you’re a goddess, they’re not going to grow anymore,” Hestia replied in a mocking tone, feigning exaggerated concern.

After those words, dead silence fell over the living room. No one had expected Hestia to say something so sarcastic. Usually she argued with Loki, but never resorted to such barbs. Every time Hestia lost a verbal sparring match, it always ended in a fight — which she herself started.

Even Alex looked at Hestia in surprise. Hestia herself gazed at the furious Loki with a winner’s smile.

Loki clenched her teeth so hard that the can in her hand was already crushed and beer spilled across the floor — but she didn’t even notice. Everyone knew how this would end. Less than a second passed — Loki lunged at Hestia. The two goddesses once again began fighting, yanking each other by the face.

Alessa watched what was happening with a surprised look. In her black eyes was complete incomprehension: why were two of her moms fighting over something as trivial as breast size? She looked at everyone else — they were pretending nothing was happening. This only made Alessa even more confused.

Alessa simply didn’t know: this happened far too often in their house, and everyone had long since gotten used to it. Usually other girls got dragged into fights between Loki and Hestia — but today everyone just watched.

“Don’t pay attention to them, child. This happens more often than you can imagine. My dear simply spoils those two too much,” a gentle voice sounded behind Alessa.

Alessa turned her head and saw a very beautiful woman in a black-and-red dress, with white hair and shining purple eyes. She was looking at her with a tender smile. Alessa’s eyes widened in surprise — she hadn’t expected to meet such a beautiful woman.

Seeing Alessa’s reaction, Freya smiled tenderly and ran her fingers through her hair. Even though Freya could see Alessa’s soul — almost completely black — her smile remained gentle. Freya knew what the girl had been through, but it didn’t stop her from showing her love.

Stopping stroking Alessa’s hair, Freya gently placed her palms on Alex’s cheeks and kissed him on the lips.

After the kiss, Alex noticed Alessa’s gaze and explained with a smile who Freya was. Alessa listened, nodded mechanically, and acknowledged: yes, Freya really was a goddess of beauty. Because Alessa sincerely considered her very beautiful.

After Freya’s arrival, Alex spent a little more time with the family — so Alessa could talk with those who had become her new family. But he understood: it was time to go back. Time waited for no one, and he still had work to do.

When Alex said he needed to leave, the girls looked sad for a moment — but quickly recovered. They could visit him and Alessa anytime. Alessa herself didn’t want to leave her new family either. Seeing the sadness on her face, Alex gently explained: she could return anytime she wanted to visit her mothers. Hearing this, Alessa nodded.

Before leaving, all the girls took turns giving Alessa tight goodbye hugs — which made the girl very happy. Alex, of course, also didn’t want to leave — he hadn’t had time to see many of the girls he missed.

And just as he was about to go, Anya, Nyaruko, Jinx, and Tina peeked out from the doorway — with sly smiles on their faces. Seeing these four gremlins who had only deigned to appear right before his departure, Alex couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Come here already. I’m not mad that you stole only 10,400 Minions and brought them all home,” Alex said, dropping to one knee and opening his arms to his daughters.

Anya, Nyaruko, Tina, and Jinx burst out laughing and rushed to him, hugging and laughing loudly. After tight hugs, they approached Alessa.

Alessa didn’t even have time to understand what was happening — before her arms were suddenly filled with a whole pile of things she hadn’t even suspected existed. But these were gifts from her new sisters: sweets, weapons, and even a couple of grenades — the latter from Tina and Jinx.

Seeing that Alessa had even been given grenades, Alex sighed heavily and carefully took them from her hands, leaving only what looked relatively safe — though even that could barely be called safe. Including a talking plush bear with a self-destruct function.

Seeing the mountain of things in Alessa’s hands, Alex pulled a small black pouch from his inventory — exactly like the ones his other daughters had. So Alessa could always carry everything important with her.

He didn’t even have time to start explaining — the gremlins immediately snatched the pouch and began showing Alessa how to use it themselves.

“So basically, you just take it and shove stuff in. And if you need something — you’ll figure out how to get it yourself. And definitely ask Dad for a phone… Yes, a phone — absolutely! So we can come play with you,” Jinx said with a cheerful smile.

“If we find something interesting or tasty — we’ll send it to you. Promise. When Dad finishes work — we’ll go on an adventure together,” Anya added, tugging Alessa’s hand.

“We recently stole Scooter’s older brother’s car — and crashed it again. He screamed so loud! Hahahaha!” Nyaruko laughed.

“That’s because he’s stingy. Big sister Ellie let us ride her tank — and didn’t say anything. Scooter’s just a crybaby,” Tina declared, sneakily stuffing pink plush bunnies into Alessa’s pouch — which, of course, were bombs.

Listening to her sisters, Alessa could only nod — not fully understanding what they were talking about. But she already wanted to go on an adventure with them in the future.

Alex, meanwhile, heard that poor Scooter’s car had been stolen again. All he could do was sigh and look at Moxxi, who was currently examining her nails. Noticing Alex’s gaze, Moxxi gave a slight smile and blew him a kiss, showing that the kids should handle their own business. Alex thought he should remind Moxxi that her son Scooter was already an adult, not a child.

Because Alex got distracted, the gremlins managed to stuff several dangerous and explosive items into Alessa’s pouch so their new sister could protect herself from bad people.

Alessa, listening to her sisters’ stories, also wanted to go on adventures with them in the future. When Anya, Nyaruko, Tina, and Jinx finished chatting, they gave Alessa tight hugs and promised to visit her more often. Then they hugged Alex goodbye once more.

Alex couldn’t hold back a smile and hugged his daughters tightly before letting them go. Still smiling, he lifted Alessa into his arms. The girl waved goodbye to everyone. Alex summoned Yamato, opened a portal, and stepped through.

When Alex and Alessa were gone, Anya, Nyaruko, Jinx, and Tina laughed slyly — thinking their plan had succeeded perfectly. But they didn’t know: Alex had clearly seen that the gremlins had stuffed explosives and other dangerous things into Alessa’s pouch — just to protect their new sister. So he said nothing. At the same time, Alex returned with Alessa in his arms to the world of Supernatural to continue his work.

He looked at his daughter. Alessa, though she didn’t show it on her face, was very happy to have met her family — especially her sisters. She raised her gaze to her father and slightly narrowed her eyes, showing with her black eyes: she had liked everything. Alex smiled and ran his hand through her hair. But before returning to the Bunker, he had other plans.

“Let’s go visit my friend first, then head back to the Bunker,” he said, looking at Alessa.

“Who’s your friend?” Alessa asked, tilting her head to the side.

“You’ll see soon. I need to give her some souvenirs,” Alex replied with a light smile.

Alessa nodded slightly, intrigued by her father’s friend. Alex smiled and took a step — vanishing from the spot. He wanted to visit Amara and see what she was up to right now. To his surprise, Amara was at an abandoned factory.

Intrigued by why she had chosen such a place, Alex headed toward her. Alessa, sitting in his arms, couldn’t understand: why was her father’s friend in such an abandoned place? Alex found Amara in one of the old warehouses. Approaching closer, he heard a light classical cello melody.

Entering inside, he saw Amara — she looked very comfortable in this place. Amara was sitting at a tea table with a book in her hands, a cup of hot tea beside her, and a little further away — an antique gramophone from which the cello melody flowed.

Hearing footsteps, Amara calmly raised her gaze and saw Alex. A smile appeared on her face. She closed the book and set it aside.

“Hello, Amara. Since when did you turn into a gloomy aristocrat? All that’s missing now are black candles and a few ravens,” Alex said with a light smile, approaching closer and sitting on a free chair, placing Alessa on his lap.

“I’m just trying new things. I liked this music — mortals call it classical. And I see you’ve had a family addition. That was fast,” Amara replied with a light smile, looking at Alessa.

“This is Alessa. And it’s a long story — telling it all at once won’t work. By the way, I brought souvenirs. I just got back from home, so I brought you a couple of gifts,” Alex said, smiling.

“Didn’t you say it was undesirable for you to leave my world until the situation with Chuck is over?” Amara asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I did. But something happened at home — that’s why I had to return,” Alex replied, continuing to smile and gently stroking Alessa’s hair.

“And what exactly happened?” Amara asked with interest, taking a sip of tea.

“My daughters stole an army of Minions and brought them all home. In just a few days those Minions turned the city into complete chaos,” Alex said, giving a slight sigh.

“Minions? Aren’t those the yellow creatures in blue overalls who speak some strange language?” Amara asked, setting her cup on the table.

“That’s right. And how do you know about them?” Alex asked in surprise, raising an eyebrow.

“I need something to occupy myself with when I’m not playing the role of the wronged sister. I got bored — so I went to the cinema. I chose what seemed the most interesting. I admit — the cartoon was funny. Even if very strange. Especially those Minions,” Amara replied with a light smile.

“Well… watching them on screen and seeing them in real life are two different things,” Alex said dryly.

Amara raised an eyebrow and looked at him with interest — clearly indicating she wanted to hear the whole story.

Alex smiled, brewed coffee for himself and Amara, and a milkshake for Alessa so she wouldn’t get bored. Then he began telling the story — starting from the moment he first saw the Minions and what had caused that encounter.

Hearing this, Amara couldn’t hold back a smile. And when Alex reached the part where the Minions were tossing him into the air and then decided he was dead because they failed to catch him — Amara could no longer restrain herself and started laughing.

Seeing that Amara was amused by his predicament, Alex rolled his eyes and shook his head. He told her what he had done with the Minions — Amara nodded understandingly. Even if she didn’t fully understand the nature of those creatures, even she could see: leaving such an army on a space orbital station was a questionable decision. Alex didn’t deny it — which was why he had left a clone there to keep an eye on them.

“Have you started looking for Lucifer yet? Or are you still putting it off?” Alex asked, taking a sip of coffee.

“I’m still pretending to be wounded, as you can see. Let them keep thinking that. But I’m watching the entrance to Heaven. Why on earth did they make the entrance to Heaven on a children’s playground? Who could have thought of that?” Amara said, covering one eye — showing she was still observing.

“No idea. Ask Metatron. It’s all that Gollum’s doing. And what are you planning to do when that bastard shows up in Heaven?” Alex asked, shrugging slightly.

“I haven’t decided yet. But I think — I’ll scare him a little. Since he wants to take control of the rest of the feathered ones — I’ll help him a bit, since he’s so eager for the throne. And then, when he comes to me, I’ll break a couple of his limbs and pluck out all his feathers. After all, I have to punish my nephew — even if he’s not actually my nephew. But he doesn’t know that,” Amara replied with a slight contemptuous smile.

“Ugh… You’re a cruel woman. Just don’t show Dean that side of you. Or he might run away from you,” Alex said, laughing slightly and looking at Amara.

“He won’t run,” Amara replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee.

Hearing this, Alex choked on his coffee, turned away, and tried to hold back his laughter. The situation genuinely amused him. He even imagined Dean trying to escape from Amara — but she always found him.

Amara looked calmly at Alex — his shoulders were shaking from suppressed laughter. She had spoken the pure truth: Dean wasn’t going anywhere from her. Their bond grew stronger with every moment — and she felt it perfectly. All because Dean, using Cain’s blade, was absorbing fragments of her power.

Alex talked with Amara a little more about simple everyday topics — just to keep her company. Then he pulled souvenirs from Orario out of his inventory: several books, food, and drinks so Amara could try them.

Amara appreciated the gesture. After all, besides Alex, there was no one she could talk to normally. He remained her only friend — the one who didn’t try to use her power, imprison her, or kill her.

Having handed over all the gifts, Alex decided to return to the Bunker. Waving goodbye to Amara, he took Alessa in his arms, took a step — and disappeared. After he left, the cello melody began playing from the gramophone again. Amara returned to reading her book — to pass the time while she continued pretending to be wounded.

Returning to the Bunker, Alex immediately felt a strange, heavy silence. Dean was nowhere to be seen. Sam sat with a blank expression, staring at a piece of ancient wood — part of the Ark of the Covenant.

Alex already knew: the Hand of God would be used by Delphine herself to sink the German ship. Dean would return with an already-used Hand — completely useless.

He looked at Lucina, Samantha, Alice, Enid, and Wednesday — they were silent. Lucina approached Alex and quietly told him what had happened while he was gone. When Dean returned from the past — it hit him hard. He hadn’t been able to change anything. What hit even harder was that the Hand of God was single-use.

Sighing, Alex set Alessa down on the floor and decided to find Dean. He waved his hand — saying he’d handle it — and disappeared. Alex appeared on an old wooden pier. Dean was sitting there, staring at the water. Alex walked over and sat beside him, lighting a cigarette.

“Dean, how are you holding up?” he asked, exhaling smoke.

“Not at all. I didn’t do anything, Alex. Those people… I was just a witness. I couldn’t help them at all,” Dean replied in a heavy tone, not taking his eyes off the water.

“I understand, Dean. I understand you very well. Want to tell me what happened there?” Alex asked, pulling a bottle of whiskey from his inventory.

“What’s there to tell? It all already happened. Everything we did — was pointless. I failed to save anyone again. And the Hand of God — single-use. It was all for nothing. Why do we keep doing this over and over? It always ends the same way. We just can’t save anyone,” Dean said in a very tired voice, turning his head toward Alex.

“Dean… I could start my usual speech about how you can’t change the past. And you don’t need to blame yourself. Those people knew what they were signing up for. At least Delphine took out that German bastard and sank his sub. So don’t beat yourself up for not saving anyone. Better let’s drink and talk. Did I drag this expensive booze from home for nothing?” Alex said, pouring whiskey into glasses.

“I was already expecting you to start your usual Death monologue instead of pouring me a drink,” Dean said, looking at Alex with a tired gaze.

“Not today. As your friend, I should support you when things are hard. And this is the least I can do for you. Like before — we’ll just talk and drink. Because now’s not the time to mope. We still have a long road ahead. The end of our journey isn’t in sight yet. The road is long, but one day we’ll see its end,” Alex replied with a light smile, raising his glass.

“You’re right… our journey isn’t over yet. And there’s still a lot ahead. At least I’ll remember those soldiers. Who knew and accepted their death. To the crew of the USS Bluefin,” Dean said, raising his glass.

“To the crew of the USS Bluefin,” Alex repeated, clinking glasses with him.

After drinking, Dean began recounting what had happened on the submarine. Alex listened attentively, occasionally inserting jokes to lighten the mood. Dean understood this perfectly — and occasionally joked himself during the story.

Even though Dean had only spent a few hours on the sub, it felt to him like much more time had passed. He even told Alex about the guy who kept bombarding him with questions about the future — mostly stupid ones: which team won in baseball and the like.

“I’m just curious — why do they always ask the same questions? Is that some kind of rule?” Dean asked after a few glasses of whiskey, slightly relaxed.

“Why are you asking me? Do I travel through time that often?” Alex replied in an amused tone.

“Well, you’re Death and all that. Don’t you have answers to those kinds of questions? Like — what’s the meaning of life? Why, if you say you’re from the future, does everyone ask which team won the game? Stuff like that,” Dean said, looking at Alex as if he definitely should have an answer.

“Honestly — no idea. If someone came up to me and said they were from the future — I’d want to know if the game I’m waiting for finally came out,” Alex replied, stroking his chin.

“You’re serious right now? Though… okay, fair. I’d want to know what the future issue of Busty Asian Beauties is like,” Dean said with a smirk.

“Dean… you’re gross,” Alex said, making a face.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s fine to ask about a video game — but porn mags are suddenly gross? Where’s the fine line?” Dean asked, smacking Alex on the shoulder.

“Well, the line’s somewhere around here. Or at least it should be. But I don’t see it. Though it’s definitely there. Probably,” Alex replied, waving his finger in the air and drawing an imaginary line.

“I don’t see it — so it doesn’t exist,” Dean smirked.

Alex and Dean laughed quietly and continued sitting on the old wooden pier, sipping whiskey from another world — something Dean wouldn’t learn about anytime soon. They chatted about all sorts of topics — just to pass the time.

Alex knew how to help Dean cope with his feelings and shift his focus. That’s why they were sitting here on the pier instead of returning to the Bunker.

To be continued…

(I’m sure we’ll move on to a different storyline soon. Or there’ll be a bit more of the Supernatural plot. And maybe a short time skip, or maybe even a bit more of the everyday. Basically, I haven’t decided yet, and I think the best way to do that is to go get something delicious. But I’m absolutely certain there will be a Hellsing storyline soon; I’m just still trying to figure out at what point in the Hellsing plot Alex will appear. And as I said, it will be Hellsing Ultimate.)

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