In their place lay two golden stud earrings dangling gracefullybesides my face.Finally, Mel set the sketchbook down, as with the pen, its glisteningni... mocking me. As they hit the table, I could feel my control returning.Finally, I could move on my own! I took a few steps, trying to staybalanced on these long heels, and even longer legs! Lifting my glovedhands to my face, I flexed my dainty fingers in disbelief. I tried toflip my hair away from my eye, but it flopped back to its. I found it by accidentand felt it should be shared, even though some of the authors who it wasintended to honor may not be able to read it this time around. It followsbelow in its entirety.The following is my gift to the authors and readers of this list. Anyonewishing to archive this story should contact me for permission (which willprobably not be unreasonably withheld). All rights reserved.Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are fictional characters. The SRU Wizard andSpells R'Us are the property. Angelika's eyes went wide as she turned back to Alan. In a soft voice she started again, "Alan? Alan. It's your mother. Please come back to me son. Please, we would be so lost without you. Alan? Come back to me, fight for me, for our family." Angelika's eyes were starting to tear up as she felt so helpless. ‘Again,’ she thought, ‘I am of no use, so weak I can't even help my son!’ Alan's eyes suddenly cleared as the glow stopped. "No mother, not useless, far from it!" Standing Alan walked to. After the powder fell from his hand into her drink, he casually moved it back away from his arm. He did this all while he was chatting up the woman who had been sitting beside Misty. He was so casual it looked like he didn't even realize what he was doing. After he had drugged her drink and her friend refused to dance with him, George went back to his table and kept a close eye on Misty. She had returned from the dance floor but was ignoring her drink and talking animatedly with her friends..