It is with a mood of unsettled defeat that each one of the Misfits steps off the plane into what is probably one of the worst rainy days that London has to throw at them. After much arguing and little resolution, we had decided to return home. Breyden and Lilith are in the wind, and there is no way of knowing where they are, so to say that it is pointless in running all over New York City looking for two people that might not even be there is a truth that settled rather soon.
So with a newfound spring in our steps and the determination to find them at all costs, we boarded a plane back home to come to find that much-needed rest that we all deserve. But after endless hours confined in such a small place, we all were faced with the thoughts of to which lengths Breyden will still go to save Lilith, that is if she is not already saved or even worse, if she is not, in fact, dead.
