"So Emily," Polly said over the phone. "How's the job been going for you?"

"Fine." I said.

"And what about the kid you took?" Polly asks.

I look down to the calender to see it reads the year 2013. It is July 15th. It has been one year since I met Loki and been thrown into the world of Marvel.

"Uh, I don't know." I said.

"...What does your job involve?" Polly asks.

I walk around then come around to straightening a picture frame.

"Secret." I said.

The frame slides back into it's crooked position.

"What about the kid?" Polly asks.

"He kept complaining he wanted to be taken into an Orphanage." I said. "So I did."

"You..." Polly said. "Dropped off a kid who appeared out of a painting in front of a orphanage."

"Yep." I said, getting the broom out then leaned the against the wall and slid it sideways making the position better.

"ARE YOU MAD?" Polly yelled.

"He was getting on my nerves." I said.

"That's what kids do!" Polly said. "What you did is mean."

Yet, you don't know he's a fully grown man shrunk to the age of a child.

"But he's no ordinary kid because he's Ben 10--" I groan then look up towards the ceiling. "Darn it; the cartoons have already gotten to me." I noticed the words, finally, on the cieling. "Emily Strange is a neglectant parent."

I felt a string get pulled in my heart.

I am so glad I dropped Loki off to the Orphanage.

"Who says you are?" Polly asks.

"No one." I said.

"Don't say you are!" Polly yelled.

"I didn't say that--" I started to say but Polly cut me off.

"Yes, you did!" Polly said. "Strengthen your inner parent walls and repeat after me: Emily Strange is a wonderful parent!"

"Emily strange is a wonderful parent." I said.

"YOU DIDN'T SAY IT RIGHT, YOU BIG SISSY!" Polly chides me. "Repeat; one more timer; Emily Strange is a wonderful parent!'

"Emily Strange is a wonderful parent!" I shout.

"Good, we're getting somewhere." Polly said.

We had a fairly nice chat after that.Polly is still the concerned gal for her friends when hearing them say something worrisome. Polly is not just plain old Polly because of her stereotypical kind of character; she's very different is what I can say.Sarah Jackson hasn't called me at all within the year spent in the totally unique state with many accents sounding similar to Irish and another accent to another nation that I usually forget.

Polly is the first person to end the call.

Well, people's accents in this state sound similar to Irish.

Go figure for Louisiana being a big melting pot for immigrants back in the day.

I look down to the phone on the table. I put down the sleek black newer phone on the table beside the old one. I pick up the old flip phone flipping it open. It still has all five bars.I go through my contacts list until coming down to Lewis's name then pressed on it.

Text message or phone call?

I go with the text message.

Dear Lewis,you're a Rock Giant.

There are three dots under the message on the page with a green background and white text boxes.I can see the last messages I sent back to my Bro way back when.

So am I, Lewis. We've been around for a long...long...long time.

How do I break the news his memories have been tempered?

I don't think I am coming back,bro.

He's probably living the life better than I am left unaware of his true heritage until the time he looks upon the screen.I had so many things to say but telling him the news had been placed on the backburner about his heritage and memories until today. So many things have changed since picking the lock using nail clippers.

I developed the skill of thievery a long time ago growing up in my version of Earth.

It's a gift I've learned to use wisely.

I don't know why you went to father and had your memories taken...

It's a question I've been going over for some time.

I didn't know the truth until a couple months ago. Mother told me everything except why you decided to do it first. We're from a long forgotten realm that since has been destroyed. It was called Boulderheim. We're Rock Giants; beings with characteristics of rock and live long like gods. Gods do exist, you're aware of that now, as there is such thing as Asgard...

How to spill the news that the only way I could have been back home was ditched is perhaps tricky.

I was going to come back under a deal with Odin.

But then Loki kept complaining about me not being around much.

You see, Loki had been turned into a child by Thanos. Look up Thanos on the internet. By this time Loki has a year or two left until he is back to his grown adult stage. I ditched Loki at a Orphanage. The deal was to bring Loki to New Mexico and drop him off in the middle of a old stadium, and then, Loki would be sent back to Asgard.

I had to pause thinking about what to say next.

The funny part about it is I had to earn Loki's trust and not do it right away. I am sorry, Lewis. But I believe where our two roads end; going on two different paths miles apart. I am going to put my phone into a little box with a charger after sending this. But I will always be a Strange; Emily Strange.

_____ ____

...2:40 AM...

...Yes in the middle of the night...

I got called up for the police station in the city, so I did as I had been called for. The part about being me is that learning to drive a car was not easy shortly after being given a responsibility. Lets say kid Loki never was in the car with me and my driving skills are still not the best.

A bull dog stares at me as I get out of the car. The Bull Dog is creepy even wearing a pink collar shining in the light showing off the gems embedded in the collar.The bull dog is white and brown including having a leg shorter than the others unusually.

I closed the driver's side door then aim the square device at the car and lock it.

Woof,woof, woof went the bull dog.

"I am not an intruder on your territory,man." I said turning towards the bull dog

There's a stop sign wedged in between the right hand side tire.

"Oh hell." I said, then walk over to the tire.

I yank out the stop sign sticking out of the tire.

I look over my shoulder to see there is not a stop light--where there should be one--but quite dark and empty. I came to realizing the stop sign was at the corner when I ran it over.

"Hey, I am not the best driver." I said, towards the bull dog. "Not bad enough to kill people."

The bull dog huffs and walks away like a diva.

Wait, did I just characterize a dog as a over-dramatic person?

I shook my head then put the stop sign back where it had been--I summoned wet rocks around the metal handle enough to keep it standing in place--previously.The rocks solidified into a hard type of pavement that became a mound keeping a stop sign in place. A pavement that really stuns me a Rock Giant can not only create rocks and heal themselves but make pavement.

I walk towards the police station in high heels hearing them 'click clack' against the sidewalk. I open the door letting myself in holding onto my purse's big strap along my shoulder.The hall is deadly silent not a sound could be heard nor a criminal's rantings and people in hysteria. There wasn't even a man stabbed sitting on the bench covering his wound with a clipboard in front of him.

Usually there are people on the benches waiting.

I walk down the empty hall passing each bench.

I came to the large wooden doors which reminded me of those from the closet door leading into Narnia with a lot of fur coats. I opened the left hand door then let myself in feeling like a small child sneaking into her father's reading study.It felt nostalgic.

There is a woman in a blue uniform at a desk chewing on bubblegum.

I only knew it was bubble gum because of the pink ball coming out of her mouth and then being popped.

"Emily Strange?" The desk lady asks, throwing the popped bubble gum into the trash.

I felt relieved for that somewhat comforting--and not demanding--question.

"I am Miss Strange." I said. coming to the counter. I came to a stop in front of the desk counter. "What kind of emergency am I here for?"

"Family emergency." The desk lady said.

Family...what? I don't have any family in this version of Midgard.

"Pardon me?" I ask.

"Family emergency." The desk lady said. "You're the only living relative for a orphaned Teenager."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Who?" I ask.

The desk lady glances over to the right.

"Me." Came a deep voice.

The voice sounded like a narrator to USA's many upcoming episodes during marathons.

So it was worth a look.

I look over to see a teenage version of Loki sitting in the chair. I hadn't noticed him remarkably coming into the room. There are several chairs, some magazines , and a few cans for garbage to be thrown into. He is slumped over in the chair holding a brown teddy bear in the cockpit of his arms. There are three luggages at his feet.I couldn't believe that he, that annoying god, had decided I was his last living relative. I glance over to the desk lady confused how it all came down to me.

"Foster parents died in a car crash; he survived." The desk lady said.

"How old is he?" I ask.

"He says one thousand but he looks to be seventeen." The desk lady said. She hands me a paper slip. "Please sign the paper to take him in."

I raise my other brow.

"Is he...that hard to take care of for parents?" I ask.

The desk lady shrugs.

"I don't know." The desk lady said. I lower my eyebrows back down. "The Foster system just doesn't want him."

A year and he has gone through the system.

The system hates Loki enough it wants other relatives to take him.

I signed the paperwork.