>As Twintails prepared to leave David's house, she noticed something.
>"Oh, you have a rock collection."
>Twintails could have sworn David rolled his eyes at her.
>She... had used them in one of his nightmares, she realized.
>"Right, I forgot about that. How about you borrow Rocky here, and we let bygones be bygones?"
>David was a bit surprised as Twintails plucked a rock out of her pocket, and placed it in his palm.
>"Take good care of him!", she said as she left.
>David took a look at the rock. It was as ordinary a rock as you could find, except for the glued on googly eyes.
>One of the eyes looked old and worn, but the other looked new, as if it had just been replaced.
>"If she was carrying around a pet rock, then maybe she really was lonely.", David mused.
>He turned the rock over in his hand, and noticed something scrawled in a young child's handwriting on the back of it. It looked like a name.
>Not too far away, Fanny Hammarlund, the twin-tailed Marra, had a feeling she had just made a terrible mistake.