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Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
Victoria Winters laughed as the youngest Collins sprinted towards the roller coaster. Much too afraid to ride it with him, the boy was still excited, even to be riding it alone. The rest of the family had already separated, Carolyn and Barnabas near the house of mirrors and Elizabeth with Roger still at the front gates. Doctor Hoffman had insisted on staying home due to a headache, most likely because of another one of her dreadful hangovers. Now alone, Vicky roamed around the fair and was amused by all of the excitement around her. She had never been to a fair before as a child and found it to be an experience that she would remember for quite some time. After aimlessly walking around, Victoria realized that she was now lost and was unsure how to get back to the rollarcoaster for David. Seeing a man that did not look very friendly, she decided to take a chance by asking him, “Excuse me, but I seem to be lost. Do you know how I could get back to the rollarcoaster?”
Shaking her head in dismay at his comments about the past governesses, her smile had not yet faded. “I don’t see why anyone would want to leave him. He’s just a curious young boy who has a different view of the world. Aren’t we all just a bit abnormal?” She asked, her lips trailing into a frown as she recalled the memories of her past. The disrespect, lack of understanding and fear of her childhood had left Victoria feeling rather empty inside, but Collinwood revived her. Now, it finally felt as if she were home.
His expression mirrored hers as he watched her lips form into a frown. “Indeed… We are,” Barnabas agreed. Admittedly, he did not know her well enough as he would like and her past was still a mystery to him, but he could not imagine what would be abnormal about her, when to him she seemed to be more normal than most other future dwellers. Then again, he knew that he was not the best judge of what was normal and what was not in this time. “Some are just less peculiar than others, I suppose, or perhaps better at disguising it.”
“Yes.” She stared at the view of the trees surrounding the manor, still in curiosity about the town and what made it so different. If Josette had wanted her to come to such a small and unpopular place, there must have be something very special about it in the past. Despite the fact that it could easily have just be her imagination, Victoria trusted Josette and her guidance. “What made you want to leave England now? It seems as though most of this family was not aware of you before you arrived.”
Spinning around in her bedroom, Maggie was no more than five years old. Her imaginary (or so everyone in her household believed) friend Josette, observed the young child. “Come spin with me, Josette!” She laughed, before falling onto the ground dramatically. “Help, help! Josette!” Maggie giggled, but after glancing back up from the ground to see her companion’s reaction, Josette was gone.