Mom's got to be ******** nuts, Desma thought as she stepped out of the taxi looking up at her home, well one of them, at least the old bat hadn't forced her to go straight back to the seminary. The teenager pulled her plaid coat closer to her body sighing, it was spring and she still felt cold.

It was obvious that a lot of s**t had gone down since she'd been sent to her aunts up state, away from the bustling metropolis of Destiny City. More places destroyed by the horrible Negaverse. Desma didn't even want to turn the television on when she opened the door, she was going to go straight to her room and crash, not wanting to see the news about what had happened. And of course they would be covering it.

Darlene Heisse had taken notice to some of the bumps and bruises, and burns from the damn lava pits, and had assumed her daughter was getting into something heavy. Well, Ms. Heisse would be right, her darling daughter had been getting into something out of her control. She was from space, one of the terrorists, a defender of the night, what ever you wanted to call it she was one of the skirted defenders of the night.

Darlene had tugged her out of the Seminary, giving an explanation that her daughter would be seeking some down time with psychological treatment. Dezzy was of the opinion maybe her mother needed to be seeking that treatment as she looked on at the two story modern home. The front yard was covered in plastic easter eggs, they were even strung up in the bushes beside the front door.

"You've got to be batshit, lady." Desma muttered and fiddled in her pocket for her pack of cigarettes. Des wanted to tell everything to the psychologist she saw upstate, but couldn't. She felt so pulled apart by everything in her life. She needed someone, anyone to understand her. The brown haired teen could not keep making up excuses; 'I fell down' 'slipped on ice' 'burned my self in home economics'. There was no one on Earth that clumsy. Maybe on Gomeisa, they seemed to be a Fail populous, right?

Talking in circles and vague sayings with the shrink had helped, at least to get her focused on the fact she needed to throw herself into being a Senshi, at least that was something she felt like she could belong. Her self doubt played into that a lot. He didn't know what he was encouraging her to do, and that was fine by Desma. The shrink had encouraged her to pick a side, and she was certainly going to.

Pressing her chapped lips to the pack of Marley's she pulled a cigarette from the cellophaned cardboard with the ease of a long time smoker. Striking a match she stumbled to the steps and flopped down on the concrete. Desma found herself eye level with a pink-eyed devil, the plastic Easter bunny watched her with sinister eyes.

"A wise guy, huh?" She grunted and pushed it over.

Darlene had a no smoking in the house policy, and there was no way she was going to set foot in that house without chain smoking a few.

The door creaked behind her and she froze, hoping that she would have at least a few minutes before her warden knew she was home.

"I thought I heard the taxi pull up!" The middle age woman looked down at her daughter frowning, they shared a lot of physical characteristics. "Hurry up with your nasty habit, and then come in, I've got roast in the slow cooker."

Before closing the door she added.

"And fix, Peter Cottontail, poor guy."

Desma finished her cigarette looking around at the gaudy decorations, wondering what the hell the nuns from the seminary would think about the blasphemous display. Worshiping false idols. She straightened out the pink monstrosity and put her cigarette out between his ears and then went inside.