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The Trade	By : sandyl666 Category: +1 through F > Coraline Views: 11933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: Coraline book-verse is owned by Neil Gaiman and part of movie-verse is owned by Henry Selick, I own nothing. I make nothing whatsoever by writing and posting this on.

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Disclaimer: ...Just when I got excited about never writing a disclaimer again, I decide to do an epilogue. For the last time – Coraline and its plot, and characters don't belong to me. They belong to Neil Gaiman/Henry Selick.
A/N: I wanted to make the epilogue name more unique. Therefore the awfully long name. Though it was meant to mean different realms can't break friendships.
Epilogue: Realms... Have No Effect On Friendship

"Loman! Loman Lovat, you come back here!" Kate called, the names slipping off her tongue like a tongue-twister. She contemplated going after her son, but he was nowhere to be found, and her aching feet protested the effort. She hefted herself down into a chair, her rounded belly making it hard to get comfortable. But she was happy and contented. In her womb contained Wybie's second child.
Loman escaped the bush he'd been hiding in, and crawled past the fence. The ten year old knew the way to the Pink Palace by heart. Curiosity drove him as he neared the place both his parents had warned him not to venture to. Yet his father came here periodically. Loman didn't know why, but he had heard his mother curse a small door in the house. The house was empty. Old Mel and Charlie Jones had moved away once they had lost their daughter for good. After many years of gazing at the house longingly, Loman had finally worked up the courage to explore it.
He stealthily crept down the driveway of the house, wincing at the pinkness of it all. As far as he knew, the eccentric man who lived in the flat above had died recently of old age, muttering about his mice circus as he went, and one of the two old women who lived in the flat below had also died of food poisoning from expired sweets. The other left, lonely and broken-hearted at having lost her long-time friend. So the house was empty, abandoned. No one wanted it, not after all that had happened to the tenants.
The door creaked noisily and Loman jumped, looking around nervously. When he saw no signs of being discovered , he entered the house. He could not take in enough of the house, his head swivelled back and forth, his eyes registering everything.
A painting of a boy whose ice-cream had fallen caught his eye, and he entered the room, intent on getting a closer look. As he did so, the door slammed shut behind him, and he literally jumped a few inches into the air. He could feel cold sweat forming on his palms when he heard a soft wail, followed by a sob. It was coming behind a small door on the wall somewhere to his left. He wiped his palms on his shirt nervously, took a deep breath, and started tiptoeing to the door. The crier started to sob uncontrollably, and a fearful chill ran up Loman's spine. What the hell was he doing?
But it was too late. Curiosity indeed killed the cat. He counted to three in his head, before wrenching the little door open. A girl on the other side of the door jumped and looked up at Loman with tearful black eyes.
All of Loman's fear vanished.
"Um... Are you okay?" he asked the girl. She seemed to be older than him by three or four years, and was curled up into a ball in what seemed to be a large passageway, with shelves of curious objects lining its walls. She continued staring at him for a few seconds, before shaking her head back and fro, her hair slapping into her face as she did so, sticking onto her salty tears.
"My mama scolded me..." she said in a small whisper. "She wouldn't let me go out into the real world to find friends my own age..."
Loman didn't get a word she was saying and how she came to be in that tunnel, but he understood that she was upset from being scolded by her mum. He scooted over to sit beside her in the tunnel and tried to comfort her.
"I'm sure she had a reason to. My mum only scolds me for doing things she knows will hurt me," Like going to the Pink Palace. He added in his head, but said nothing about that to her.
"But I'm lonely," she replied, hiccuping on that last syllable as if to punctuate what she was saying.
"Well... Then I'll be your friend," Loman said. She blinked at him.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
She was silent for a few seconds. "I've never had a friend before," she admitted shyly.
"It's okay, it's not that hard. I'm Loman Lovat. What's your name?" Loman asked.
"Deirdre Beldam-Jones... But you can call me Dre,"
A/N: As always – thank you so much for the ratings, reviews, encouragements and all the love. I sincerely hoped you enjoyed this story, and thank you for reading! Yes, even you ninja readers – thank you..
To be truthful, I'm still contemplating an Extra chapter just to wrap things up a little. But I'm having trouble writing up a good one that I'm satisfied with. If it's no trouble, stick around so if I actually do post it up, you'll know. Though if you've had enough of my unbearable ramblings (which, sadly, I can understand) then, just thank you for reading this far!
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