Luna Morgan was in her room the next morning, she remembered her conversation with Carl the previous night and sighed, she still find it hard to believe that madam Sandra and the luna were dead. She was still thinking when the kids came in with their towel jackets with them.

"Good morning mom." They chorused, hugging her tightly.

"We need a quick bath mom, we are really going back home today." Annabelle told Luna.

"Come on kids, this is your new home." Luna told them and led them to the bathroom.

"But you and dad are not really to do what we want and we really want dad to see...