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Somewhere in Newcastle, England, Philza catches Tallulah just before she stumbles. “Careful—” he murmurs, steadying her gently. His voice fades into the distance, only to echo halfway across the world, where Missa’s voice calls out, “—mi hijo,” as he pulls Chayanne back from the hot stove just in time.
“Come on, darling, it’s time for bed,” Philza says to Tallulah.
At the same time, Missa is speaking to Chayanne. “You have to be careful, mi hijo. I know I said don’t burn our dinner, but please, also don’t burn yourself.”
Tallulah yawns. “Mhm, I’m sleepy.”
“Yeah? You think so, mate?” Phil chuckles. “Come on.” He gently guides her into her bedroom.
Meanwhile, Missa looks at his son. “Let’s hurry and eat. You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up.”
“Mhh,” Chayanne grumbles. “Food’s ready.” He grabs two plates, scooping food onto them.
“After dinner, it’s straight to bed,” Missa says, leading Chayanne to the table where they eat the hastily made meal.
Back in Newcastle, Philza tucks in Tallulah. “Sleep well, Lullah,” he says.
“Good night, Papa,” she replies.
He turns to leave, pausing in the doorway. “If you need me, remember, I’m just down the hallway.”
“I—” Tallulah yawns. “I know, Papa. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, darling.” Philza leaves, closing the door quietly behind him, and soon falls asleep in the comfort of his own bed.
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“Come on, morrito, off to bed,” Missa says, setting the dirty plates in the sink.
Chayanne stumbles over, barely awake. “Bed,” he mumbles.
Missa chuckles, taking Chayanne’s hand and guiding him to his room. “Buenas noches, guerrito.”
“Bu..enas...noches, Papa,” Chayanne mutters, already drifting off to sleep.
Watching his son, Missa smiles. It’s been just the two of them for a long time, and they’ve grown close.
Missa heads to his room, a peaceful feeling settling over him as he drifts off to sleep.
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Morning comes slowly to Philza as the sun filters through the window, birds chirping outside in the fresh spring air.
In Mexico, Missa also wakes to a calm, quiet room.
But peace shatters for both as they hear doors slam open. Philza from Tallulah’s room, Missa from Chayanne’s.
“Tallulah!”
“Chayanne!”
They rush to their respective hallways, each facing a confused child.
“Who are you?” they both ask, staring at the unfamiliar child.
“Where’s my papa?” Chayanne and Tallulah demand, looking panicked.
“Whoa, calm down, little one,” Philza tries to soothe the boy who looks so much like him.
“What—who—” Missa stammers, baffled by the girl standing before him. “Huh?”
The children exchange equally bewildered looks.
“Who are you?” Chayanne asks, eyeing the blond man before him.
“My name is Philza… and yours?”
“Chayanne.”
They pause, sizing each other up. Both share blond hair—Philza’s a bit longer—and the same light blue eyes. Wings spread on both their backs: Philza’s are black and feathered, while Chayanne’s are tough-skinned and matte orange.
“So… you are?” Missa says, breaking the silence.
Tallulah stares at him. “Lullah… Tallulah.”
“Tallulah? Well, uhm… I’m Missa. So, why exactly are you in my home?”
“Why am I—? You tell me! I just woke up here! What did you do to me?” Tallulah sounds exasperated.
Missa looks even more confused. “What do you mean, ‘woke up here’?”
“What do I mean? I mean I woke up in that room, in some kid’s bed,” Tallulah says, her voice tinged with panic.
“Oh,” Missa says simply. “I didn’t bring you here.”
“You didn’t?” Tallulah’s suspicion softens, though confusion lingers.
Philza, back in Newcastle, breaks the silence. “So, why were you in my daughter’s room?”
“I don’t know.” Chayanne shrugs. He’s cautious, but something about Philza makes him want to trust him.
Missa, meanwhile, finally gets a good look at Tallulah. She has the same dark hair and eyes as him. “Wow, you look—”
“Just like me,” Tallulah finishes for him.
“So, where do you come from?” Missa asks Tallulah, as Philza asks Chayanne.
“Newcastle.”
“Tijuana.”
“What?” Both men’s eyes widen, concern growing.
“But we’re in Mexico!”
“We’re in England!”
Both Chayanne and Tallulah look equally shocked.
“How did this happen?”