Everyone worries about me and I dont know why. Its not like I am the most mentally stable person on the planet, but people need to stop woorying.

I was fine and I knew Victoria's voice pulled me through and kept me from a possible coma. I was still not able to do anything for myself but I was allowed to see my daughter.

"Whats her name?" I asked Party Poison.

"I havent thought of one yet. What do you think we should name her?" He asked back.

I thought for a moment. "Anya seems right. Anya and her killjoy name could be Secretly Enchanted."

"It's perfect. Beautiful. She is the first baby born into a killjoy world."

"Really? The very first?"

"Yeah the very first. Why did you choose the name Anya?"

I didnt want to tell him that it was my sister's name, who had died long ago. "No reason."

"Well come on. We have a waiting audience out there." Party Poison picked me up and set me in a wheel chair contraption and set tiny little baby Anya in my arms. She was the softest thing I ever held.