Deirdre was so unbelievably and indescribably happy.

( Crushed like a Bug )

Deirdre was surrounded by place settings and tulle and random flowers. Victoria Lane looked like it had been the scene of an exploded wedding planner's office. Decorations were draped everywhere and there were dresses and tuxedos hung over doorways. It was a scene of mass confusion and finally, Deirdre had had enough.

( Home Sweet Home )

"But Flynn isn't here!"

( Giles, don't taunt the demon... )

Deirdre had had one hell of a night. She had been nearly killed by a 400-year-old demon, and saved by her nanny. Lucky save, too. Most beings wouldn't have been able to rip Deirdre apart, but Jareth was old and powerful enough to do it. And had that happened, Deirdre didn't think she would have been able to stick around until someone put her back together again.

( Augh )

Deirdre had been with Paula, explaining for hours about why boys did suck but pain didn't last forever. She wasn't sure she had gotten through, but she hoped it would eventually sink in. Mostly Paula had cried on her, poor thing. As she was leaving the hospital, Deirdre happened upon a familiar face who was leaving as well. "Flynny!" she cried, loping over to hug her best friend tightly. "Hi!"

( Boys ARE Dumb )

Deirdre had left Spectre with his family and returned home to hers, sending Juliette away the second she arrived. She was so relieved to see her twins after being separated for two days, and she lavished them with attention and affection before putting them down for the night.

( A modest proposal )