A few weeks had gone by with Ammy darting to an from home and the lab. The Philosophers Flask stood, empty, and collecting dust. She raised the building hoping to make it a business, but the Clinic was so busy and needed her to run the machines that she was getting frustrated.

Because of this, Ammy started writing tome after heavy tome filled with instructions for all things concerning the lab and how to run it. She was born in a lab, raised in a lab, to hell is she was going to be stuck working in one underground for the rest of her life.

Today was gray and foggy as she walked to the Clinic. The receptionist saw her walk in and held up a paw.

"Lady Ammy, you're services are not needed this morning. Dr. Stridar has no appointments this morning and the afternoon exams are routing vaccines for the adults and kids. Take the day off please." the receptionist was a beautiful looking Lupe with a heavy dose of border collie in the genes.

Ammy just nodded and turned to walk out. "Thank you for the note Dii. Any looking for me will find me at the Philosopher's Flask. I may return to get some items I was storing in my lab."

Dii just nodded to Ammy as she left the Clinic. Heading back to the Philosopher's Flask, Ammy opened the locked front door and stepped in flipping on lights. Empty. All of the shelves and cases were empty. But they won't stay empty for long. Leaving the door open, she returned to the Clinic, and headed for her lab.

Along one wall was lockers full of alchemical and apothecary items she had collected over the years and had made as well. She hauled the first heavy box over to the store. The orphans from the Wings Of Foxingale Orphanage were up by now and peeked into the store.

"Mootaara Alphrans Ammy!" the little lupes chimed in chorus.

Ammy turned and smiled at them. "Mootaara Miinoa's." she greeted them. "Would you like to help me? I have a lot of things to bring from the Clinic to my store, and I need some watchers to keep the store safe. I'll get you all snacks and drinks."

The orphans were more than happy to hear that offer. The youngest were left to watch the store, with one elder orphan to supervise. The others helped Ammy carry boxes over to the store from the Clinic. It looked like a Lupe ant line from the Clinic with boxes, bottles, and bags moving along.

Once everything was over, Ammy treated all the orphans to Soulstra bread, Gabi juice, and some ice cream. It was mid morning now, and she had plenty of time now to plan things out. The orphans said their goodbyes and ran off to play. She watched them leave. A small twinge of loneliness touched her. She missed having Lene at the Den. Her daughter must be having fun in Arcadia.

Those words seemed to ring true for Ammy. Soon the Philosophers Phlask was stocked and ready for business. When no one showed interest, she began to go among the Den and Rhydin to sell her wares but few were interested. Ammy felt a bit disappointed with this and had started taking long walks at night.

One fateful night, she discovered a rare jade rose that started her next bumpy but grand adventure with the Jade Rose serum, a substance that was similar to a pandora's box. You never knew what the effects would be. She'd lost most of her memories temporarily from the experiments and came face to face with the Gate Keeper once again. Finding her soul was shattered and not intact, Ammy joined up with a demon, becoming one herself to mend the soul back together.

You would think after that journey she would be happy to have slow days in the shop, but it was not to be. Word of her demon side had spread and soon her and her family were exiled. During the months of exile, she felt ill and started to cough up blood. Her next adventure was upon her. The adventure of wanting to live and fight off cancer.

Ammy still travels the road of cancer, but she is no longer exiled due to the change of laws in the Den. Now she stood in front of her shop. Windows were broken and the herbal gardens were choked with weeds. Her glowing green eyes flickered briefly feeling sad at the state the shop was left in. Ammy gave a sigh and unlocked the half shattered glass door. Her paws stepped carefully around shards of broken glass strewn all over the floor.

She took stock of the interior. Some of the glass cases were broken and some of the potion bottles smashed open from the objects thrown, mostly rocks, had hit them. Cobwebs hung everywhere though the spiders had long fled in lieu of the cold season to come. The wall with her memories and keepsakes was still intact though caked in dust. The display cabinet was whole and untouched.

Ammy moved into the lab in the back and had found everything where she had left it when she was chased out. A lot of volatile oils, and delicate extracts were ruined from spoilage but her equipment was just in need of cleaning. She gave a deep sigh of relief. The place appeared intact relatively and nothing looted. Seems the Lupes were too afraid to enter a demonic Lupinossai's holdings.

She stepped back into the main room assessing the damage. The windows and door could be fixed with her alchemy easily enough. The display cabinets as well. The smashed potions and ruined ingredients were a loss but she could replace them in short order. Looking out the jagged maw of a broken pane of glass she surveyed the gardens. All of her hard work was ruined. The gardens were going to be hard to restore. Many of the plants were rare.

She heard someone shuffling near the door and looked to the entry way. An orphan was peeking inside noticing the door had been opened. Seeing Ammy, the orphan stepped inside. It was one of the ones who had helped her carry things, a bit older looking now.

"Hello." she called to the orphan with a gentle voice.

"Hello. We've missed you, Ammy." the orphan said shyly. More orphans peeked in at the doorway.

"You have? You're not afraid I might eat you, or turn you into a cat?" Ammy asked, giving words to the two most ridiculous excuses adults slung at her for avoiding her.

"You are too nice to eat us or turn us into cats. Besides, if we judged you by your appearance, we would have stopped playing with Myrlene a lot sooner. She was quite an odd looking Yuunoa." the eldest orphan piped up.

Ammy let a smile spread on her muzzle but hiding her sharp demon fangs from them. She gave them an approving nod.

"If only the Alphrans can have as much common sense as you Yuunoas. How can I help you all today?" she asked.

The orphans looked surprised. "We came to help you. We can clean things and a few of us know how to weed. Can we help you please?"

Ammy bowed her head in surprise just shook her head slowly thinking about this. Looking up with her glowing green eyes, she viewed the orphans.

"Very well. Those that can weed please tackle the gardens. If you're not sure if it's a weed or an herbal come ask me. The rest of you go into the back and grab buckets, rags, and mops. I am going to get this glass off the floor so we don't have any cuts." She directed the orphans.

They scattered quickly following orders. Ammy grinned again. Sometimes Lupinossai can be the nicest beings to know. Stepping to the wood counter she had, she withdrew a stick of chalk and returned to the center of the room. She began to sketch a large transmutation array. She hoped she could power it. The cancer left her weak, and it had been quite a long time since she used alchemy. The sketching finished she put the chalk in a pocket on her kimono.

She glanced about making sure no little ones were in harms way. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, felt the energy about her and raised her paws. Flesh and metal collided causing a sharp, loud clap to ring in the room. Ammy began to glow white as her body absorbed energy from the Weave for use. Feeling the warmth of her body fully charged she knelt and touched the array. White chalk powder flared red as the energy flowed into the medium and raced about the patterns drawn on the ground.

The tinkling of glass was heard as the shards were lifted, melted the reformed to match the missing pieces in the windows, doors, and cabinets. The glass melded together seamlessly. Opening her glowing green eyes she looked about seeing new, clean glass. Not a shard or sliver remained. She took a deep breath as her body felt weak from the use of magic. Ammy didn't dare stand yet or she'd just fall over. She shook her head slowly.

"Thus kneels Ammy, the Chaotic, the Phoenix of Chaantaar, the Demon of Psionics, because she is too damn weak to stand." Ammy started to laugh.

"Just not as resilient as I used to be." she heard the breathing of kids and the muffled awes from little muzzles. The orphans entered the shop and grouped around her.

"You okay Ammy?" They all looked worried and the little one had that face that said she would cry in the three seconds if the answer was 'no'.

"I'll be fine. I am just a bit tired. I know, here." she pulled out a pouch and handed a paw full of silvers to the eldest orphan. "Why don't a few of you go and buy some drinks and snacks we can all have a little meal before we continue?"

The eldest orphan nodded and took a few of the older ones with him. The rest stayed behind and sat with Ammy. They looked at her in interest then one raised a paw.

"Yes?" Ammy asked softly.

"You look pretty, but also not well. Can we tell you a story to make you feel better? Myrlene would tell us stories when we were sick, they always made us feel better."

Ammy nodded to the orphan. "Of course you can tell me stories. I like all stories."

For the rest of the afternoon Ammy and a gaggle of orphans did nothing but eat, drink soda, and listen to stories. Maybe she'd clean the store tomorrow, for now, it was simply heaven to be surrounded by young ones who bore no grudges against her.