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Marshal Lee stood there سے طرف کی the window, shocked to see the Fionna was standing behind him.
"Hey Marshal!" She answered to his stunned face.
"What are آپ doing here?" Marshal asked.
Fionna just laughed and smiled. "I live here! This is mine and Cake's house!"
Not that she mentioned it, it did look familiar… "Wait…" he began asking. "What am I doing here?"
"O, I was walking across the field when I saw some lump sitting in the middle of the grass. When I got closer, I saw it was a شرٹ, قمیض with a bat underneath it. I suspected it was you." She laughed at the thought of seeing Marshal asleep under...

Marshal Lee flew through the early afternoon air, umbrella in hand and his bag and axe باس, گھنگھور slung over his shoulder. He never looked up, down یا sideways. He kept his eyes forward, his face without a single trace of emotion on his face. "Did I pass it?" Marshal thought. "I should have seen it سے طرف کی now…" As if سے طرف کی cue, a mass of land came in through the clearing. He slowed down as he came closer to the mass and landed once he saw a sign. The sign was old and withered with age. Marshal traced the surface and was able to interpret the writing. "Star Hill." He barely whispered. "I finally made it."...