What Had Happened On ‘Finding Serendipity’?

1. The silver string was caught by Baxterr with his flying wings and caught Tuesday, bringing her and Vivienne back to Vivienne’s house.

The string is dropped by Mothwood and Baxterr’s wings don’t grow so he cannot stop it. Tuesday jumps off the ship in order to find the silver string and drowns at sea. The pirates steal Baxterr from her.

2.   Vivienne decides not to go to the real world and stays back to the call of adventure.

Vivienne fights off most of the crew and saves Baxterr and finally Baxterr grows his wings and flies off to safety. Vivienne is unable to find Tuesday (she is assumed dead from drowning at sea) for a few hours so they fly back to the normal world without ‘The End’ due to Baxterr being in the normal world long enough to be apart of it and he isn’t the writer of the book (It’s Tuesday’s) so he can escape.

3. Tuesday reunites with her family and with Serendipity, they end Tuesday’s book with ‘The End’ string.

Vivienne informs Dennis and Serendipity of their daughter’s death which pushes Serendipity in a deep depression and begins writing about her daughter, Tuesday in a new book series ‘Tuesday’s Misadventures.’

ALTERNATE ENDING:

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She hoped Mothwood would believe her bluff. She knew there was no way she and Baxterr could get home without the ball of string.

“Oh well then,” he sarcastically remarked, “If it doesn’t matter I’ll just toss it overboard.”

He lurched slowly towards the railing.

“Are you sure it doesn’t matter?” he asked, looking back at her.

“Yes,” replied Tuesday, her jaw clenched in a nervous voice.

And then she relaxed.

“Yes,” she repeated, “I’m quite sure it doesn’t matter.”

And in that moment she suddenly and absolutely believed everything that would be all right. If he threw the thread overboard, she might never get home. She would have to stay here in this strange land forever but she would never abandon Baxterr or Vivienne. Not for anything in the world.

“Let’s see if you truly mean that,” Mothwood exclaimed.

Mustering all his strength, Mothwood heaved the silver ball out over the ocean. It flew in a high arc, quickly plummeting down into the monstrous rough ocean waves. Suddenly, a splash was heard but it wasn’t from the string… instead, it was Tuesday. Baxterr saw what happened and began barking loudly, trying to break free from the pirates that were taking him down under the deck of the ship; his bark rang the pirates’ ears as they quickly covered them with their hands after leaving him trapped.

Vivienne did not panic. She managed to fight off most of the pirates and quickly hurried to retrieve Baxterr while Mothwood and his crew were distracted by Tuesday’s departure. Vivienne went down under the deck and discovered that Baxterr had grown white, feathery wings sprouting out from his back widely- he was a flying dog after all.

“No time to lose,” Vivienne whispered to Baxterr, “Take us away from the ship. They will realise we’re still here very soon and have us dead.”

Baxterr quiet in the dark corner of crates, dragged himself poorly to Vivienne where Vivienne got on top of him as they flew out of the ship dramatically- Mothwood’s crew were too busy pondering on Tuesday to notice the escape of the two adventurers. Baxterr flapping his wings over the blue teary ocean, eventually arrived back at Vivienne’s treehouse. Baxterr was whimpering throughout the entire trip.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll search for her- she won’t be lost. Alas, I’d never leave a friend behind,” she reassured Baxterr.

“Just stay here- it’s not safe for you to go back there, I’ll be back with Tuesday before you know it!” Vivienne faked a smile as she blurted the words out of her mouth.

Before Baxterr could disagree, she took her ship The Silverfish out into the ocean again to seek her beloved and trusted friend. Baxterr lay on the beachy sand, tired and lonely and drowsily fell asleep before it was even sunset.

With moonlight peaking through the shade of the green ferns beside Baxterr, he had awoken to only Vivienne sitting next to him with a frown. She touched him gently with a comforting pat, whispering quietly, “I can’t find her, I’m sorry.”

Baxterr had a bitter taste in his mouth, he couldn’t sense Tuesday any longer; all he could smell was the salty and savoury sea. The pair lay on the beach with melancholy for a while before Baxterr began to ‘arf’ repeatedly.

His nose pointed to the skies, as his eyes were on Vivienne.

“Is that where you have come from? I’m sure you can take us there, this isn’t your adventure after all. It was Tuesday’s. I’ll have to inform her loved ones of her passing,” Vivienne exclaimed, in a serious tone. “You’ve probably been in your world long enough to be able to come back even though you really belonged here.”

Baxterr spread his wings as Vivienne hopped onto him; they were going back home without Tuesday. He flew gracefully through the sad misty night, whimpering as he went further away from the sea and closer to home. Eventually, he made it to the clouds, going even further to find his way back home.

When he arrived back home in the compact confinement he always had lived in, it was dim and only one room had its lights on- the attic. He went towards the open window in the attic and stepped onto the little perch with his wings evaporating into nothing. He was home, but it didn’t feel like it. Baxterr went inside, Vivienne following.

The sound of sniffing and some crying were heard across the room, behind a velvet armchair that was revealed to be from Tuesday’s mother, Serendipity Smith. Along with her was Dennis, her husband, who had been trying to comfort her for the past few hours. Baxterr barked twice to grab their attention, as they turned around to find him and Serendipity’s fictional protagonist, Vivienne Small.

Murmuring and even more sniffing occurred as Serendipity ran across to Vivienne asking with a worried voice, “Where is my daughter?”

She wasn’t even fazed with the thought that Vivienne had come into the real world, and was more focused on what happened to Tuesday.

“She plunged into the ocean to retrieve that silver string that Mothwood had taken from her. I couldn’t find her for half a day and I searched the whole sea,” Vivienne replied.

Dennis let out  a sigh, coming towards Baxterr and Vivienne too as he said, “It’s my fault. I led her astray when she wasn’t ready.”

All of a sudden, a string glided through the window, landing into Serendipity’s hands. The End.

Tueday had not ended the book. She had ended herself.

A strand of blonde hair was caught in the string, it was Tuesday’s. Vivienne was in total denial that she had drowned prior but this only proved her wrong; Tuesday had found the string, but only it came back, without her. Serendipity couldn’t believe her eyes, they were welling up with tears streaming down like a waterfall dripping into a puddle as her mouth became wide. She had lost her daughter, her daughter she would never see again, and she never got to spend time with her because she had been writing the last book of the Vivienne Small Series.

It was ironic enough that writing the last book, Tuesday had set out an adventure to find her own mother in the strange fantasy of magical books that literally came to life, even though Serendipity herself had already returned home when Tuesday journeyed to a whole different plane of existence; a dimension that defied any logic. Serendipity, still crying, faltered hesitantly to the old typewriter where Tuesday had begun this peregrination. She knew it needed to be done, a tribute to her treasured daughter that only a few people would remember had she not have told anybody. She placed the string lightly atop of the paper, where Tuesday had been writing her book about finding her mother… when the string enlightened to a golden glow, moving itself to be a cursive ‘The End’. Tuesday’s book, seemingly heartwarming, ending so utterly bittersweet.

A Year Later…

“Sugar, can you pass the maple syrup?” Dennis cheerfully asked.

“Sure thing, you’re making pancakes again? This is the best! Thank you,” Vivienne responded, smiling. As she passed the syrup, fair footsteps had crossed into the room- Serendipity Smith.

“Good morning! How’s the pancakes, Vivi? I’m sure they taste great…” Serendipity said, trailing off as she chuckled. She took a plate of three pancakes spread evenly with syrup from her sweet Vivienne as she went upstairs to the attic. The room was bright for the first time in a year. The curtains no longer covered the window, as the sun shined through like a bright smile. In a steady pace, Serendipity sat back down onto her velvet chair in front of the typewriter. The black rectangular box of the ball of string had carefully been opened prior for the near ending of Serendipity’s new book. She was the world’s best author and her fellow global fans have been craving for more after the ending of Vivienne Small.

Serendipity placed the plate of pancakes down next to the typewriter and picked up the string, placing it on the bottom of the paper… engraving ‘The End,’ once more like it had done so many times before. Only this time, it was with acceptance. Her real daughter, although gone, she had come to terms with the fact that she’d never see her again but she would be kept alive in the heart of Dennis, herself and Vivienne who had been adopted shortly after Tuesday’s passing when she decided to retire from her adventures in the book world. Not only that, but Tuesday would be revived in the everlasting new book series, ‘Tuesday’s Misadventures: A Tribute To My Daughter’.