All was quiet in the dark of the night. Midnight struck in the small town as Sandman filled children's heads of happy dreams and hopes of tomorrow. Suddenly, a strong breeze shot through the peace, carrying a boy with it. The boy smirked mischievously as he flew around in the air. Snowflakes trailed after him, falling to the cold earth. The boy landed on the top of a light pole and admired the new scenery that he made. Snow and ice covered everything. He sighed. "Now, that's moe I like it," he said with a smile. The sound of a door opening filled the quiet night, turning the boy's attention to the source. A twelve year old boy ran out of the front of a house, still in his pajamas. "Jack! Hey, Jack Frost!" Jack smiled and flew down until he was standing in front of the boy. "Hey, Jamie. Been a while hasn't it?" The boy nodded enthusiastically. Jack smiled at Jamie. He hadn't seen the boy since Pitch last tried to rid of the Guardians. "What's happened since I have been away?" Jamie looked down, suddenly sad. "All of my friends stopped believing in you. I'm all that's left. But, I do tell all of the young kids about you, so they can believe." Jack smiled, feeling pity for the boy, knowing Jamie couldn't tell any one of his friends that he still believed. "Thank you, Jamie. You are a good friend." As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, a ribbon of colorful, fluorescent lights filled the sky. North was calling him to the pole. All Jack could think was that Pitch had come back for revenge. Jamie looked at Jack and nodded before running back into his house. Jack slowly stood, staring up into the sky. His hand clutched to his staff, gripping it until he could feel the wood creak from pressure in his palm."Wind! Take me to the Pole," Jack shouted out loud, seconds before shooting off into the air, quickly flying to the North Pole. Something was wrong, all that was left to know was what it was this time.