I don't like too many chapters in these stories so for most of them, if you really like them, you have to put me on the author alert list-last time I'm saying it. Anyways, I hope you take it all in and like it.

Did I die? All I can see is black surrounding me. What happened to me?

Moonlight Town…a storm…Seth. Where was he…?

My eyes finally open to a dark green color. Slowly, I start moving my numb fingers and analyzing the area with touch. Pointy and stubby-grass, and a lot of it.

When I begin to push up, my body gives up and I flop back down on my chest. I take in a deep breath and exhale, smelling only the grass. So far, I can feel my upper body, excluding my fingers.

"One," I whisper sharply. "Two, three…"

My hands push up against the grass and I manage to slide onto my knees. My weary eyes jump around, accessing this strange place. It's not the beach, and I've never seen this place by my house. If it were another island, then I would smell the sea, see palm and coconut trees swaying in the breeze, and this place would have an island feel to it.

A grassy field at nighttime, without moonlight or stars-this is not Moonlight Beach. In the corner of my right eye are tall deciduous trees leading to another part of this mysterious place.

"S-" the words remain stuck in my throat. Everything that happened on Moonlight Beach comes back to me like a boomerang. Where's the beach? Where are the palm trees and the turquoise sand? Seth-where is he?

"Seth!" His name comes out strong. "Seth? Where are you? Can you hear me-Seth!"

My legs wobble as they carry me towards the tall trees far away. A drop of water falls on my nose. As I glance up to the sky more water pelts my face. Wobbling turns into walking, and then into running as I hurry to get to the trees. In an instant, the rain is pouring, soaking my clothes and shoes.

I take some shade under the trees, panting as I nearly collapse on it. I notice my backpack lying by another tree, with some of its contents spilled on the ground. I throw myself at the other tree, quickly gather the food on the ground, using the pouring rain as a sink to wash the dirt off them, and then stuff them in the bag. With the bag hanging off my shoulder, I scurry through the forest of trees with the rain weighing me down.

"Seth! Are you here?"

Only the thunder replies. I slip and fall face-flat on the drenched ground. Water, either tears or mud, streams down my face as I pick myself up and continue to speed through the trees. I throw the branches and leaves out of my water-soaked face and trip over a large pebble. This time I catch myself and land flat on my feet on grass-free ground.

The lightening in the sky reveals the path I'm standing on. One end goes into the street while the other leads elsewhere. At the crack of thunder, I zoom down the right, leading elsewhere. Maybe I can find shelter down there. I am right-a moderate-sized shingle style house reposes stilly in the middle of this storm.

I knock on the door gently, suppressing the urge to break down the door. "Hello? Can someone hear me, hello?" After knocking a couple more time, I bang on it with my fist and cry out, "Hello! Somebody!"

I sigh sadly and turn around. My head drops to the welcome mat, which smiles up at me with its smiley face. Anxiously I bend down, throw the welcome mat to the side and pick up the spare key. I face the door and unlock the door.

"I'm coming in!" I announce as I tilt the door open and step inside. "Anyone in here?"

Guilt stabs my chest. I shouldn't be in here, I could get in really big trouble for doing this, but it's so cold and wet outside. I have to crash here, just for the night.

My perfect night vision gives me a quick scan of the interior of the house that I don't feel like digesting. In the back of the house is an oak, C-shaped staircase leading to the second story. My shoes slop on each step, making as much noise as possible so that the people living here can hear me, climbing the stairs with water dripping off me, and begin knocking on each of the doors.

"Hello?" I slowly push the door open to see a pleasant-looking bedroom. Nobody lies in the jasmine-themed bed sheets and I don't see anyone. I don't really care about anything else in the room because my eyes are ready to close. I throw off the drenched bag and dress, leave them by the staircase railing, and then climb under the sheets.

Seth where are you? I promise, I'll do everything I can to find you. I just need to rest now…