A/N: Hiya, fellow readers/writers! This is (as you might have noticed from the title) from Gabe's point of view. It starts when Jonas decides to steal Gabe so he isn't released. Don't forget to review please! :D

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the The Giver or any of its characters.

A sudden jolt wakes me. I know immediately someone is picking me up. I know who it is, too – Jonas. He cares for me during the night sometimes.

I remember one of those nights, something strange happened. Everything was normal – I might or might not have been crying at the time – and all of a sudden Jonas laid his hand on my back and it was like I was in a different place. Just like that! There was this thing called a lake, water gathered in one big cup in the earth. And a sailboat on the lake, unlike anything I've ever seen. How I know the words to describe these things is beyond me, and nothing like it has ever happened again with Jonas, or any other person.

I feel Jonas's hands slide away from me as I am placed into a basket. Even in the dark, I can tell I have been in this basket before – just not with Jonas.

Everything is familiar, so I don't worry too much, but I am confused – why is Jonas taking me away from my sleeping space in the middle of the night? Night time is when everyone tells me to sleep, even if I'm not tired. This has never happened before.

Now the bike and basket start to move, with Jonas riding it. I want to see. I want it to be light. I want to see what was up ahead, where we are in the first place. Where are we going?

Then I remind myself that I am in good hands, and Jonas wouldn't ever do anything against the rules. Is this against the rules? I hope not.

Just the thought makes me start to cry. I don't want to get in trouble.

The bike stops suddenly, and I cry louder. I feel Jonas's hand on my back. I then feel pleasantly exhausted and fall asleep promptly.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the air. Something about it is different. More… moving. Yes, it moves more. I open my eyes and then shut them tightly. What I glimpsed at was frightening – and beautiful.

I peek one eye open again. The world is bright. It is beautiful.

It has color.

There is an endless, baby blue sky; there is rich, green grass; there is a blazing yellow-orange sun. I don't know how I can find the words to describe this new place.

Just like the lake and sailboat.

I cry because I am frightened. I cry because this is new. I don't like new things. I like normal. I like familiar.

I feel Jonas's hand on my back again and I am in a different place. I am in a rocking chair. It is peaceful, and soon, I drift off to sleep.

I wake in the basket again. I learn another word – cold. It is cold. No, it is freezing. It is freezing. I try to fall asleep, but the coldness keeps me alert, awake, and afraid. I cry desperately. It's so cold. Jonas gives me no comfort, no peaceful rocking chair, no pleasantly exhausted feeling.

It is so cold. Eventually, there is no cold. There is no feeling. A warm blackness wraps around me, and everything disappears.

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