The first thing he does is open his eyes. Stale air fills his lungs as his heart jerks alive, pumping fresh blood into his system. His body twitches, his mouth opening in a frightened gasp.

The crashing hurricane had been replaced by bleak cement walls, the frigid waves replaced by warm blankets and a soft pillow, . The gasp caught in his throat as Yancy realized that it had just been a dream.

He smiled ruefully, mentally scolding himself for letting a nightmare get ahold of him. Even now the memories of it were beginning to slip away, fading out into oblivion, yet for some strange reason the faint sense of terror remained.

Frowning, he rolled over, giving a yawn. "Hey kid, you awake? What time is it?"

No response.

'Raleigh?" He bent over the edge of the top bunk, cocking an eyebrow at the neatly made bed below him. Raleigh NEVER made his bed, even when he wasn't in a hurry.

Bare feet pressed against the chilly floor as he slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom. "Hey?" The door hung open, the shower dark. His younger brother wasn't in the room.

Putting his hands on his hips, he backed up, a faint sense of suspicion gnawing the back of his neck. His brother was never the one to let Yancy sleep in, nor did he ever leave for breakfast without him. Something was up.

"Alright, kid, I'll play along with your game," giving a light-hearted sigh, he pulled on some pants and a t-shirt, grabbed his shoes then slipped out the door.

An unnatural stillness greeted him in the hallway, the only noise being the low hiss of the air as it passed through the vents. He tried to shrug the eerie feeling off as he began to walk. Surely some of the shatter dome crew would know what Raleigh was up to.

Each empty hallway brought him a new sense of dread. His ears ached for the cacophony of passing workers and the crackling of the loud speaker as the Marshal issued orders, but it was all silent.

He didn't start worrying till he stood in the empty hanger, devoid of any equipment or Gipsy Danger. Everything looked remarkably clean for a place that was soaked in grease and jaeger parts just yesterday.

"Raleigh?" His call echoed around the hanger, the sudden loneliness in his voice coming back to hit him in the face.

There was no Raleigh, no crew, and no jaeger. He was stuck in the dome.

And he was entirely alone.


((TOBECONTINUED! reviews are always appreciated. please tell me if I should continue this :3 ))