Second Earth
"Okay grandpa, see you then!" Bobbi waved to her great-grandfather and skipped off out of the subway station. It was the year 2080, and Saint Dane was finally stopped.

In the Only left building in Ibarra, Saint Dane (Or Renaldo, as he was known on his home planet) was put in a jail that he would not be able to escape from for all of his life.

Bobby Pendragon smiled lightly and waved. He wheeled his wheelchair into hte elevator that took him up to his appartment, and waited for Bobbi to get home.

"Hey, Bobbi!" Bobbi's friend, Francesca, called to her. "What took you so long? The bell rang 10 minutes ago! We have to get to class." Francesca
grabbed Bobbi's arm and ran to class with her.

"Sorry I'm late," Bobbi commented to her teacher, Mr. Diamond. "I got... erm, backtracked."

"Sit down, young lady," Mr. Diamond remarked, pointing to her seat, "And
I don't want you to be late again."

Mr. Diamond, or Mark Diamond, as you know him, went to MIT and graduated, and went back to Stony Brook to teach 8th grade Science.
Bobbi sat down reluctantly and took out her notbook. After class, Bobbi took Francesca outside.

"What are you doing?" she asked Bobbi, "We're going to get in trouble!"

"We're meeting my great-grandfather," Bobbi told her.

"What? That old oof? He's insane! I've heard those stories he tells you, flying off to these 'terricstories' or whatever..."

"They're territories."

"Whatever. The point is, you want us to skip school to meet up with your loony grandfather? No way."

"He said he's got icecream," Bobbi nodded convincingly.

"I'm there!" Francesca replied and walked down the empty street to
Bobby's appartment.

Mark Diamond smiled and closed the curtain in which he was gazing upon them.

Bobbi got into the elevator and shot up to the 23 floor. She walked to appartment 4750 and knocked. "It's open," the raspy voice called. Bobbi opened the door and stepped inside along with Francesca.

"Have a seat," Bobby told them, gesturing towards the couch across from
them.

"This was very hard for me when I found out," he started once they sat down, "and I don't want you guys to freak out either. "Follow me," he said walking to the door.

When Bobbi and Fransesca got up, he opened the door and let them out first. He walked them in the elevator.

"Where are we going?" Bobbi asked.

"We are going to the subway station, but not where you think. We're going to a part that hasn't been used in over 100 years. We're going to the flume."

"What's a flume?" Francesca asked Bobbi. "I think it's the thing my grandfather said he used to go to different territories," Bobbi said nervously.

"Are you kidding me!" Fransesca remarked, "There's no ice cream here,
and your grandfather wants to take us to his loopy land? I'm not going!"
Bobbi and Fransesca argued for a while on the way to the station, when Bobbi noticed something. It was faint at first, but the ring on Bobby's left finger started to glow slightly. It slowly because brighter and brighter.
"That ring of yours, the one you used when you got married, why is it glowing?" Bobbi asked.

"You'll soon find out. Follow me," Bobby remarked softly into the dark and gloomy subway station.

"Stay close, and stay as close to the wall as you can," Bobby commanded, so they wouldn't touch the third rail. They walked down for about 30 minutes and eventually reached the door with the flume. Suddenly, Bobbi heard a growl.

Apparently, Bobby heard it too, because he said, "Bobbi, come with me. Fransesca, use this," he paused for a second and handed her a pen," to teleport back to your home and wait there. Oh, and take this," he took out two rings and handed them to both of them.

Fransesca knew that the pen teleported. She then asked, "What will I be waiting for?"

"You'll be waiting for the ring to glow, and soft music to play. When it does, lay the ring down and wait. We have to go, Bobbi." the growling got louder and louder until they could see the dogs. "Teleport now!" Bobby yelled.

Fransesca teleported and Bobbi folowed her great-grandfather into the room. She quickly shut the door, and realized that the room was small.

"Those dogs are going to kill us! This door's not strong, and there's nowhere we can go!"

"Oh, yes there is," Bobby replied.

"Where?" Bobbi asked. Bobby then smiled. "Cloral!" he yelled, and they were off.

Cloral
Hey, Fran. You'll never believed what's happened to me, and all in one day.

Actually, I don't know how long it's been since I've seen you. My grandfather says That time is different for every territory. He says that it could be a month on one territory and 10 years on another; it's kind of confusing.

Anyway, I don't have time to tell you about that, what I need to write about is Victor Dane.

When I last saw you, I entered that tiny room and shut the door behind me. My grandfather yelled a name, 'Cloral,' I think it was. Suddenly, I could hear music. It was very faint at first, but it became louder and louder.

The beautiful notes are very hard to explain... even though they are all jumbled up, they make the most perfect of light sounds. When I looked towards where the music was coming from, I saw a blue light coming towards me. I closed my eyes and winced because I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I wish I hadn't.

I opened them about a minute later, to see what seemed like my grandfather and I floating in space. It wasn't space, really; more like a mixture of our clouds and and space.

About 30 seconds later, my grandfather said, "Hold your breath!" I wasn't sure what he meant until we were dropped off into a pool of water.

When I came up from the water, I looked around at my surroundings. It seemed we were in an underground cavern, about the size of two tennis courts. There were thousands of green, leafy vines that grew right out of the stone and draped over the rocks like a curtain.

"Isn't this the place you described in your story?" I asked him. "This, is Cloral," he said, snapping off a small yellow thing that looked like some sort of fruit. He handed it to me.

"Eat this," he said to me, "and put those clothes on." He pointed to clothes in the corner. There were two sets, and they were the strangest sets of clothes I had ever seen.

I reluctantly took a bite of the fine smelling fruit. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted! "What is this?" I asked.

"It's a Grendim, but there's not time for that. You need to put those clothes on. Chop, chop."

Typical grandpa, always trying to rush things. I quickly dressed into the suit that fit me perfectly. I slipped the slippers on, and ran across a helmet.

The helmet looked like the ones astronauts wear, but smaller. It had a small gizmo attached to the back of it that looked like a silver harmonica. I slipped it off and was awestruck when it slowly started to change shape! I yanked it off.

"What was that?" I asked. My grandpa laughed. "Clorians, they are way advanced. They have some incredible technology.

"What was it doing?" I asked, aggrivated.

"It was forming to your head. It will stop as soon as it has perfectly fit your head. Don't worry, it's safe. My Uncle got me to wear it, and I'm fine, aren't I?"

I decided to put it on. 'This is a dream, anyway,' I thought, 'It can't do anything to me.' When I slipped it on, it took the shape of my head. My grandfather changed, too, and I asked when he was done, "How do we get out of here?"

Once again, he smiled. "Going down!" He said and dived into the water. I sighed, and did the same.

How was I supposed to know that I could breathe with that helmet?

When we had jumped, I held my breath for as long as I could. I wasn't sure what the helmet could do; it could make me breath in poison for all I knew.

Apparently my grandfather noticed, because he told me to breath. I didn't until I couldn't hold it any longer. I took a deep breath.

It was just like normal air. On earth, the tanks are filled with helium and make you sound strange when you come up. With these tanks, not only do they take in the exact amout of oxygen you need, you can talk perfectly through them.

"Where are we going?" I asked my grandfather.

"We're going to find out what's going wrong with this territory. Now, I remember what was wrong with it when I was younger, about your age, and when I found out that the entire territory was underwater."

"Wait, the entire territory is underwater?" I asked, "What, are they fish?"
My grandfather lauged. I was starting to get impatient with him. "That was my first thought when I arrived here. Come on. stay close to me, and be careful of the quigs."

"Quigs?" I said, swimming to the top. "Bobbi, you have to come with me. They're probably not even here at this time of day, but if they are, you've got to swim as fast as you can, and I can keep them away for as long as I can. Got it?"

I could not believe what he was saying. Of course, he told me in his stories that quigs were all different for each territory, and that the creatures were very dangerous. He wanted me to swim without fear of them coming?

"I'm not saying I want you to be fearless," he said to me, almost reading my mind, "But you have to understand that if thos shark quigs get to us, that that was the way it was meant to be."

That was the last thing he ever said to me, because just then, a quig came and killed my grandfather.

I couldn't believe it. I had been taken to a distant territory, and my grandfather had gotten eaten by a quig. Great day, huh?

As I write this, I am laughing. Yes, laughing. Right now you are probably thinking, 'What? She's laughing after her grandfather was eaten?' so, let me explain it.

I watched the quig and noticed something. In my grandfather's stories, he had always said specifically that all quigs have yellow eyes. This one didn't. The sharklike creature had very lightblue eyes, and strangely enough, it had a helmet on, like the one I had.