Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except Jonas. All the characters belong to Roger Price, darnit.

Although, the story is mine. Enjoy! (Takes place after "Elemental Connection")

This story's perspective is told from Kevin Wilson, a Tomorrow Person, who's been absent from the group for a while. The story from now on, will be told in Jonas' perspective.

Telepathic/Private thoughts/conversation are in italics

Elemental Connection: "Ocean's Call": Prologue

I twisted and turned fitfully in my bed, covers tangling my legs, and cold sweat on my body. Dreams plagued me. One Dream in particular. As it always came. New people. New dreams.

Twisting my head back and forth, trying to block out the fearfully real dreams, I kept seeing the Ship. As I had been there before. Strange images flitted in and out. Tomorrow People teleporting in and out, wielding flame, earth, wind, and water. The Ship seeming to shake on its own volition. Faces of unknown Tomorrow People floated into my conciousness, but were quickly forgotten. One face lingered in my mind, admist a raging ocean, that didn't look recognizeable.

I sat up, with shaking hands, blinking confusedly, gazing around my darkened bedroom, groping for the light switch on my lamp. The room was flooded with dim light, illuminating the messy room, with clothes strewn all over the place, and a bookshelf across from me.

That was another one. What did it mean? There are NO Tomorrow People with Elements. Am I just dreaming, or is...this, what I think this is? A new ...? Naw.

Shaking my head in denial, at this thought. / How could there be? No. There can't be. I must not go back. I have to be normal/

Thumping the bed at my sides with my fists, I sighed frustratedly.

As I glanced at my alarm clock, it read 3:30am. Damn. I needed my sleep. I knew I couldn't sleep until I figured this nightmare out.

It DID feel like one of those dreams, like the one I had of Lisa. True, I haven't had any other ones in a long while. But should I contact the Tomorrow People again? Should I talk to Megabyte? The last evoked a memory of Megabyte and I, talking on the sand, right after the Mosquito incident...

The breeze was steady, as the sun shone down, onto the shores of Taphini Island.

"Megabyte?" I spoke quietly, to catch his attention.

Absent-mindedly, he looked at me, pulling his attention from the quiet lapping of the ocean.

"Yeah, Kevin?"

"I just...decided something." I spoke softly, but with an undercurrent that he could not have missed.

He nodded slowly, as if he knew. "You're ...leaving us, aren't you?" His voice caught slightly, but he managed to clear his throat, looking down at his hands intently.

I sighed, intertwining my fingers, and looked at him again. "...Yes. I want to see if I can be normal."

Megabyte exhaled sharply, and stared at me with intense eyes. "Why? Why now? Why do you have to?"

I pulled away from his agonized expression, and forced the words out. "...I.. have to. I just nearly got killed. I don't want to go through that again."

I abruptly stood up. I looked behind, and down at Megabyte, who was staring at me with an emotion I couldn't identify, but knew how he felt.

I looked at my feet, partially covered in the sand. As I turned toward Megabyte, I noticed he made no move to restrain me from leaving. True, who in the world could? Even that sobering realization made me pause. The fact that Megabyte didn't try, made me realize...He knew what I was going through.

He answered my private thoughts, as if he had overheard them, with a small nod, and a curved smile, as if to reassure me that he'd be here when or if I decided to come back.

I nodded quickly. Closing my eyes, I concentrated, vanishing from the surroundings in a bright flash of static.

That memory had left a lump in my throat. I did miss the others, but was it worth it? Idly kneading my tangled covers, I sighed. I could be stubborn when I had to. No. They could handle this on their own, if this was indeed one of my dreams. I had to prove I could still be normal.

Sidling down the covers, after a moment of untangling them, I laid my head against the pillow, oddly troubled. They could handle this...couldn't they? Sleep quickly overtook me, before I had a chance to think.

End Prologue