Sorry for such a small chapter guys. Eventually things will slow down enough to where I can you know…pretend to be a writer.

Sandy let the strings of dream sand flow from his hands, conducting them like a well-manned orchestra. He wouldn't have compared himself to Mozart, but North certainly liked to give him trouble for it. It was the hair, he thought with a smile. It was always the hair.

He floated down lower toward the little city, floating past the houses and inspecting them. Not a nightmare in sight. It was when he floated up higher to get a better look at the city that he noticed it. A slight white glow in the middle of the night. Certainly not Jack, this was Hawaii. He watched onward as the glow came in for a landing.

It was Val again. She seemed to be working overtime. He shrugged and decided it was time to move on, but took one last sweep through the island. As he passed an old office building he heard a woman scream.

He jumped in surprise at the sharp noise, and floated to the top of a building to see where it had come from. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Val trying to stab another woman with an arrow while she played on her phone.

"Don't you understand that he's perfect, perfect, perfect?!" She shrieked, stabbing in tune with her rant. "Auuugh!"

She screamed again and whipped around, throwing the arrow across the street. Sandy was, to say the least, surprised. He might not have known Val on a very personal level, but he'd like to think they were friends. It was only then that he noticed a golden trickle of sand waving away from him.

He gasped and tried to pull it back, but the streams had personalities related to his subconscious. He tried explaining it once or twice to Jack, but the boy had an attention span of a goldfish.

He silently groaned as it wisped its way towards the aggressive Spirit of Love, and yanked it back as hard as he could. He fell back with a light thud, spinning the thread back to his center.

Val thought she heard something. She whipped around to see a slight glow on the rooftop, and growled. She whipped out another arrow and placed it in the bow, spreading her small wings and floating up to the roof. She leaned over the arch of the building, but there wasn't anything there other then a pile of leaves. She looked up, glaring. She knew she heard something.

She had told Jack very specifically that she didn't want his childish distractions while she was trying to work. But apparently, she needed to be a little more firm with what she meant.

It was then that she saw it; that little glow over on the next rooftop. She reacted before she could stop herself, cocking her arrow up and straight and firing it towards the glow.

There was a slight poof of golden sand and a volley of random letters and symbols. Val stopped breathing for a second when she realized who it was that she shot. She fluttered over to the roof and leaned over to see the Sandman jumping up and down holding his rear.

"Oh, Sandy! I'm sorry, what…what, are you and Jack following me or something?"

He shook his head, but pointed behind him and she noticed the arrow sticking out of his rear end like an odd tail. She made a grab at it but he bounced away from her, jabbing another image of arrows in behinds at her.

"Well, yes I know, would you hold-" She grabbed his shoulder and shoved him over, "on for five- seconds so I can take it out?"

She yanked it out, very unceremoniously. She stood back up straight holding the arrow, Sandy glaring up at her. He sent another round of images of himself lying on the ground and arrows flying around him like a school of sharks.

She tapped his head with the arrow gently, "Relax Sandy. They're made of light, they wouldn't hurt you."

He pursed his lips and sent up a picture of Jack Frost.

"It wouldn't have hurt him either, just a mild… prick."

Sandy raised his eyebrow at her and waggled a finger, floating up to meet her eye level. She respected him as a Guardian for certain, but it was hard not to have a slight attitude while she was trying to do her job. She sighed a bit, nodding her head as he floated in front of her face. "Yes, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Seeming satisfied, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. A picture of the island appeared above his head, and she shrugged a bit.

"I have places to be too, you know. Humans might be able to find a spouse, raise children." She sighed. "But finding your soul mate…that's completely different. There was a couple in this area I was hoping to unite. They might not have been soul mates, but they'd have made each other happy."

He smiled and nodded his head. But he noticed the bundle of arrows attached at her hip and pointed with a question mark over his head.

Val was uncomfortable with his question, but he seemed so good natured and concerned. She rolled her shoulders and shrugged again.

"I…I don't know. I find these people. I know they'll be good for each other. I mean, even the scroll is screaming for them to unite, but when I go to shoot… Nothing. It's like their own souls don't want the arrow." She sighed and sat down, Sandy still floating next to her. "I don't understand why. I've tried talking with the Lunar, but he's been silent to me for almost four centuries."

Sandy nodded, pointing at the moon. He made an image of himself talking with it, and Jack Frost appeared next to him. It was the last time he had talked to the Man on the Moon. When Jack was appointed the new Guardian. He pointed again and this time it was an image of her talking to the moon, but she shook her head.

"I've tried, Sandy. Everyday for what seems like years. He just…watches." He seemed put out, for certain. But made a volley of images that Val rolled her eyes to. "Yeah well, I wish he would 'mysteriously' tell me what's going on with my arrows. Humans need these."

The Dream-Weaver frowned, but nodded. He leaned over and patted her shoulder and started to float a little further off, sending an image of dust from his fingertips.

"Yeah, I need to go as well. You have a good evening, Sandman."

He nodded and waved, forming a cloud of dust to take him higher. Val watched him go, then looked back at her arrows. It was becoming a problem, but it was her problem. She would figure it out; she had to. She might not have been as well known as Santa Claus, but Valentines Day was her day to spread the love as much as possible. At the rate this was going, there might not be one.