Dib POV

"Gaz! Gaz! Ugh, where did she go?" I grumbled to myself, pushing people out of the way to see if my sister was anywhere near me. I ignored my special handcuffs cutting into my side as they got jostled from their casing. I would deal with it later. I saw a glimpse of her hair and went a little faster. I saw her turn and she was gone. Suddenly my hearing was gone and so were the people in the hall. I looked around to see myself standing in a cave with Gaz in someone's arms. She was bleeding and the boy holding her was crying. "No…NO!" He yelled, looking up and I noticed he was an alien. I tried to grab my cuffs and take him away, arrest him, but my feet were frozen in place. Tears began to fall off of my face. I looked around again and I was back in the hallway of the high school. I hope that wasn't reality…

Gaz POV

I walked to my classroom a little bit late, but almost no one was there. Except for Ms. Bitters (Why is that old hag still alive?) and a boy I had never seen before. He had black hair and greenish skin. His eyes were an ocean blue but had red tint on the whites. I set my stuff down and tried to walk out of the classroom, but before I could get to the door I heard the old hag's voice growl at me, "Ms. Membrane, what do you think you are doing? I did not give you permission to leave the classroom. Now, sit down back in your seat." "No." I heard myself say. I stopped and grabbed the doorknob. "No, I won't sit down. The class isn't full and you aren't saying anything worth my while. So if you will excuse me." I turned the handle and expected to find the crowded middle school hallway, but instead saw a whole new world, full of terror and death. I looked around at the graveyard and came to a realization. "Vampire piggy slayer…" I thought. I heard the sound of wings flapping and the squealing of pigs. Thinking quickly, I grasped the sword's hilt and pulled it out of the leather holder. I chopped one of the pigs in half and then a dozen more. Soon my hair was out of its original tight bun, and the hat had flown off of my head as the battle progressed. My clothes had been ripped by the close calls with the pink squealing balls of terror. My cape, hair, and other clothing was splattered and/or drenched in green blood. I ran behind a tombstone and forgot that this was all in my head, and passed out in the middle of battle, my whole world going black.