I slipped through the Pooka shaped opening for the second time that night. After shimmying my dresser back over my own personal rabbit hole. Bunny made it for me years ago, thinking I may need it. It's probably how Jack and my brother were using get down to the Warren later on tonight. I can only hope they don't notice I'm gone. Hoisting my bag onto my back and make my way down to the Warren.

"About time you got here." Bunnymund scolded. He was setting up him self a nest by a lazy stream.

"Green?" I asked looking down at the shimmering liquid.

" Spring green. I'm getting' a little tired of blue and white."

"Agreed!"

"Where's your coat?" Bunnymund asked suspiciously while we walked through the trail once more.

I shouldered my pack indicating its contents.

"I still don't understand why U need it. If we have Jack's staff why do I need to worry?"

"Frost's powers don't come from his staff. The staff only helps him control his power. Without it who knows how he will react?"

What if he gets mad? I was about to ask but we've already come to the end of the trail. We were as far East as the Warren can get. Backed against the wall was my destination. "I can't even see it! That's so cool!" I exclaimed circling around the pit fall trap. "Are you sure its safe?"

"Sure it is. I've used the softest grass I could find. It will be like landing on pillows… What time is it now?"

I looked down at my watch "12:36"

"We should be getting back the. Get your coat out and stash the rest up in that tree."

I did as told then checked my markers on the way back towards the Easter paint stream.

Crouching in a bush I felt sweat drip down my exhausted limbs. The leaves rustled as I shifted my 's ears twitched and he sighed at my involuntary noise. I couldn't help it; the angle I was in was extremely comfortable!

I heaved my own sigh, wondering if Jamie had noticed I was gone and called the whole prank off. Just as I was going to voice this to The Pooka… but his ears twitched then laid flat against his skull.

I froze. My heart pounding in my ears made it difficult to hear anything for a while. Closing my eyes I strained to hear any sound. And there it was the soft pad and chuckle of teenage boys on a mission.