This doesn't start off in Amelia's POV, just a warning. I like how this part turned out, but Amelia isn't in this part so i figured she couldn't tell us this part of the story. ^_^

The Next Morning

The next morning, Edward woke up to an annoying and slightly painful ache in his neck.

"Aw, geez," Edward mumbled to himself as he sat up slowly, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. He reached back with his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, moving it from side to side slowly.

"Why'd I fall asleep here?" Edward mumbled to himself. As he looked around the room, his memory came back to him like a bolt of lightning. Edward looked down at his desk, expecting to see the bag exactly where he had left it and was greatly distressed to discover it was not there.

"Oh no, oh no," he whispered worriedly. Edward's eyes swept across his desk, as he desperately tried to locate the little bag. After no luck of finding it, Edward got up out of his chair, pushed up the wrinkled sleeves of his shirt and got down on the floor. He crawled around the whole room, growing more panicked with every second that passed without discovering the little bag.

"Not good, not good," he said under his breath, standing up after deciding that the bag had left the room. He fiddled with his glasses, trying to decide what to do. Just then though, he heard someone walking about on the floor above him, so he raced up the stairs to the kitchen. Edward discovered his older brother, Samuel, standing in front of the stove in his plaid pajama pants with a skillet in hand. Samuel turned his head towards his brother, who was standing in the doorway looking quite panic-stricken.

"What's wrong with you?" Samuel asked him quizzically. "You look like a mess; you've got sand all over your pants. Did you sleep at your desk all night?" Samuel went on, turning back to the stove and stirring some eggs in the skillet with a spatula.

"You saw me there last night?" Edward managed to ask him, worry in his voice.

"Yeah, was I not supposed to?" Samuel answered, turning to him and giving him a puzzled look. Samuel quickly brushed it aside though, turning back to his eggs, "Oh, Ed. Last night I didn't have enough sand for all the people on my list. I had to come back and get some more."

Edward went as white as a sheet (even though naturally he was really quite pale) and he seemed as if he was going to become sick. He grabbed the door frame to steady himself.

"I was in a hurry, so I grabbed a little bag that was on your desk, I hope that's okay," Samuel said, scraping his scrambled eggs onto a plate and turning off the stove. Samuel turned around quickly as he heard a loud thump come from the doorway and found Edward lying unconscious on the floor in a crumpled mess.

"Ed, what's wrong?" Samuel asked as he rushed to his brother's side. "Hey," Samuel said, patting Edward's cheek, "Wake up."

"Huh," Edward said groggily, his eyes fluttering open.

"Are you alright?"

"AH!" Edward said, sitting up quickly. "NO! No, I'm NOT!" Edward turned towards his brother, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Sam, the sand you took was DIFFERENT sand," he said, the pitch of his voice rising.

"You mean sand you . . . modified?"

"Yes," Edward said, nodding his head vigorously.

"Well, it can't be that bad. Was it the one where the sleeper doesn't dream about goldfish? Or where they dream of an endless supply of their favorite candy?"

"No. No. Quite different from all that," Edward said, his voice dripping with dread, as his hands slipped off Samuel's shoulders.

"So, what type of sand did I use?" Samuel asked; he was starting to become a little nervous due to his brother's reaction.

"The bag of magic sand that you grabbed has the ability to make true the dreams of the dreamer it is sprinkled on," Edward tried to calmly explain.

"Make true?" Samuel asked.

"As in they really happen . . . In real life," Edward explained. A moment went by as Samuel processed all of this new information.

"WHAT?" he yelled, grabbing Edward by the shoulders. "BLOODY HELL, ED! This is GREAT!" Samuel shouted, his sarcasm not wasted on Ed.

"Well, wait. How many people did you use it on?" Edward said, trying to calm his angry older brother: Samuel can be pretty scary when he wants to be. Samuel sighed, trying to calm his nerves.

"One. An Amy … or Amelia something or other?" he said, trying to remember.

"Well, that's better than twenty people or a hundred," Edward said, smiling in relief. Samuel just looked at him as if he were crazed before he released Edward's shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, how does it work?" Samuel asked.

"I'm not even sure if it does," Edward answered, becoming more at ease with Samuel calming down.

"Of course it works, you made it after all," Samuel said as he dismissed Edward's doubt. Edward beamed at him, Samuel noted this and frowned.

"This is no time to enjoy praise, Ed," Samuel said.

"Right," Edward agreed. "Well, if it works the way I planned for it to, the dreams of the dreamer would come true the day after the dreams were dreamt. You follow me?"

"Yes," Samuel said, "does it only work the one time it's sprinkled on the sleeper, or does it last a month like your goldfish sand?"

"Well … I'm not exactly sure. I did make it stronger than my other sands. After all, this sand doesn't just change someone's thoughts, but brings their thoughts to life. No matter how outrageous they may be."

"So if this Amy/Amelia girl dreams about a fire breathing dragon, it's going to come to … life?" Samuel asked.

"Yes," Edward admitted begrudgingly. "But, I didn't fully finish the sand yet, so there might be a chance it doesn't work quite right. That could be a good thing though, right?" Edward asked uncertainly.

Samuel ran his hand through his dark hair, "We'll have to see. I'll have to shadow her today to make sure her dreams don't do too much damage." He looked up at the clock on the wall. "Well, Miss Amy/Amelia should be waking up soon."

"Why do you think that?" Edward said, looking at the clock too.

"Well, she's a teenage girl and today's a school day. I imagine that she'll probably be getting up soon to get ready for school."

Edward smiled at him duly impressed, "That's why you're the Sandman."

BACK TO AMELIA'S POV:

It was 7:00 o'clock in the morning when my alarm went off, I woke up to the sound of high pitched beeping. I sat up in my bed and reached over to turn off my alarm clock. I got out of bed and made my way out of my room. On my way, I knelt down to pet my cat, who was stretched across my doorway.

"Good morning, Walton," I said, smiling at him as he looked up at me lazily.

I stepped over him, and walked down the hall and in to the bathroom. I put my hair up before slipping into the shower, completely unaware of the things to come.

Author's Note:

Sorry about changing the POV, it won't happen too many times. ^_^ i hope you're liking it so far.