How could one begin to describe Rachel Bennett? To many she was recognised as a hard working woman, to Jamie and Sophie she was their whole world. A figure so joyful and caring she could never bring herself to crush their belief. When the years went by, Rachel had never said a word. But the concern was always there. A concern so strong she was never certain if Jamie had truly let go of the past and had finally grown up. He always dismissed it, but Rachel knew her son well. She knew that a piece of him always belonged to those childhood legends, letting them live on in his heart.

All those years he'd refused to donate some of his old books; especially the ones about Bigfoot, the Golden Age legends and the tragedy's which befell it. Did Jamie really leave it all behind? Rachel wasn't sure. She just wasn't sure.

Which was why when she bustled her way in through the front door, she was more than grateful to receive an extra pair of hands. Jamie and Sophie greeted her and helped her with her bags. He may have taller, his voice may have broken, his jaw may have grown firmer, but Rachel never stopped noticing the spirited child in the teenager's face.

"Hi," Jamie said.

"Hi. Was school okay?"

"Yeah."

He scratched the back of his neck, glimpsing at Emily and Jack as both of them crept towards the window. The moment they hesitated, Jamie realised something was wrong. A chunk of Emily's black hair caught around the lampshade. Jack opened his mouth to say something, but Sophie already got there first.

"Didn't you ever cut your hair?"

Emily was watching them with deep concern. She worked her fingers into her hair, trying to free it from the lamp. Realising Jamie was struggling to keep his mother distracted, Jack hissed "Hurry up" and made another try. Emily clasped a fistful of her hair and hauled it out, no doubt wanting to get it free. Next came a squeak and she realised she was falling. She landed on something cold and soft. She moaned and opened her eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes looking at her.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked.

"Are you?"

Emily had barely enough time to sit up before she met the surprised eyes of Jamie and Sophie's mother.

"Who's this?" Rachel demanded.

She passed right through Jack without knowing he was there.

"This is…" Sophie stammered… "This is nothing."

Emily and Rachel looked at each other.

"I…I'm Emily."

Rachel placed her hands on her hips, exchanging looks with her daughter and son.

"Mom, she's got amnesia," Jamie explained, "And she's lost. We're just trying to help her."

"With what?" Rachel snapped. "Fixing her hair."

Emily watched them, worried.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a problem."

Jack gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, Em."

Rachel slammed the living room door so hard, Jack didn't remember leaping back or tumbling off of his staff. When he came back to himself, a lot later, his palms were sweating and his head was sore. Although didn't see him, he kept his gaze on her the whole time and saw everything. Even the way she took in Emily's features. The long hair, the flowing green dress, even the strength hidden within her soul.

As her children (and Jack) waited for answers, Rachel just breathed quietly, turned to Emily and asked her, "Do you know what happened before you were found?"

Emily felt an image tugging. Before her was a vastly magnificent ship, sailing across the stars. She didn't know what it meant, but it seemed ludicrous and she dismissed the illusion. There was a second image of a woman leaping from a window, having been chased by creatures sinister and dark. She clutched a doll resembling a child. Emily shook it away, spotted Jack, Jamie, Sophie and Rachel glancing at her with equal curiosity and thought: Those things. They're like memories from a dream.

Then she realised something else.

"There was this man… a man who fought in a war. He had a family. They lived on a moon."

They turned to look at her and Emily recognised the body language.

It sounds ridiculous. How can you possibly believe that's true?

"Wait, that's crazy," Emily continued. "Living on moons."

"Do you want me to call somebody for you?" Rachel asked her.

"I don't think they would hear you from here."

At that, Jack chuckled. Emily was reaching for her locket, but her concentration was interrupted when Rachel broke the silence.

"Jamie, can I speak with you please?"

"But what about–"

"Now."

She left the room and Jamie followed. In their absence, Jack placed a hand on Sophie and Emily's shoulders, hoping to offer comfort.

They didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry, Jamie. Emily can't stay here, there's not enough room."

"Mom, please. She has nowhere else to go."

"I'll get her a cab, have her taken to the hospital and she can take care of herself from there."

"Then what?" he snapped.

Rachel didn't answer.

"Emily's really Mother Nature."

"Let me guess, 'Jack Frost' told you?"

Jamie remained silent.

"'Mother Nature' is an expression, Jamie. Grow up. Just like Jack Frost, the Boogeyman; kids make them up in their heads. They're not real!"

Jamie's eyes narrowed and something in his chest snapped.

Yes they are. I know that because I've met them all. They're real. Every one of them is real.

"Emily–"

"Is a seriously confused girl."

A creak sounded from behind the living room door.

"All right, Soph. I know you're listening," Rachel added, "Come on out."

Jack. You too, Jamie added mentally.

"Come on, come on. It's okay, Soph. We're just having a discussion," he explained.

"A pretty loud discussion."

"Yeah, but that's okay. You know because what's important is, the three of us are always a team," Rachel told her.

"We're sorry we scared you," Jamie said, "Everything's okay."

"I wasn't that scared," Sophie retorted. She stuck her head back through the living room door then grinned. "Wow. She's really sleepy."

Rachel sighed and ran both hands over her face.

"Oh no, no, no, no. This is bad."

Sophie's eyes widened.

"You're not really gonna make her go, are you?"

Jamie, Sophie, Jack and Rachel all turned towards the sleeping girl. As always, only Jamie and Sophie spotted Jack crouching beside the sofa, the way he used to when Jamie was a child.

"If we can at least call somebody…"

When the power winked out, Rachel cut herself off. Jack leapt up, gripping his staff. It wasn't the shock of being plunged into the dark, it wasn't the fear of not having the lights. It was the horror of wondering if they were really alone. And when the creator of Nightmares had used the darkness to hide, he would get them.

"Stay here," Rachel added.

The staff felt heavy in both of Jack's hands. It felt heavy when Jamie activated his phone light – dismissing the fear that shot through him - and shone it over the cabinet where Rachel and Sophie fumbled for the flashlights. They even found candles.

A reassuring light glowed throughout the house, and until the Bennetts and Jack found the source of the outage, it would have to do. In the flickering candlelight, Jack's eyes lit up.

"Do you want me to take her to the Pole?"

As Rachel headed into the hallway, the corner of Jamie's mouth twitched.

"It's a nice idea, Jack, but it might look weird if Em disappears into thin air. Especially since my mom's already suspicious."

"Jamie," Rachel called, "Don't forget you have school tomorrow, so you and Soph better pack your bags."

"Okay."

Jamie and Sophie headed upstairs. Rachel was reaching for the phone, but left it where it was. Unaware she and Emily weren't the only ones in the room, Rachel felt a sudden chill. Which was strange because the windows were shut. She went to take another step and draped a blanket over the long-haired girl. She crouched down and studied Emily's face. Everything about her was motionless and still.

Rachel was halfway through getting to her feet when a shadow reflected in the corner of her eye, flickering across the wall. It wasn't a trick bestowed by the light, because Jack saw it the same time she did.

"Hmm. That's strange," he murmured, knowing Rachel couldn't hear him. "Is it yours?"

But the realisation came too late.

She made her way upstairs, gripping the chain. Later, much later, when she was alone in her room, she cradled the locket, placed a gentle finger on the clasp, opened it and stared down at the photograph:

It was Emily's father.