CHAPTER2

Sunny was startled awake when Andrea shook her. She shot upright, shaking the last traces of slumber off quickly. Andrea peered at her through still-drowsy eyes. "Alright, Sunny," she mumbled. "I'm ready to go." She shuffled towards the door, and Sunny followed.

"Maybe I should lead," Sunny suggested when Andrea got to the door. Nodding, the girl stepped back. Sunny slid past her, opening the door and rushing onto the street. She motioned with her hand behind her back, warning Andrea to stay a few feet behind at all times. She made her way through the crowd –thinning now –briskly, stepping knowingly and with purpose.

The walk was a long one. At long last, the two girls came to a large office building in the higher end of town. Sunny entered the lobby casually, calling out to the security guard, "Hey, Frank." She turned, walking backwards, and told Andrea, "You can join me now." Andrea did so, and, turning back around, Sunny stepped into an elevator, taking them up to the seventh floor.

Looking around, Andrea whispered, "This is really the base for your big secret group?" Her voice was suspicious and disbelieving. Sunny snorted.

"What were you expecting? An abandoned mental institution?" She didn't bother to keep her voice down. Andrea didn't respond, but Sunny assumed the answer was 'yes'. Finding the office she wanted, Sunny knocked before entering. "Hello?" She looked around, then asked the lady behind the desk, "Hey, Laura, have you seen my dad?"

"Yes, in fact, I have. He's just in the conference room. He'll be out in a moment, Sun." Laura smiled.

Sunny noticed Andrea examining the room and grinned. "Pretty normal, eh?" Andrea nodded silently. "Well, if Division wants to run a big fancy corporation, we can, too." She informed, then plopped down in a chair. Andrea hesitated, then settled into the chair beside Sunny's.

After a good ten minutes of waiting, two men and a woman came bustling out of the conference room down the hall. Sunny instantly recognized her dad. He looked down at her. "Sun?" He asked. "Didn't expect you back so early." He patted her on the head, then caught sight of Andrea. "Ah, and you must be the infamous Andrea." He stuck his hand out, and she shook it. "Nice to finally meet you, Andrea. I'm Steven, Sunny's father."

Andrea sighed. "Geez, you guys sure did your research." She muttered, standing after Sunny.

Everyone in the room chuckled, and Andrea blushed. Sunny nudged her, laughing. Steven set off down the hall, and the two girls followed him. They were soon in a nondescript room with white walls and soft carpet. There were three standard folding tables within it; on the far side of the room, one with three people gathered round. In the center, two parallell tables-- one empty, one on top of which was a man.

All in the room looked expectantly at Andrea. Nervous with so many eyes on her, she whispered to Sunny, "What am I supposed to do?"

"Your thing."

"What thing? I have a thing now?"

"Do your Weaver thing."

"But I have to be asleep!"

"So go to sleep. I sware, you are the most ignorant--"

A woman in a black suit looked up from her table. "Is there a problem, girls?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Sunny! There is no problem. Right?"

Now a man looked up. "What's going on?" He asked in a sort of take-charge tone.

The woman turned to him. "There seems to be some sort of problem."

The man looked at Andrea quizzically. "What is the problem?"

Andrea gulped. "There is no problem, sir." She looked back at Sunny, who gestured to the empty table. "But I just woke up!" She said, whispering again.

Sunny simply pushed her towards the table. With a sigh, Andrea climbed atop it-- not without wobbling-- and soon she lay there, closing her eyes. A screaming silence of about thirty minutes ensued, during which time Sunny fidgeted and twitched and perspired. Doubts ran through her mind, and she wondered if Andrea would be good enough, or if she would have to retrieve the other prospect also. Quite frequently her eyes darted to the doorknob, but she knew if she left she wouldn't be able to handle the suspense.

Eventually Andrea's breathing evened out, and a calm peace settled over the room. Sweeping her gaze across the room, Sunny swore she saw movement from the man. And watching closer, she saw his hand twitch, once, twice and again. Then began the contortion of his face, and the squinting of his eyes, and the moaning, and then he sat upright with a jolt, screaming bloody murder.

Andrea turned in her sleep. the man panted, and sweat poured over his face. He grasped his skull tightly shaking his head. Andrea's eyes opened as he was being escorted out of the room, and Sunny instantly approached her.

"What did you do to him?" She asked, apalled.

"I... I'm not exactly sure. There were spiders, and the Grim Reaper. We were... in a cave. On the ocean. And the spiders, and..." She shook her head. "It was just a nightmare. But I guess I hit his weak spot."

Sunny was ready to respond, but was pushed out of the way by the Mr. Take-Charge, who grinned widely at Andrea. "Fantastic work, love." he boomed, and clapped a hand on her shoulder. His lady assistant smiled politely, but her eyes flashed when she looked at Sunny. Sunny glared, then turned and strutted out the open door. Soon after, Andrea came, still attempting to shake Mr. Take-Charge.

"Hey!" She called to Sunny, who was pointlessly meandering down the endless hallway. "Wait up, Sun!"

Sunny didn't turn around. Here she was again, having retrieved a successful prospect, and still getting no credit for it.

She wasn't in the mood for a chat.

AUTHOR NOTES:

BIG THANKS TO:

superstarAlpha, for helping me define a true Weaver.

For those who want to know, the definition of a Weaver:

A Weaver is one with special abilities to create dreams. In order for this to happen, they must be asleep, or, to put it in more relatable terms, in a self-induced coma. They can then control dreams of another, or even transfer one of their memories to the recipient through a dreams. The latter is only for the more advanced. However, they cannot send visions. The recipient must also be asleep in order to recieve the dream.

If you have any more questions, comment or PM me! I'm always happy to answer. Sorry this chapter is a bit short, and it's taken awhile, but I've just moved and things've been hectic. Promise to get more up soon!