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Sadie didn't like what was happening.

First, she woke up in a cave with no memory, then some crazy guy appears out of nowhere and talks to Set as if they share some secret (Set was really creeper out by that), and now they were in an airport waiting to go to a place called Brooklyn House where she was going to meet her supposed brother.

Yep, the whole thing screamed 'trap!'

Sadie glanced over at Set. His pale complexion had gotten worse. He was leaning against a pillar in the building, looking like he was about to faint any minute.

She wished she could remember what had happened that drained him. She knew she should know, but didn't, and that bothered her greatly.

"Sadie," Set said suddenly. He nodded in front of them. "Our flight is next."

The next half-hour was a blur. The ID cards Thoth had also thrown in the gift bag were blank to Sadie and Set, but when the flight attendants saw them, they must've been impressed because they took great care to make sure Sadie and Set were comfortable.

Finally the flight took off. Sadie was relieved to be on their way. The sooner they met with this 'Carter' person, the better. Though she had been against the idea of meeting him at first, she realised that Set was right; it was their only clue.

"Sadie?" Set's voice broke into her thoughts.

She turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" The statement made Sadie want to laugh- Set was the one who looked like he wasn't okay.

"Yeah," Sadie forced a smile. She then frowned. "How long is this flight?"

Set shrugged. "I'm not sure," he admitted.

"Oh." They didn't speak after that. Though Sadie hadn't meant to, she fell asleep.

...

'Okay,' she thought. 'I can take the no memory game, but a chicken, really?'

Sadie was staring down at her new ensemble; her cotton pajamas were gone and she had the body of a chicken.

'This takes weird to a whole new level.'

She was still in the plane, and she jumped back in horror when she saw herself next to Set, asleep. It took her a few minutes to realised what was going on. 'Oh, I must be dreaming. Do people dream as chickens?'

Before she could dwell on that any further, the plane faded away and was replaced with new scenery. She was now in a small, cramped room. Bookshelves lined the walls, books in unorganized piles stacked on them. She saw herself searching along the rows of books, talking to herself.

"No," Dream Sadie whispered out loud. "No, that's not it."

Sadie (the one who was currently half chicken) knew she should remember this. She had been here, and had been looking for...what?

"You won't find it here," a man's voice said. From the other side of the room, a man came out of the shadows. He was the strangest man Sadie had ever seen (then again, her memory had been erased). He had dark red skin, as if he had taken a dip in a paint can. He wore a bright white suit that looked like the cliche outfit people imagined Elvis in, and he had a black goatee. He looked very familiar to Sadie, but, like so many other things, she couldn't remember why.

Dream Sadie huffed. "Thanks for looking as long as you did. What was that, five minutes?"

The man smirked at Sadie. "When your a god," he said. "You just know certain things."

"Street smarts?" Sadie asked, clearly not impressed. She kept searching the shelves.

The man ignored the comment. "It won't be here." He repeated himself.

Sadie turned around in anger. "Listen, you idiot," she said, in a voice she that was one setting lower then yelling. "I have to find that book. The message said it would be here. Unless you can tell me where the book actually is, I have to keep looking. So shut up, Set!"

Sadie (the chicken one) kept staring at the scene. Set? But, Cat-Eyed boy was Set. Sadie didn't know a lot at the moment, but she did know that the goatee man and Cat-Eyed boy were two different people.

'But wait,' she told herself. 'The only reason we think his name is Set is because of the backpack. Maybe the backpack belongs to him?' She looked at the goatee man, who was still arguing with Dream Sadie. Wasn't very likely that a grown man would have a child's backpack, especially packed with children's clothing. 'He also said he was a god...' Sadie knew there was something else she was missing, an important piece. 'Now I know! Can't gods merge with humans somehow?'

The room she was in rippled, and she heard Cat-Eyed boy calling her name.

...

When Sadie opened her eyes, she was back on the plane. Set was shaking her.

"What?" She whined angrily.

Set nodded to the crowds of people grabbing their luggage. "We're here."

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