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"Millard!" Olive squealed. "I can see you!"

He looked down at his hands, very much so visible, and smiled a cheeky grin. "Look at that. I guess I have to stop walking around commando."

Emma rolled her eyes and Fiona gagged. I looked down at the floor, very quickly. This Millard was a lot more attractive than I could ever picture the annoying, invisible Millard to be.

"Emma, dear." Millard said with a smirk. "Won't you start us off with a nice toasty fire? It's getting rather drafty."

Emma walked slowly to him and delivered a sharp blow to his cheek. "Idiot! We all lost our powers! You didn't suddenly become visible for us to stare at your cheeky grin and swoon over your crystal blue eyes!"

Millard rubbed his cheek gently, but looked up at Emma mischievously. "Fiesty. I like that in a girl."

This remark was met by a huff from Jacob, who, like the rest of us, was getting rather annoyed with Millard's lack of seriousness, and was now hitting on his girlfriend.

Millard noticed Jacob's agitation and brushed it off. "No sweat, Jacob. I could never be a threat."

It was true. Ever since Millard joined our family, he and Emma had been fast friends. Slowly, over the years, Millard was obviously beginning to like her as more than just a friend, but she was quick to tell him that no, she didn't like him like that because she liked Abe. And when Abe left, Millard saw it as a second chance with Emma. But poor Millard, when Jacob came he was back to Emma's scrap pile.

After a few moments of bated silence, Millard was the first one to pipe up. "What in the world is Enoch doing?"

We all turned to find Enoch face down on the cold floor. Fiona nudged him with her boot. "Hey, 'Noch, what in the blazes are you doing on the floor?"

He mumbled something that none of us could hear. Hugh knelt down and tapped him on the head. "Lying on the floor like a dead man isn't going to improve our situation."

Another mumble. And then a scream: but not from Enoch. This shriek came from none other than Horace. "All down!"

Emma looked quizzically in the small boy's direction. "Excuse me, what?"

Horace was in a sort of frenzy: pacing and shaking. It was different than the sort of frenzy he got into when he was having a vision. This time, he had different emotions: he wasn't frightened or angry, he was almost gleeful.

"What is it, Horace? Tell us." I asked. I could tell he was onto something. Something good.

He flashed me a rare grin, as if to thank me for standing up for him. He rushed on to tell us all. "I dreamed of this. But I didn't think it was anything. Everybody, get down! Lay down on the floor, like Enoch."

Everyone followed suit with no question. Millard was a little reluctant: He complained loudly that he didn't want to soil his newly visible skin with cave slime. I rolled my eyes, like Emma always does. Millard was acting like such a girl: much more of a girl than Fiona ever has been and most likely more than she will ever be.

Once we were all sprawled on the floor, Horace gave everyone further instructions. "Alright, everyone, move so that we are in a circle, with or heads facing the inside.

The resulting shuffle was this. Enoch, Horace, and Claire stayed put where they were, as they were already in the correct positions, but the rest of us had to army crawl over, and Jacob rolled on top of Olive. She wasn't very happy. Once we were finally situated, we looked to Horace for the next instruction.

"You do know," Hugh asked, rubbing his elbow where Jacob had accidently kicked him, "that you could've told us where to go before we got down?" -Here he paused and shot a glare at Jacob-"Some of us have rather lengthy and uncontrollable limbs."

Jacob scowled. Horace, however, looked not bothered in the least. "Well, I'm not a good pre-planner. Anyways, everybody reach out your arm to the middle, so that our hands are overlapping."

We did as he said (Olive and Claire had to stretch quite a bit) and we suddenly found ourselves tumbling through blackness until we hit a pile of hay in a tunnel dimly lit by some unseen source.

Olive, who I figured would have been bawling even though the hay left us all unharmed, was strangely squealing with delight. She tugged on my dress. "Bronwyn, I feel just like Alice going down the rabbit-hole!"

I nodded and smiled a little. "Let's just hope we find Wonderland through a door pretty soon."

She smiled at me and reached for my hand. For one of the first times, I let her, and we began to look at our surroundings like everyone else was doing. Instead of a cave like our previous cage, this new space was an opening between two large tunnels, extending in both ends.

"Well done, mate. How ever did you guess this?" Millard said as he heartily slapped Horace on the back.

Horace looked like the happiest man in the world. Most, if not all, of his visions up to this point were prophesying disasters of various degrees. This one, however, had saved all of our lives. "I told you, I had a vision. It was of all of us, with our hands in the middle of a big circle. I can't believe it actually meant something!"

"Me neither!" Claire piped up.

Jacob was busy looking down one end of the tunnel. "Alright, ladies and gents, I do believe I have found which way to go. That way"-he gestured to one of the two tunnels-"is a dead end. This one"-he gestured to the other end-"is clearly the way we must go."

"Well." Emma stated firmly. "Let's go."

And we all trooped into the tunnel.