A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long to post. I had a serious case of writers block and I'm currently in the middle of four stories, which looking back was probably not the best idea. Mainly because I have no idea how I want to continue. Please read and review!

Chapter 3

I stood still and waited for their reactions. Tooth and Sandy looked confused but concerned, Bunny had a very frustrated expression on his face, and I couldn't read North's expression because he had a hand covering his face.

"So you used the the Northern lights, which are meant only for emergencies, because you found strange girl in the woods?" North said, clearly exasperated.

"No...yes? I don't know!" I said frustratedly, "the was just something off about the whole situation don't you think?"

Tooth looked over at me, " What do you mean Jack?"

I debated telling them about how I thought I lost control of my powers. I had conveniently left that out of the story.

"Well when she got upset it started to snow."

"Are you sayin' ya lost control of your powers again mate?" Cottontail asked.

"No...maybe? I mean when I saw her crying it made me upset but it was different, I felt connected to her, but I don't think I started the hail," I said quietly.

"I thought you said it was just snow," North pointed out.

"That's how it started out, but it got worse when she got more upset. That's another reason that I don't think I did it. For one, it takes concentration for me to make a storm like that, and two, it got worse when she started crying more."

"Do you think this could be another spirit?" Tooth suggested.

I had thought about it, but it still didn't make sense. If she were truly a winter spirit like him, why would she not answer him when he asked for her name, and why would she get so upset about it? Who, or what, could she be?

I didn't know what to do, come to think of it how could I. What does one do in a situation where one doesn't know who they are? Maybe if I just get someone's attention, they can somehow help me out of my current predicament.

I asked Wind to drop me off on top of the nearest building. I took this time to actually take a look at myself. I was wearing a frost covered, black track jacket with a blue stripe down the arms over a black t shirt and black leggings, but for some reason I was shoeless. I thought back to the boy I saw in the woods. He was dressed very strangely, pairing a modern blue hoodie with old-fashioned leather leggings.

But how did I know these things? I didn't even know my own name but I knew something as insignificant as the difference between new and old styles. Who taught me these things? Did anyone teach me these things at all? Did I even ever have a name?

No. I had to keep my cool, this wasn't the time to have an existential crisis. I needed help.

I called for the Wind to help me down from the building. I jumped off of the side of the roof and felt her catch me a few feet down, slowing my progress to the ground. I reached out and grabbed a flagpole that was jutting out from the side of the apartment I was in front of. I flipped myself around the pole and let go, bouncing off of an open canopy in front of the doors to the building.

As I landed on the sidewalk I realized just how much I relied on Wind. I closed my eyes and concentrated on conveying my gratitude to the one and only being who had cared. Almost immediately, I felt waves of kindness and adoration surround my being, her gentle hand rested on my shoulder. We truly were friends. I opened my eyes and smiled. I had a friend. Even one friend was better than trying to brave the world on your own.

With newfound confidence, I walked calmly down the street and approached a group of people. Maybe they could help me, or at least direct me to someone who could. I opened my mouth and instantly I was assaulted with a tightness in my throat and the sudden urge to throw up. I gagged silently and looked back up at the people I had approached. They all turned and crossed the street right in front of me as if they hadn't even noticed me four feet in front of them. I opened my mouth yet again to shout out and the sensation returned. It felt as if a pair of invisible hands were holding me, keeping one hand firmly over my mouth and the the other holding my throat closed, the entire experience making me sick.

I fell to my knees crying. How was I supposed to get help when I couldn't speak? I don't know how long I sat there, but I stayed in place, unmoving, until yet another sensation overcame me. I felt like I had been turned into a liquid, and my body had just parted to allow another object to go through me. My eyes flew open in shock and I looked down to see the arm of a man pass completely through my torso.

A feeling of emptiness enveloped me. Not only could no one hear me, but they couldn't see me either. I curled up into a tight ball on the ground. I didn't even exist here. I felt Wind try to comfort me, blowing warmth over my crumpled figure in a way that felt as if she was hugging me, but I ignored it. I watched people pass by, watched them interact with each other, my silent sobs growing more violent with every person that passed through my body. One thought ran through my mind on a loop.

I'm not real...I don't exist...

A/N: Whew... that was intense. Sorry about that...not really. Next chapter soon! Please read and review! I still need a name! I have couple ideas but suggestions would be helpful.