Shanti sighed as she ducked under the brush. She was holding onto Bagheera's back as he leapt from branch to branch in the treetops. Baloo was down below calling out Mowgli's name. Shanti called out,
"Mowgli." But once again, nothing.
Bagheera was not having much luck either. He couldn't get any scent of the boy coming into the jungle at all.
"Anything Bagheera?" Shanti asked
"No Shanti. It would appear he hasn't come through the jungle at all."
"Something's not right. Where else could have gone?" Shanti wondered out loud.
"Regardless, we will find something and when we do we can find out where he's gone. But we must hurry."
Bagheera said as he raced over and leapt down to the ground next to Baloo. The three friends racing deeper into the jungle.

-

Mowgli shivered as he felt the cold air starting to seep through his shirt. Nighttime was approaching and he would have to look for a place to sleep. He wouldn't have the comfort of a hammock or blankets to keep him warm tonight. He looked around and saw nothing but fields and a couple of trees. No good cover in case it rained or something. He spotted a large log under a small tree with not a lot of foliage. It would have to work for now. Mowgli walked off the beaten path and went for the log. He saw up ahead it was hollow inside. He could have extra shelter for the night if he stayed in the log. It looked big enough to accommodate him. Mowgli than felt a drop of rain hit him in the cheek. He looked up and sure enough thunder was rumbling and rain began to pour down. Mowgli scurried inside the log, barely fitting inside, but enough to slightly move into a sitting position. He sighed and shook his head back and forth like a wolf would, shaking the rain from his hair. He glanced outside and saw he made it in time as the rain poured down hard. Rain was leaking through the cracks in the wood, but he was mostly safe. Pulling a blanket out of his pack, he wrapped himself in it shivering slightly. His stomach gurgled but he ignored it. He needed to save his food till he got to the city.
"Probably out looking for me by now." He muttered to himself. Thinking about his family he left behind.
He glanced at the sky once more. Thinking about his friends. Thinking about Shanti. Baloo. Bagheera. Ranjan. He would never see them again. A lone tear escaped his eyes as he slowly laid down wrapped in his blanket listening to the rain before drifting off to sleep. Cringing as he heard the thunder roar. It was going to be a long night.

-

In China:

Po was asleep again after a hard training session. Instead of dreaming about dumplings, soybeans, and radishes, he was tossing and turning. He felt his mind in turmoil once more as he had the other night. He opened them to find back in the same jungle he was in the night before, only it was pouring rain and thunder was sounding off like gongs. The animal calls were drowned out by the thunder as he looked around,
"Whoa, this is weird." He said to himself. Not caring he was getting soaked.
He looked around once more and heard the same groaning. Only this time, no one was around, but he could hear it coming from somewhere. He followed the groaning, walking off near the brush. He pulled apart two large palm leaves and saw a figure huddled into itself in a log. IT was raining around him and Po could barely hear from the thunder but the figure was crying.
"Hello?" He called out.
The figure didn't respond.
"Are you ok? I can help you…" Po trailed off.
The figure's crying kept getting louder as Po got closer. As soon as he thought he saw a face peeking out he felt his mind whirling back to him and the sudden embrace of cold water hitting him in the face.
"PO!" Tigress called out.
A wave of cold water hit the sleeping panda, making him bolt up into a sitting position.
"What? Where?"
"Po? Are you ok?" Monkey's voice rang out, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"What happened?"
"You were tossing and turning. It looked like you were having a seizure." Crane said.
Po sighed as he realized he was wet and spied a bucket in Mantis's claws. He looked at him expectedly.
"Sorry, it was the only way to wake you up." Mantis sheepishly said.
"It's fine. I need to see Mater Shifu. I had the dream again."
"Again?" Viper asked.
"Again. I don't know what it means, but I have a feeling we'll all find out soon."
Po said as he got up and went to search for Master Shifu.

Master Shifu was meditating in his dojo. Candles burned as he breathed deeply in and out. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of footsteps.
"I take it you have come to me about a situation Dragon warrior."
"I had the dream again Master. It was also different this time." Po panted as he placed his paws on his knees. Behind him were the furious five. Shifu got up from his position and faced his students.
"You all believe that there is more to this dream?" He asked them.
"We are having some thought on it Master. Po has told us of the dream. Similar yet different." Tigress said.
Shifu narrowed his eyes in thought and stoked his chin. "Tell me…what do you see?"
Po sighed as he began to recall the dream, "I'm dreaming about dumplings and all my favorite foods. Like radishes and ginger, soy beans." Shifu frowned as he heard this, "and then it changes," His eyes narrowed and leaned forward to hear more, "I'm in the middle of a jungle, it was the same jungle that I had in the first dream, only this time it was raining and there was thunder. I saw a figure huddled up inside a log. It was crying. I was just about to see his face when I woke up."
"I had to dump a bucket of water to wake him up. It was like he was having some sort of seizure." Mantis piped up.
Shifu was very interested in what he had heard. This was obviously no more mere dream; however, he wasn't entirely sure what it meant. He would have to consider this.
"It would appear you are indeed having visions of some sort Po. But of what, I am not sure. It would seem someone is calling out for help and since it seems focused around you…they are calling for your help."
"My help? How can I help them when I don't even know who it is or what?" Po asked.
"I believe that we may find out soon enough. I must meditate more on this till we know for sure but I do know that we may be involved in something than what we are used to."
With that, the furious five and Po bowed to Master Shifu and were going back to their quarters.
"Po, you ok?" Crane asked, noticing his friend deep in thought.
"I don't know Crane, I just…got a feeling that something big is going to happen, but I don't know what."

Shanti was back in her home at the village. She couldn't sleep. She made her way to the window and looked out over at the jungle. IT was dark and eerie looking tonight, but so did everything at night. Her eyes filled with tears as her thoughts dwelled on Mowgli. She and Bagheera and Baloo searched all day and found no clue as to where her friend had gone. She was forced to go home broken hearted as nighttime came.
"Oh Mowgli, where are you?" She whispered on the air.

-

Dawn came over the horizon. The grass and foliage was dewy and moist from last night's thunder storm. Inside a log was a sleeping boy. Curled into his blanket wrapped tightly around himself. Mowgli was sound asleep curled into himself. The cold air went through the blanket and him alerting him awake. Mowgli woke up, boking his head on the roof of the log. He rubbed the spot on his head and yawned. The air was humid from last night's rain. He saw the field was filled with fog. He sighed and unwrapped himself from the blanket, shivering as the cold morning air greeted him. He shoved the blanket back into the bag making it bulge. He shimmied himself out of the log and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Ok, get back to the road, find out if I'm still heading to the city, then figure out what to do than."
Mowgli swung the pack onto his shoulders and started moving through the field. His feet sunk deep into the mud, making him grimace at the squishing sound each step made. He was too focused on the road ahead that he did not look where he was stepping. Mowgli put his foot down and something hard and metallic clamped around his foot and ankle making him yelp in pain. He fell back into the mud and slammed down on the ground. As he struggled to get up from the thick mud, he finally saw he had stepped onto a bear trap. He remembered seeing these at the village and the wolves called them the cold fang. Once it locks onto you, its' nearly impossible to get off.
"The cold fang." He gasped.
His ankle was already spotting a thin line of blood. Mowgli ran his hand over the cold metal. He looked around for anything to help the cold fang open but he saw nothing. He started to pull but his feet stayed put. He placed his hands on the metal and winced as he felt his skin being cut deeper. He tried to pry it open but it barely moved an inch. Mowgli was freaking out. What was he gonna do? He tried again to pry it open but it barely moved. It opened only a few inches, not enough to get his ankle out. He grimaced as he pushed harder and harder on the metal. His hands were still wet from the moisture of the field and his hands slipped, snapping the bear trap again on his ankle.
"OW!" He shouted out as the metal clamped on his ankle again.
Tears threatened to come out of his eyes, this hurt real bad. Is this how the other animals hurt when they get caught? He thought to himself. Mowgli spied a thick stick sticking out of the mud to his right. He jammed it right in the space between where his foot was ad the metal and began pushing it away from him. The stick creaked as it went against the metal. Mowgli huffed and it pushed it further and noticed it was opening. He could move his ankle around more freely and tried to slowly pull it out. His arms started shaking as it tried to push it back again. Mowgli grunted, trying to ignore the stinging pain in his ankle. He looked down and saw he could wiggle his foot out so he fastly pulled it out. As soon as he let go, the beartrap snapped on the stick snapping it in half. Mowgli gulped as he stared at the broken stick. No wonder animals feared the cold fang. He slowly inched away from the beartrap. He struggled to get up from the thick mud but managed to get on his feet. Wiping his hands on his pants. By the time he got out of the field, his feet and sandals were caked with mud up to his ankles.
"Ah man." He said, disgruntled.
Shaking his mud-covered feet off to the side. Mud flinging off everywhere.
He turned and looked around. He didn't see a road sign for Patna, but figured he should stay on the path. Not like he had anywhere else to go.
"I only have one way to go from here." He mumbled as he turned to look back the way he came. Sighing, he started limping down the beaten path.

In China:

Po did his best to be focused as he went onto the offense. He was training with Tigress. He missed an incoming punch and blocked a kick. Today they were sparing, but his mind was on something else. The dream he had last night was weighing heavily on him. The Furious Five could see it as he sparred with Tigress.
"Dragon Warrior. Eyes front." Shifu cried out to him.
"Yes master." Po panted as he tried to keep himself focused.
Po went at Tigress with his feet of fury but only half-heartedly. His mind was on other things. Like the dream. He was now losing sleep as he felt his eyes grow heavy but shook his head quickly to focus.

Shifu who was watching the fight and could tell Po was not fully engaged into the event. His punches and kicks were not as fast and he was barely keeping focus in sparring.
"Enough." Po and Tigress stopped sparring, "You have sparred long enough. Po, I wish to speak with you. Alone."
"Yes Master." The panda bowed to Tigress who bowed back in respect and went to follow Shifu.
"You've been distracted today Po. What has been clouding your mind?" The red panda asked his student.
Po stuttered, unsure of what to tell his master. The dream had made on edge ever since he had it last night.
"It's that dream I had last night. It's been bothering me ever since."
"What is strongly about this dream that has you distracted Po?" Shifu asked.
"IT's the figure. I've seen him or her once and yet I feel as if something is calling me out to them. I don't know why but it's like you want to figure out something so bad, but you're not in reach of it."
Shifu's eyebrows furrowed as he listened to Po, it seemed these dreams were having some effect on him.
"You make a valid point Panda. There is more to the dreams, but until we know for certain we cannot go searching for whatever it is you are searching. We have too many questions and not enough answers."
"I understand Master." Po said. Although he was feeling a bit frustrated. What did these dreams mean? How long was he going to keep having them?