2.

The door to the gray room opened as it always did this time of evening.

"How are you Vilandra?" Kivar asked.

"Fine," was all she said.

"Good. Kivar placed a plate of his finest food in front of her: a baked potato, vegetables, a slice of bread, and a slice of turkey and a glass of water.

"Not hungry."

"Not even for a Thanksgiving meal? Its custom to feast on this day although I don't understand why I mean one culture over dominated another and brought with it all their powers what disease, superior weapons. Makes no sense to me why one would want to feast such a thing."

Isabel stayed silent.

"Now don't be like that," he said. "My heir in there needs to be strong and healthy as do you so you can have the strength to deliver." Kivar looked down and admired Isabel's belly. "Which by my guess will be any day now," he said with a huge smile.

"You can't have him," she said dryly.

"And what makes you think you have the strength to stop me? Have a pleasant evening my sweet Vilandra."

Kivar left the room with a loud slam of the metal door. Isabel picked a little at the food. It tasted too bland without the added touch of Tabasco but given the situation she could hardly complain. Isabel pushed the plate to the furthest corner. It would reek later but Isabel didn't care. Let Kivar or his followers deal with it.

She tried to get comfortable on her back then confiding herself into a ball on her side. All there really was to do around here was sleep and Isabel welcomed it.

Tess opened her eyes for the fourth time, her brow sweating.

"I can't," she said exhausted. "I can't get in."

On the other side of the room Michael watched with his arms crossed. Every second gone was another second Isabel and the baby probably did not have. He had to do something but what? If only there were some way he could tap into Isabel's mind. He had healed her once before so why couldn't he find her now?

As he was thinking these thoughts he brought his hands to the side of his head as he keeled over from a sharp migraine. It was too much to suffer in silence so he screamed out against his will.

Max and the others were instantly by his side with Max placing a hand on his friend's back.

"Michael, what is it," Max asked.

"Quiet, it's too loud," he said bending over more.

Nasedo moved the arsenal box off the table. "Let's move him over here," he said.

Valenti and Max helped to lift Michael up and place him on the table.

"Michael, Michael can you open your eyes?" Max asked.

Michael said nothing. Images started to fill his head. At first there was nothing but a black void and then the black turned to gray. In front of him he saw a figure. It looked to be dead but as the image got clearer he said aloud,

"Isabel."

Max looked up at Liz and the others. They all started to think the same thing: Isabel was reaching out to them at last.

Isabel stirred and Michael called out to her again this time she turned to face him. She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times before letting out a weak smile.

"Michael," she said.

Michael smiled and went to kneel before her. He helped her into a sitting position. He hadn't seen her in two months and in that short amount of time she had changed so much, her belly being a result of that change.

"What are you doing here," she asked.

Michael looked at Isabel and thought she was confused. "I thought you were dream walking me. You could've been a little nicer about it though. You didn't have to shock me as hard as you did."

Isabel shook her head. "Michael, that power hasn't worked for a month."

"Then how?"

As if answering Michael's question Isabel felt a sharp nudge in her belly. Michael looked down at it having felt the same nudge only inside his head, this time it was not as painful as before.

"It can't be," he said.

Isabel gently placed her hand where the baby had moved and Michael placed his hand on top of hers.

"The baby," they both said.

Michael wanted to stare in awe and marvel at the unborn child but he knew he couldn't waste another moment.

"Isabel, you have to tell us where you are."

"I can't," she replied. "The second Kivar took me my eyes were covered ad he's blocked my powers so I can't get in his head or any of his men to tell."

As if the baby knew what was going on Isabel jolted as the child kicked again and Michael felt the same nudge only in his mind.

They were surrounded by an array of images from the internal swirling liquids and barriers of Isabel's uterus to more direct images. Isabel's eyes may have been covered by a black pillow case but no one had considered the baby belly would need to be covered as well despite the coverings of the clothing she wore.

The two of them, Isabel and the baby, were in a car for a while and then came to a sudden stop. Someone helped Isabel out and as she stretched her back upwards, having been sitting for a while, the unborn child was able to see the back entrance of the high school. It was the weekend and a holiday week on top of that so no one was around. A few arms were felt grabbing Isabel and they made their way to a stop at what Michael and Isabel recognized as the eraser room.

A click and the door was opened. Behind the chalkboards was a white wall which one of the men waved their hand across to reveal one of the Antarian symbols. Once the passage way was revealed they took an elevator down past the basement to a gray set of tunnels. The baby had a difficult time determining which was or how many turns they were making but they did come to a section where there was a gold door that opened to a room in which they, the baby and Isabel, were thrust into.

That's where most of the memories ended since all time was spent either in this room or another right next door for restroom breaks.

Michael caressed Isabel's face.

"We're going to get you out of here I promise."

Isabel placed one hand on her belly and another grabbing the hand Michael had on her face. "Michael hurry, the baby's coming soon. I can feel him," she said in tears.

Michael placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Isabel forced herself harder on him. She had not been kissed by Michael in this way since the night of their first dreams. Not even Kivar could kiss her in this way and though it was happening by dream walk it was still as real as Michael was truly here.

Michael could stay this way forever but instead he forced himself off.

"Just hang on a little while longer," he said. "We're coming for you."