It didn't take long before the spirit had fallen asleep. A white band-aid was on his forehead, and the wet blankets had been replaced with new warm ones. He had been moved from the couch to a bunch of pillows on the floor, as the couch was still wet. The blankets quickly went cold though due to the boy's nature, and if it hadn't been Jack, the yetis would have taken it as a bad sign.
Meanwhile, North had called up both Tooth and Sandy, but Bunnymund didn't answer. Toothiana hadn't seen or noticed anything strange in her domain, and was on her way to the pole. Sandy though, did have something to tell, but found it easier to try and explain them when he was at the pole.
Thirty minutes passed before the sound of wings beating and sand moving could be heard, and the two guardians entered North's workshop.
"Is Jack alright? He's not hurt is he? Is he cold-! No of course he's cold, he's always cold- is he warm?!" Toothiana didn't waste a second before she bombarded North with caring questions.
North had to put his hands on her shoulders as she flew right up in his face, to ease her down "He's fine Tooth. He's sleeping in The Globe Room" he smiled warmly, only removing half of her worry. She sighed and nodded, frantically moving from side to side as she was ready to flew over to him at any moment.
Sandy frowned at her and flew up next to her to place his hand on hers. "Sandy is right. We need to discuss this first" North spoke more stern. "Sandy. What is it that you have seen?"
The little golden man gleamed, as it was his turn to speak and pondered for a moment to find the best way to explain it. An image above his head formed, showing a sleeping child. The child seemed to be at peace, and Sandy showed the dream the kid had. It was a normal dream about how she became a famous singer. North found himself smiling shortly at the image, before Sandy changed it again.
Suddenly the dream showed the girl in an entire new country, a new age, she was a new person and in a new life. Her surroundings almost look Greek, but it was strange as the girl was far too young to ever have heard about Greece. Not even the Hercules movie was this detailed.
"The dreams are changing?" Toothiana questioned. Sandy nodded in response. "But not by you… or the kids?" He confirmed her question again.
The fairy frowned and looked to North "Pitch?" she mumbled, and right away the Sandman shook his head.
North wasn't sure if this was relieving or not. If it was Pitch, they at least knew whom they were dealing with.
There was a strange silence for a few seconds before Tooth spoke again "I'll check on Jack" and before the others could stop her, she was off to the Globe Room.
"Let's try and get a hold of Bunny then" North spoke to Sandy and the little man nodded.
Jack slept peacefully, not bothered by nightmares or strange creatures this time, and how he longed for this rest, so when Tooth's small hands shook his shoulder he turned in his sleep with a groan.
The sight made her chuckle and she tried again, speaking his name softly. The boy grumbled again, turning his face into the pillow. He was awake now, that she knew. He turned again to lay on his back and rubbed his eyes and ran a hand across his face, looking up at her with lidded blue eyes and smacked his lips twice. He was definitely not a morning person. "Hey" he spoke with a voice a few tones lower than usual, and a smile found its way to his lips.
"Hey, sleepyhead" Tooth smiled kindly and leaned down to give him a kind short kiss. "How do you feel?"
"Well, a lot better now" Jack grinned, his cocky-ness already back. She couldn't help but chuckle at this and ran a hand through his hair. "North told us about what happened. I hope you had a good sleep?" Jack just hummed an approving sound to her, making her chuckle again.
She allowed herself to lay down next to him, and automatically Jack wrapped one arm around his waist and she put her head on his chest.
"Have you noticed anything strange lately?" Jack frowned, his worry obvious in his voice.
"No, nothing. Sandy have though"
"Sandy? In what way?"
"He says that the children's dreams are changing and it's not him, the kids or Pitch doing it. They are not necessarily bad drams though but… it's alarming when these things are happening to you to"
Absentmindedly, Jack stroked her soft feathers with a thumb "You don't say…" he frowned "It's not Pitch huh?..."
"It makes things a bit more complicated right?" Tooth tried to force out a chuckle, but it was nothing to laugh at and she bit her lower lip right after.
"Indeed… But we'll figure it out" A confident reply came from the frost spirit as he moved his head to place a kiss on her forehead, before letting it fall back again.
In a secluded land of green fresh grass, blossoming peach pink flowers and ancient buildings covered with plants by age, a Pooka was running around in panic.
His heart beat faster, his nose twitched, ears flattened and he never stopped running. The only few times he slowed down was to pick up a new track or scent.
It bothered him how he couldn't recall what it was. The scent and prints in his Warren was nothing of his own, and nothing he had ever seen. It was no guardian, and it was neither no human, and right when he thought he had caught the scent – it disappeared.
Bunny spotted a glow from him bandolier for the hundred time. It was North calling him, again. He knew that when the man called he was obligated to answer, but right now he was frankly too upset to even think about answering. When North tried to call three times after each other, the light annoyed the Pooka's eyes and he pulled the small wooden pendant out. A blue shimming form shaped from it and North's head and shoulders could be seen.
"What!?" Bunny shouted right away, causing the large man to look wide eyed at him. A tiny sandman flew up next to him with a large smile and waved at him. Sandman was with him? This had to be somewhat important then.
"Glad to see you're okay Bunny" North finally spoke, chuckling to ease the tension.
The Pooka scoffed "What do you want North?"
The large man frowned at him. "To ask if you were okay. You seem troubled?" his voice went from jolly to fatherly.
"Troubled? You could say that yeah, I would be less troubled if someone could tell me why there are bloody hoof marks everywhere in my Warren!"
