Sophie is in 9th grade at 15 because she was held back, just to clear that up.

(Jack's POV)

"Frostbite's here, mate."

I had no reaction as I flew into North's workshop.

I had a blank stare, as I felt something wasn't right. Not with Jamie, not with me...

But someone I knew. I couldn't figure out whom, though.

The soft carpet touched my feet, and I sighed, tiredly. Looking up at the four spirits standing before me, I felt anxiety and worry.

"Jack!" Tooth exclaimed, hugging me. I returned the hug, and tried to smile, which failed.

Bunnymund immediately noticed this. "Hey, mate, you feeling alright?"

My shoulders tensed up. "Uh… Yeah. I'm good."

North looked at me with wide eyes.

"Jack, what is wrong? You seem very… 'Out of It' as they say."

"I-I'm fine…"

"You don't seem like it." Bunnymund stated.

I broke free from Tooth's hug, and gripped my staff tightly.

"I said I'm fine!" I slammed my staff down.

I was about to say something else, until I noticed something peculiar on the globe.

One of the lights was flashing rapidly, from Burgess.

Sandy followed my gaze, then the other three, their jaws dropping in shock.

"What's wrong with the little ankle biter?"

"It is not Sophie… it is Jamie." North corrected solemnly. I looked down.

"It can't be Jamie. I just visited him, and he was fine."

"Maybe it's Sophie." Tooth said.

Sophie… We haven't seen her in years. Nobody knows where she is, what became of her, or anything about her. It has to be Jamie.

"It's Jamie; it has to be him…" I trailed off.

Sandy nodded in agreement. Why would Sophie suddenly be in trouble, after all these years?

We all exchanged glances.

"Everyone, get to the sleigh!" North exclaimed.

Alright. This wasn't one of my best chapters. I have trouble with the Guardian's POV's, so please ignore it if it isn't in character.

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