Generally volcanoes are placed to avoid, especially the insides of them. The scalding hot temperatures, and the skin peeling substances that one can usually find in the average crater of lava can be rather, well, daunting. Even the bravest of tourists is turned off at the prospect of tramping around on the inside of a volcano. I mean, its just common sense, isn't it? Who in their right mind, honestly, would want to hang around in a volcano without the proper gear, and run the very high risk of dying?

'I must be out of my mind.' Jon Foreman thought wearily, running his fingers through his hair.

To say the least, the lean, tall rocker looked out of place in that dark cave, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. The thing that would really throw off the casual observer off was the brazen river of lava gushing through the cave, just barely staying checked by its rocky bed.

Incredibly, Jon couldn't feel the slightest bit of the heat that he thought he would be experiencing. With a river of boiling lava running several feet to his left, you'd think he'd at least be sweating, right?

The elder Foreman wiped his brow for the eighth time. Nope. No sweat. Nothing.

Jon had awakened from unconsciousness with his head on a rock, and his vision set so that the first thing that he would see was that river. He leaped to his feet faster than he had ever thought possible. After panicking for a few minutes, he had calmed down enough to realize that he wasn't burning up or dying.

'this is still freaking weird.' Jon thought to himself again. Once again, he ran those long fingers through his characteristic locks. It was a trait that both he and his younger brother Tim had, an involuntary act of anxiety. Jon had non idea where he was, or why he was there. All he knew was who he was.

For some reason that seemed especially important to him.

"If I ever get out of this alive, I am going to write a song about rivers of lava." Jon announced aloud, allowing himself to grin in a sad sort of way. He wasn't prone to talking out loud to himself, but he figured that he might as well, since hovering over him was a dark feeling that someone else was watching.

At that moment, Jon noticed something that he had not before. There was a rocky path following the river of fire out of the cave, out into the unknown. It struck him as interesting the way that the path was made, as though people were regularly thrown down here into the mouth of a volcano, and were expected to walk down that eerily clear passage.

"Why do I not find that comforting in the least?" Jon continued to mutter to himself.

There was a look now on the man's face that was generally reserved for contemplating life's most challenging mysteries. The fact that he was in a volcano, probably the most random place he could imagine, not feeling any of the heat, and had no idea how he had gotten there were certainly qualifying traits for the said look.

That rather ominous path was beckoning to Jon. Since he didn't think he would be doing anything all that pressing in the next little while, he decided not to ignore its call.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?" Tim cried, "WHY DOES HE GET A GOOD CHAPTER?"

The boys were laughing again, though not as hard as they had been at the end of Tim's little debut. The outrage in the younger Foreman's voice was contrasted sharply by the good natured grin flittering around on his features. I knew Tim was messing around, and not really as bent out of shape as he seemed, which opened up for me the wonderful opportunity to poke fun at him.

"Well," I said, smiling wryly, "Jon has saved my life more than once, and you still owe me for the Bohrok-Kal incident."

Chad gave a shout of laughter, "HA! No offence, Tim, but that WAS funny."

Tim shrugged, still grinning.

"Is that story in there?" Drew asked, nodding his head at the sheaf of papers Tim was still holding.

"Yeah, somewhere." I said, "It would be much later, though."

"Let's skip to that part!" Tim laughed, "I wanna see how you interpreted it!"

"Come on, Tim, there was nothing to interpret!," Jerome said. He was hunched over his guitar once again, tuning like there was no tomorrow, "She saved your skin from a very nasty frying."

"Yeah, and we do have to read it in order!" I commented, scratching the back of my head, "Or it won't make any sense."

"We experienced it!" Jon said, hooking his thumbs on his jeans, "It'll make sense to us."

I rolled my eyes, "True. Ok, well, Drew's little section is next, if you want to-"

"OOOOHHHH!!!" All the guys hooted, poking Drew on the shoulder. I didn't think I would ever understand men from San Diego, much less Surfers turned rockers, so I just kinda stood there.

"Let me read it!" Drew said, cracking a grin.

"Nah, no way!" Tim laughed, "You got to read mine….i say Chad reads Drew!"

There were other various signs of agreement from the rest of the guys, and Tim handed the papers over to Chad.

Chad smoothed them out with a flourish, and cleared his throat.+