Chapter Four: Sandy

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I don't talk. I use symbols. That's the price of being the Sandman. But you get to appreciate the silence when all North and Bunny do is talk and argue.

Anyways, Jack Frost. I first met him three hundred years or so ago on one of my first few hundred runs. I was still a little shaky, but Jack flew up and helped me get the hang of flying. He asked me if I was seen or if people walked through me. I nodded yes I was seen. He was a little disappointed, but then he asked how you get to be seen. I tried to get him to understand he needs believer, but it never worked that way. I couldn't get him to understand my symbols. So we parted ways and met again every few nights.

Jack seemed like a lost puppy whenever he came to me. I don't see it now. Jamie believes and Jack has his memories of his past life back. He not so closed off nowadays. He more open and carefree. Still on the naughty list though, I think North pointed out to him one day. Jack shrugged and told him he wanted to stay on that list the longest he could. Bunny rolled his eyes of course.

That is Jack Frost to me. That is why he is a Guardian.