A/N: All right guys! Next chapter. I really hope you like it and I'm sorry that it's been taking a while to write and also thank you so much for all the reviews.

"Uhh guys," said Maybeck, "There's just one small problem. If it is in the statue, How do we get it out?"

"That," said Finn, "Is a very good question." They all gathered around the statue and examined every angle of the statue. Philby, of course, took the nameplate towards the bottom. He read it over and over again. We must be missing something, he thought. Then, something caught his eye. A flicker of shine. He bent down and looked directly at it. Upon very close inspection, he saw the small outline of a hand. Reaching his hand out, he curiously matched his up with the one on the nameplate.

"Ow!" he said, ripping his hand off.

"What happened?" asked Willa.

"It..it shocked me. I don't know wh-" Philby stopped mid-sentence to watch the nameplate. It was slowly moving. It swung around and turned to what was supposed to be the back of it, but was really a key board with letters.

"Sweet!" Maybeck said.

"What do you think the code is?" asked Charlene. Philby sat there typing in a few basic codes while Willa stood next to him offering suggestions. Finn was growing anxious. They were all outside in the open, after all and all though they could still hear the Buzz Vs. Zurg battle in the background, there could definitely be other OTs watching them. Philby threw his hands up, frustrated. He wasn't used to not being able to figure things like this out and it was irking him.

"I give up!" he said, "Someone else can take a turn!" Everyone looked at Finn, although Finn didn't know why. He wasn't exactly the quickest to catching on but it probably had to do with Wayne and his Finn being a leader theory. Not wanting to waste time thinking about that, he padded forward to try and figure out the code. W-A-Y-N-E, he tried typing in. The red light flashed showing he was wrong. D-I-S-N-E-Y, he tried again. Red light. Wrong again. As he kept going he grew more annoyed. He tried everything he could. It got to the point where he was just trying random words that associated to Disney and Wayne, no matter how loosely. This is impossible, he thought. Why the hell did Wayne make it this hard? He thought back to any conversation he and Wayne had ever had, hoping he might've left him a clue. His mind settled on when Wayne had showed him VMK was indeed still open, right before their little adventure at Animal Kingdom. He told me to use Walt Disney's name backwards, he realized. Y-E-N-S-I-D-T-L-A-W. Ding! Green light. He pumped his fist in the air in a show of victory. The concrete right under the name plate slid out to reveal a little button that looked like a garage door opener. The fob. They all cheered. The nameplate swung back around. Maybeck reached out his hand to press the fob.

"Wait!" said Finn, "If we cross back over here, then the fob will stay right out in the open."

"You're right," said Willa, "Let's put it in the apartment like we used to,"

"But what about Amanda and Jess?" said Maybeck, "They don't how to get up the Keep!"

"Well I don't remember how to get up either," said Charlene coming to their defense.

"Well how about we just hide it somewhere in the royal table dining room," suggested Finn. Everyone agreed to this, so they headed back inside the castle.

"Okay, so where should we put the fob?" asked Willa.

"I'll take care of that after you leave, dear," said the fairy godmother coming up behind them. Not wasting any time, the kids all gathered around the fob. Looking around to make sure everyone was there, Finn pressed the button.

The kids had all agreed to have a live video chat that next day. Finn was taking Amanda to his house for it. But Jess didn't have a place to go and she didn't want to intrude on Finn's house because he and Amanda were probably gonna end up with their tongues shoved inside each other's throats. Well, probably not but they would both be shamelessly flirting. Not a pretty picture for Jess. They couldn't pick her up because her school was kind of far. But, she went to the same school as Maybeck.

"Absolutely not!" said Jess, once Amanda told her the news. She got the announcement via email.

"Jess there's not a choice!" said Amanda, tiredly. Sometimes, she felt like a mother. Not that she knew what that was like. "Just please please do it for me!" Jess sighed. She did hate stressing Amanda out.

"All right, fine!" said Jess reluctantly.

"GIRLS! SCHOOL TIME!" Miss. Nash called upstairs. Jess and Amanda quickly hurried out of the house and to their schools. Jess was glad that Amanda didn't go to her school. Nothing against Amanda but honestly, her school was in a sketchy part of town and Amanda was too sweet and soft to handle it.

"Hey, Jess," said Rob, popping out of seemingly nowhere as Jess was making her way to class.

"Rob," she nodded towards him. She and Rob had briefly dated but she broke up with him when she realized what a pig he was. He was just like all the other guys at her school: constantly trying to be cool but inevitably being boringly ordinary. He thought he was cool because he wore his pants below his butt. She really should've known better than to date him. Who asks a girl out by saying " I know you like me," especially if they don't. But for some reason, lately she couldn't get him away from her. It's like he was back for round 2. Jess walked faster, trying to get away from him. He followed her closely, clearly not getting the message.

"So Jessie," Rob started. Jess rolled her eyes.

"I've told you before, I don't like being called Jessie. It's Jess to you!" Jess snapped, not in the mood to play games.

"Relax Jess," he said, "I'm just messin with you. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me?" Rob was such an idiot. He and Jess had known each other for a while and dated and he STILL didn't get that she didn't like school dances. It was just a chance for the popular people to make everyone else feel inferior by dominating the middle of the dance floor while everyone else crowded around, trying to see what was going on.

"No thanks," said Jess as politely as she could, given the circumstances.

"Aw c'mon!" he half begged half spat out, "Lighten up. We kinda used to have a thing!"

"And your point being?" Jess snapped.

"I was hoping we could get back to that," he answered.

"Ohh," said Jess, "Did Alexa dump you ALREADY?" Rob frowned. He opened his mouth to respond but, not being able to think of a good one, turned away muttering, "Bitch," under his breath. Jess was relieved that he was finally leaving her alone. Classes were a bore, as always. But after lunch, Maybeck approached her.

"So, you're coming over my house after-school right?" he asked her casually, making sure to look like he wasn't too pleased about it.

"Er…yeah," said Jess, "All right." Rob, having overheard as he was planning on going to once again ask Jess to the dance, stopped and faced them, frowning.

"Now I know why you wouldn't go to the dance with me! You've got a thing for Maybeck!" He said, accusingly.

"Hell no!" said Maybeck fiercely, wanting to save face, "She needs a ride, that's all. I would never date her. I mean just look at her!" Tears sprang to Jess' eyes. She was so mad, she couldn't see straight.

" You know what 'Terry'? Just because you walk around like you're all that, you think you are! You think your some big ladies man. Guess what? Nobody wants to date you! The only girl dumb enough to is Alexa and seeing as how she used to date Rob, that's saying a LOT about her standards. Oh and I don't need the ride after all. I don't think I would hate anything more than catching a ride home from school with you," Jess yelled, turning away and pushing past the small crowd that gathered. Later, some would say she slapped Maybeck right in the face for breaking up with her, while others would swear that she was pregnant with his child and that she had rejected him. But honestly, Jess didn't care. It's easier to talk about people like you know them when you don't, than to actually get to know them. She figured she probably wouldn't be at that school much longer anyways, the way thing were going at Mrs. Nash's house. She'd felt this bad before when she was little. But what she so desperately wanted and needed, she couldn't do. Not here, not now. She had already done it a few times and it was becoming a bad habit. Still, even after she had gone into her next class, she felt it calling to her, pulling her there. Taking a hold of her and practically possessing her. She tried to resist but couldn't fight the force. Finally, raising her hand to get a bathroom pass, she slipped out the door. Her feet were moving faster and faster, clicking along the tile floor. Down the stairs, turning left, down some more stairs and finally a quick right. She tiptoed inside the room and looked around, making sure it was empty. Climbing up and onto the platform. She went in front of the curtains and carefully turned on one light. The light pointing center stage. Walking over to the microphone stand and pulling it out she moved the stand towards the piano. Sitting down, she let her fingers take control and the melodramatic tone sink in. Opening her mouth, she sang the words that had slowly become her life

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,

When the hope was high and life worth living,

Her voice picked up as the music did and was a combination of love, hate, sadness, and bitterness, all wrapped up in one. It was something that could ease the broken soul and pain the full one. Closing her eyes, she let a single tear fall from her eyes, though her voice never wavered.

But the tigers come at night,

With their voices soft as thunder,

As they tear your hope apart,

As they turn your dreams to shame,

More and more tears fell from her face, and she was powerless to stop them.

I had a dream my life would be,

So different from this hell I'm living.

So different now from what it seems,

Now life has killed the dream,

I dreamed

She said the last line softly, as if resigning. As the beat slowed and eventually faded into the darkness, she heard a door slam softly. She looked up but saw nothing. Thinking it was all in her head, she walked out of the door.

Ms. Donovan, the choir teacher had tears in her eyes. The girl was good. Really good. Good enough to go somewhere. Maybe not Broadway but somewhere, definitely. Yes, she was in Ms. Donovan's choir class but nobody had ever really stood out as outstandingly good to her. At least not lately. What with show tunes and classics being deemed uncool and lame, everyone was so afraid to stand out. But Jess had never struck her as that type. She seemed not to be worried what people thought of her and she wasn't an outcast but at the same time, she was solitaire, even when sorrounded by friends. But the way she sang that song, the way her heart poured into it, how genuine and raw it was, was extraordinary. She was just what Ms. Donovan needed so it was settled. Ms. Donovan was going to approach Jess about her singing.

Listening to Jess' voice, even though it really was a sad song, Maybeck felt comfort. He had seen her wandering the halls with her eyes a little red and puffy and he half-pitied half-hated her. Following her he wasn't sure if he was going to comfort her or confront her. But what had happened to him, wasn't what he expected. She sat down delicately by the piano and played amazing music like it was nothing. Then she opened her mouth and sang like nobody's business. Yeah it sounded like some old weird music that people might have listened to in the 1800's, but her singing it made it new and Maybeck felt ashamed that he had known her as long as he did without ever hearing her sing. He was very disgruntled the rest of the day, barely able to focus on anything and he was about to get in his car when he turned back around, looking for Jess. He saw her up ahead on the road, already walking home. Silently, he slid into the car and closed the door and Aunt Jelly drove him home.