Authors Note: Sorry about not posting yesterday! I'll try to do two chapters today! And thank you Miss Hal Gibson (aka DeadlyNova) for spotting those spelling mistakes! Anyway, story time!

Simon kept running and running. Trying to get away from whatever was behind him. His footsteps echoed off the tunnel walls, the light of his torch dancing like a wild fire. Ahead the tunnel branched off two ways. He just saw a flash of red as Alvin ran down the left tunnel. Simon tried to catch up, but just as he was turning the corner, he tripped. He went flying into the wall, twisting awkwardly to try and protect himself from the impact. He just caught a glimpse of what was chasing before the torch hit the ground.

All he could see was two glowing red eyes before his body was tossed about wildly...

A rustling noise had woken Jeanette. She sat up, and looked around, to find Simon tossing wildly on the floor where he had been sleeping. She slid off the sofa she was sleeping on, and crawled over to him.

"Hay, Simon?" she said quietly, gently shaking him.

"No... no..." he cried, tossing more violently.

"Simon, please, wake up" she said a little louder, shaking him a bit harder.

He suddenly sat upright, his eyes wide open with fear, tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

"Simon, it's OK. You had a nightmare" she said soothingly, hugging him.

He hugged her back, quietly crying into her shoulder. After a little while, he pushed gently away.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"For what?"

"Oh... it doesn't matter... It was just a stupid dream..."

"So? Everyone is scared of nightmares. Otherwise they wouldn't be nightmares, they'd just be a normal dream."

"Still... it's silly. I should be thinking how to get out of here, not thinking about... whatever that was."

"Simon, calm. We can think about that when Alvin and Theodore are awake."

"It's just... yeah. I suppose."

They sat for a bit in silence, Simon was constantly fidgeting as Jeanette just sat watching him.

"Why... why are you staring at me?" Simon asked.

"Because... uh..." said Jeanette, trailing off. Suddenly she grabbed the front of Simon's jumper, and pulled him so that his lips touched hers.

"Wh...wh...what was... was that for?" he said, blushing bright red.

"Because... because I love you, and... and I hate seeing you upset..." she said, equally as red.

"Uh... Um... Thank you... uh... I love you too..." he said quietly, his cheeks practically the same colour as Alvin's jumper.

"So... what is bothering you?"

"That dream... and the one I had before coming camping..."

"Why?"

"They were both... really... uh... real... and then... then we fall down here... which happened in the first dream... almost exactly... except for the fact that you were there, and what we said... and... and how we got there..."

"It's probably a coincidence..." she trailed off at the sound of scratching at the door.

"What is that blasted noise!" moaned Alvin

"Some... something is... at the door..." said Simon, terrified.

Alvin jumped up the instant he heard the fear in his younger brother's voice.

"What is it?" he said

Jeanette wandered over, about to move the sofa blocking the door.

"No! Don't!" said Simon, pulling her away.

"Si?" said Alvin, quizzically.

"I don't want to know what it is. Just leave it. Go back to sleep."

"Si, not wanting to know something? You must be spooked. Your always curious."

"It's probably just a mouse... Go back to sleep." said Simon

"OK, OK." said Alvin, curling up in his spot on the floor.

"Are you going to tell me why you don't want to see what it is?" said Jeanette

"No." said Simon

"Was this what your other dream was about?"

"Maybe... I don't know. Just... go back to sleep. You'll need your energy for the walk back."

"Are you sure your OK?"

"I'm fine... I'll go back to sleep in a bit."

"OK."

Jeanette woke again a little while later. Simon was back on the floor, failing to fall back asleep. She again crawled over, and cuddled up to him.

"Thank you" he whispered, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, he fell asleep. Jeanette's hand brushed his.

"Weird... it's wet..." she thought, pulling her hand away. She grabbed her bag, and turned on a small torch, the kind usually found on keyrings. She then carefully aimed it in a way that it wouldn't wake Simon up, but she would be able to see his hand.

It was blood.

"He wouldn't..." she thought, gently pulling his sleeve up. She just stared for a few seconds.

"Oh Simon" she whispered, her suspicions confirmed.

Authors Note: I have a feeling that last part is going to cause a whirlwind of hate... So for the haters out there, think of it this way: Simon has just discovered that his nightmares are coming true, he blames himself for what is happening and the three most important people to him are in danger. Anyway, please review! And yonde kurete arigato! (Thanks for reading!) I'll try and upload another chapter today!