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"Look James, I think he's coming to."

"Logan? Logan, can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light. Kendall and James were hovering over me, staring down at me with anxious eyes. I sat up, shaking off their assistance. They both sat back and smiled.

"Jeez Logan," Kendall said, with a relieved exhalation, "you scared the crap out of us. One second you were opening the door, the next you were laying on the ground unconscious. James and I thought the dust had gotten to you."

"In a way, it did," I answered. "I went back there, to Elsewhere."

Frowning, James asked, "What happened? Is someone else going to get attacked?"

"No, nothing like that. I talked to Leila." They stared at me blankly, "Leila's the red haired woman from my nightmares. She told me what happened to Carlos, sort of." I paused, trying to remember everything she'd said.

"Well, what happened?" James demanded, impatiently.
"She said Carlos is too bright. The other people in my dream have judged against him or something. They're going to give him to the guardian, or his soul anyway."

This time I could do nothing to relieve the confused looks. I barely knew anymore than they did, but I took a stab at explaining my own personal theory, "Leila compared Elsewhere to dreamland. She said it was where your consciousness went when you were asleep."

"So, Elsewhere is where you brain goes when you're asleep, like where your dreams are?" Kendall asked.

"I think so. The people there found Carlos when he was asleep and decided he'd be a good candidate to feed to their 'guardian."

"Why Carlos, though?" James exclaimed.

"I don't know!" I burst out, throwing my hands up helplessly. "The only thing Leila said was that he was too… bright." Wait. Too bright… No offense to Carlos, but he wasn't exactly the smartest guy around, so when Leila said "bright" she wasn't talking smarts, but- "It's because he has so much energy."

They looked at me, waiting for me to explain.

"Think about it. Carlos is always bouncing off the walls and pulling crazy stunts. If the guardian eats souls, it's like eating a person's life energy, right? And who has more energy than Carlos?"

Kendall and James exchanged looks, believing me, but still confused.

I wracked my brain, trying to make everything fit together. I started from the beginning, going off the information Leila had given me, and drawing some conclusions of my own, "Okay, here's what we know so far. Whenever people sleep, their souls go to Elsewhere. Inside Elsewhere, there are at least two factions of people fighting against each other. Leila is on one side, and the people who took Carlos and who serve the guardian are on another. The dust also lives in Elsewhere, and I'm pretty sure it serves the guardian. If Leila and the dust are any examples to go by, people from Elsewhere can come down to reality, or else Leila is a real person, and that's her real body."

I stopped for a second. I hadn't really thought about Leila being real before. She could be. I went to Elsewhere and came back to reality all the time. I shook my head. That was irrelevant at the moment. "Skip that, it's not important. Anyway, the dust first attacked Carlos' soul in Elsewhere. Maybe it was marking him or preparing him or something, I don't know, but then it came here and attacked his real body, sealing his soul in Elsewhere. Now, Carlos is trapped on Elsewhere, waiting for the guardian to devour his life force."

"Okay," Kendall nodded. His mouth twisted in an ironic smirk, "That makes as much sense as anything else, but how do we save Carlos?"

I ran my hands through my hair, considering, "We have to get to Elsewhere. Leila said we could save him, but I assume we have to free his soul from Elsewhere. We can't do much for him here."

"That's great for you, Logan. You get yanked there all the time, but how do James and I get there?"

"What do you mean? You guys aren't coming."

"Uh, yeah we are. We're a team. If one of us is in trouble, all of us are."

"Kendall it's too dangerous. I'll go by myself. I'm not risking you guys."

"You don't have a choice Logan. We're coming whether you like it or not."

I was silent for a moment. I knew my best friends were the most amazing people ever, but sometimes I forgot just how far that loyalty extended. Warmth filled my chest, and I had to hold back tears. "Okay, you're right."

He nodded, satisfied. "Good, but that still doesn't answer my question. How do we all get there?"

I laid back on the carpeting, sighing in frustration, "I don't know. I seem to be there every time I fall unconscious. Maybe if I was holding on to you guys, and we passed out at the same time?"

"Two problems with that, how do you know that'll work? And how are we all going to knock ourselves out?"

"I don't know if it'll work, but do you have any better ideas?"

Kendall opened his mouth, but then closed it dejectedly. I sighed again, but then James said, "I have an idea."

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I don't know why I let James talk me into this. It seemed like a good idea in our room, but now that we were actually doing it…

He based his epiphany on falling off a cliff. I think his exact words were, "You know how if you fall off something in a dream, you instantly wake back up? What if we jump off something in the real world and it sends us to Elsewhere?" It sounded good in theory, but now that we were standing on a second floor balcony overlooking the pool, I wasn't so sure. If it didn't work, the worst that would happen was we fell twenty feet into the pool. It might hurt, but it wouldn't kill us. If it did work, our bodies would be left floating in the pool, but I'd accounted for that too. Buddha Bob was scheduled to check the area in a few minutes.

I was almost glad for nearly drowning this morning. Mr. Bitters had heard what happened and closed the pool to everyone, indefinitely. He didn't want any lawsuits. Now the pool was totally deserted, and no one could stop us from doing something that looked totally suicidal.

Today seemed to be our lucky day. James had lured Bitters away from his office claiming there was an unauthorized party on the fourth floor, while Kendall and I had searched Bitters' computer for a room over the pool. We'd hit the jackpot, finding one right where we needed it. Even better, it was unoccupied. We'd just snagged the key, when we heard Bitters returning, and got out of there quick. It had worked perfectly.

I ran a mental checklist of everything we had on us. I knew from past experience that whatever I had on me when I went into Elsewhere, was whatever I had on when I got there. The three of us all had watches, our hockey sticks strapped to our backs, our cell phones (I didn't know if they'd work in Elsewhere, but we brought them just in case), and backpacks with water and granola bars, (again, I didn't know if they'd do us any good in Elsewhere, but better to be prepared). Kendall had his Swiss army knife, I had a first aid kit, and James had his lucky comb. We were as ready as we could ever be. I just hoped it would be enough.

We climbed over the railing of the balcony and stood on the edge, hands behind us gripping the black bar. I swallowed audibly. The balconies never looked this high up when you were on the ground. We'd decided to wait until we actually saw Buddha Bob coming, before we jumped. If this worked, we had to give him enough time to save all of us before someone drowned. I nearly laughed, this was a life or death situation for us, but even if it weren't, this is the kind of thing we might be doing normally anyway. We had about a minute before Buddha Bob was supposed to show up, and I broke the silence.

"Guys, I want you to know I'm sorry for all this."

James gave an incredulous snort and Kendall looked at me in disbelief. "What are you sorry for?" Kendall demanded.

"I got us into all this. It's my fault. I'm sorry you guys have to risk yourselves to fix my mistake."

Kendall sighed and shook his head, "Logan, this. Isn't. Your. Fault." He annunciated each word slowly, as if he thought I was stupid. Which, come to think of it, he probably did.

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it, and I'm only going to say this one more time, you couldn't have stopped this. Even if you believed your nightmares were more than nightmares, what could you have done? You've done everything you could Logan, and you're about to do more. Carlos is lucky to have a friend like you. Without you, we wouldn't even know what had happened. So stop being so self-deprecating and suck it up. We're not going to let you blame yourself for this."

I smiled at him, blinking back a sudden onrush of emotion. "Thanks Kendall," I said softly.

"Anytime, Logie," he said, returning my smile.

"Uh, I hate to break up the moment," James said, "but Buddha Bob is coming."

We all turned to face forward and took a deep breath. It was now or never. "I love you guys," I said.

"Me too."

"Ditto."

I reached out and grabbed Kendall's right hand and James' left, and then we jumped.

End of chapter eight! Woo! Actually, I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. If anything is still confusing or you didn't understand some of my explanation, send me a review, and I'll try to address it, m'kay? Or review anyway. Please?