Alright everyone, the muses actually let me write this one! We are now in Jamie's POV again, and I'm sorry. I really am. I meant for this to be Jamie being Jamie, all cute and stuff, and well...you'll see.

I sat down a little hard, causing the big cage to rock a little. We'd all gotten used to it by now; in fact it was a little fun.

"You got any ideas Claude?" I asked. The boy next to me shook his head. "Cupcake?" Another no. "What about you Monty? You always seem to have really good ideas!"

"Nothing," Monty said, fixing his glasses. I sighed and held my head up with my hands.

"Darn. What about those horse thingies? What do they do when they aren't here?" I wondered.

"We don't like those horse thingies. They're creepy," Pippa said softly. I looked down at the ones walking around below us, making sure we didn't somehow escape (very unlikely, I'm not even sure how we'd get down). They looked pretty scary at first, especially when they looked at you, but after a while of staring at them, it was like they weren't that scary at all.

"I don't think they're creepy," I said. One of them looked at me, and suddenly it was right in my face and its eyes were really close to me. My eyes got real wide and I'll admit, I was scared. The horse thingy laughed and then was back on the ground. I crossed my arms.

"Rude."

"What about the kids that leave?" Cupcake asked. I shrugged. Every now and then the horses would take one of the kids from a cage. We haven't seen one come back yet. We'd heard some talk about "experiments" and "super soldiers" and "mutations," but we didn't understand what all that meant, so we kind of just left it to our imaginations which honestly wasn't coming up with better results. Most of the time we just walked around the cage talking (or in adult talk deliverating!) which wasn't getting us anywhere either.

"What about Jack?" Claude asked. I looked down. It had been almost two days – I think – and still no sign of Jack. How hard could it be to find me? Probably actually really hard I don't even know where I am right now, I think it's somewhere underground. I shrugged a little and looked at him.

"I guess he's having a hard time with directions. But I know Jack and he'll be here," I said defiantly (as I've been informed is the actual word, not definitely). I yawned.

"Not again!"

"I don't want to sleep!"

"I don't care how tired I am I don't want to sleep tonight!"

"Let's just try to stay…awake guys," Claude said as he yawned too. We all nodded in agreement.

Pretty soon it was really quiet. I yawned again and looked around, everyone had layed down.

"Guys? Did everyone fall asleep?"

"Seems that way, doesn't it, Jamie Bennet?" A familiar really creepy voice asked.

"Stinky head," I whispered. And there he was, Pitch. He smiled weird, like something stank (it was him, I'm sure). He just pointed at me, and then a horse thingy was in my face again, but this time it didn't stop there, it was like when I was kidnapped in the first place, and all I could see was black.

"Hey!" I screamed, trying to find a way out. Then, just like that, all the blackness was gone, and I was being grabbed around my middle and carried. I screamed even more, and started kicking. It didn't exactly help anything, because these things are like, made of sand or something. But I still tried. Pitch walked ahead of us, with his hands behind his back and his head really high. I didn't like it. While I was wildly kicking around, I happened to catch a look at one of the rooms in the hall we were in. It was completely white, which was a change for all the black we'd seen everywhere. The wall was made of glass, and there was a kid inside. It was one of the ones that had gone missing! He was all huddled (which I've also been informed is the right word, since hiddled is apparently not one) against the wall away from us, and he was shaking. I got really scared, because we were getting closer and closer to an empty room. What does Pitch do to all those kids he takes anyway? By the look of the little boy, it wasn't a good thing. I had stopped kicking and screaming, and now looked up and what was holding me. It was creepy. It had creepy eyes, and its teeth were really sharp. So were its nails, because they were digging into my side and it really hurt. They were going to leave scratches.

Finally, after what felt like a really long walk, Pitch stopped at an empty room.

"Yes, this should do just nicely for little Jamie," he said, his creepy smile back. The thing that was holding me threw me in there like I was dirty clothes in the laundry.

"Ow! You're rude too!" I said to it. I got up as fast as I could to run out of the room, but didn't make it. It shut on me really fast. "Hey! Let me out of here meanie butt! I'll get you for this Stinky Head!" After I realized nothing was working I huffed and sat down against a wall. There was a noise next to me. I turned my head to see what it was and gasped. It was another one of the kids who had gone missing. She was staring at me, which was creepy enough, but one of her eyes was covered with the black stuff that the horse thingies were made of, and he nails had gotten really sharp. She looked like she'd been crying. There were some scratches on her, like she'd accidentally scratched herself a lot. She suddenly looked like something was hurting her and put her hand over her bad eye really hard. She looked like she was screaming and crying, and I pressed myself as hard to the glass as I could, trying to make sure she was alright. She sure didn't look alright. After a while, her other eye closed and her hand fell away from her face. There was blood on her face and her hand, so I guess that's how she accidently hurt herself a lot. I sat down again, next to the glass between us, waiting for her to wake up. I wasn't tired anymore.

When she finally woke up I tapped the glass, making her look at me.

'You ok?' I mouthed. She shook her head no. 'Sorry.'

'Thank you,' she mouthed back. She looked younger than me. She looked five or six. She had yellow hair, and brown eyes, and she looked really really tired. We sat next to each other after that, well, as close to next to each other we could get there was glass in between us. Neither of us wanted to sleep. We weren't tired anymore. There weren't any horse thingies anymore, but I sure do wish there were. What guarded the hall instead was much scarier. It was like something out of those movies I wasn't allowed to watch because they were too scary.

One time, one of them came to her door.

I watched as her head shot up real fast, and she looked really scared. She was crying again, and squeezing really hard against the glass between us. When they grabbed her I started yelling at them and banging really hard on it but they took her away anyway.

I waited and waited for her to come back. I waited for what felt like forever. When she did come back, she had more black stuff on her. She still looked really scared, but the way she moved kind of scared me. One time, after I took a small nap and woke up, I saw her just staring at me. Her eyes weren't brown anymore, they were the same color as the horse thingies. She still looked like she'd been crying. She always looked like she'd been crying.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I honestly tried to make this chapter a bit more lighthearted, but apparently not. That's not where this was going. People should give me songs. I like songs. Songs make good writing music. Don't they HerHeadInTheClouds?