Claire wandered into the mines, looking back every minute or so. Using her hoe, she found staircases leading her further into the dark tunnel. She heard footsteps behind her, and 2 slender hands cover her eyes.
"Guess who Angel?" the person-Skye-said. Claire grinned, and held his hands.
"Sorry about before," Skye told Claire sheepishly, referring to him paralyzing her with his "Chick Beam." He smiled at her, making her heart melt. They sat down on the cold floors of the excavation site.
"That's alright." Claire rested her head on Skye's broad shoulder. He stroked her long blonde hair. This moment can't get any more perfect, Claire thought.
Then that moment ended.
Some sort of barrier cut them apart. Their eyes were wide. Skye was a foot away from Claire so she tried running to him, but an invisable force was blocking her from him.
"Skye!" she screamed, putting her hand on the barrier. He did the same. Tears clouded her vision, and she found Skye fading, fading, fading...
And then nothing.
"Angel!" he cried, his voice drifting. Then, all she heard was silence...
"Skye!" Claire yelled, jolting up from her bed. She breathed heavily.
It... it was just a dream, she told herself. Skye's okay. He's fine. But how would she know? Claire hadn't seen him in a week, since it was raining for the past 7 days. Why did this dream consist of Skye disappearing? First, she had a dream of him comforting her. Then, one where he robbed the Blue Bar. Now This? Claire shook her head, as if doing so would get rid of any unwanted thoughts.
Climbing out of her bed, she slipped on her denim overalls. She walked out her small little house, greeted finally by sunlight, and began to plant her onions, since it was now the first day of summer.
Just to be sure, Claire thought, throwing her emptied seeds bag in the trash, I'll go to the excavation site today.
When everything was watered, she made her way to the east of Forget-Me-Not Valley. In front of a tent that rested near the mines was Carter, a middle aged man who excavated the mines, and Flora, a young, cheerful blonde, who was his assistant. They both looked distressed, and held a manilla note.
"Uh, hi guys," Claire said, greeting them with a small wave.
"You came at a good time Claire," Carter muttered, keeping on his angry face.
"A note came from Phantom Skye!" Flora screeched.
Oh boy.
"'At midnight, I'll be helping myself to the valuables in your tent. Phantom Skye.'" read Carter, angrily.
"That two-bit, good-for-nothing, snake-in-the-grass of a theif!" Carter added, making a fist. Hey! Claire wanted to yell. Don't call him a thief! You don't know him like I do!
"We'll, like, be set back for days if he takes our artifacts!" Flora complained, biting her nails.
"Do you think you could lend us a hand in catching him?" Carter asked Claire, gruffly.
A chance to see Skye! And I can make sure they won't catch him!
"Of course I'll help," Claire said, shrugging, but containing her excitement.
Flora jumped up and gave her a very tight hug. "Gosh Claire, thanks so so much!" Claire gasped as she finally released her.
"We'll be waiting in the tent. Come see us between 10 and 12 tonight," Carter told her, running a hand through his slightly greying hair.
"Kay, bye!" Claire called, running out of the area. Now, she was worried instead of eccentric.
Last time, Skye had stolen a few drinks from the Blue Bar, but this was bigger. These were artifacts.
Skye, Claire thought sadly, staring at the sun which was now setting. Just what are you going to do?