AN: call me nice. Or evil since the Narnian Phantom Stallion gets to read all my updates as soon as i finish typing them. Anyways heres the next bit. I didn't get but two reviews on the last chapter. GIve me at least five reviews on this chapter and you get the next one. Reviews have to reach 40 before I update.

Jake groggily reached for his cell phone in the pitch black of night. He found it and flipped it open. "Yeah?" he said through a yawn.

"Jake, it's Wyatt," came the voice on the other end of the call. "Sam's gone."

The last two words woke Jake completely. "Sam's what?"

"Sam's gone. She left to go riding this morning and hasn't returned. And I gave her strict orders to be back by dark."

Jake glanced at the clock. It flashed 12:32am as he did. "I'll be there soon as I can," he said, already out of bed and pulling on his jeans and shoes.

"Thanks Jake. We'll keep looking and let you know if we find anything," Wyatt's tired and stressed voice said.

Sam's eyes slowly opened and the first thing she saw was a bay shoulder and legs of a horse she was on. She winced slightly at the pounding headache she was feeling. Unlacing her hands and fingers, which she noted were locked together tightly around the horse's neck, she sat up slowly. Sam blinked several times as she looked around her.

She was surrounded by a herd of grazing horses in a meadow with a stream running through it. She noted that the meadow seemed inclosed by rock walls. "Where am I?" she thought to herself.

Sam looked down at the horse she was on. He was small and bay. As the horse turned his head around to look at the girl on his back, he nickered, and as he tossed his head she noticed his white star.

She looked up from staring at the bay's face when she heard a soft nicker come from beside her. She looked to her left and saw a big silver stallion standing at her side. She started to jerk away when he reached out to touch his muzzle to her arm, but something stopped her.

She watched as the stallion gently nuzzled her arm all the while nickering. "Who are you?" she whispered quietly. He looked up at the sound of her voice and neighed lightly. She kept glancing from the horse she was on to the stallion a her side. Both horses - in fact, all the horses surrounding her - looked familiar, but she couldn't quite figure out why.

She glanced down at the saddle she was in and noticed the saddle bags. She slid off the little bay gelding and undid his girth, sliding the saddle off his back and to the ground. She then reached for the bridle he was wearing and noticed the broken throat latch and reins. She slid it off his head and then sat down to go through the saddle bags.

Sam expected the horse to trot off and join the rest of the herd but instead he shook his mane and fell to eating grass alongside her and he silver horse. She shrugged and picked up the saddle bags, dumping the contents into a pile in front of her. The first thing to catch her eye was a silver cell phone. She picked it up and flipped it open, turning it on. Once it was on she noticed there was no service in the area and scrolled through the contacts and texts. She noticed that she tended to have lots from a guy who called her 'brat' when her name was apparently Samantha Forster, or Sam.

She sat still for a moment, staring at the texts. The name ''brat' sounded familiar and she tried to figure out why. She glanced a who the text was from and noticed it was from a guy named Jake. "Jake… Brat… Jake… Brat…" she muttered over and over, frowning. She glanced at the horses around her and suddenly another name popped into her head.

AN: cliffie! Woohoo! Remember: reviews have to reach 40 before the next chapter is up!