I fly over to Jack, my eyes on the space behind him. His hand touches my shoulder as I pass him. I instinctively shrug it off, but I turn to face him. Before he can ask, I exlpain: "I'm just going to check something. I'll be back soon!" I shout the last part as I fly away. As soon as the race is out of sight, I turn my attention back to the shadow, seraching for it, It feels llke something is pulling me towards it, urging me to find out what it is. A street lamp wavers and something moves from one side of the street to the other so fast I can just about see it. I follow it, using the street lamps it leaves flickering in its wake as guidance. I end up in a cul-de-sac where every light turn off one by one until I'm left in complete darkness. I feel the feathers on the arrows in my quiver and grab one that feels familiar. I blow on it to light it, and a bright red-orange glow sheds some light on my surrounding. Black smoke comes into my field of vision, creeping across the floor towards me. It begins to build up and around me, and as I turn to run, I'm met with more smoke. As it closes in, I decide to hold my breath and run. I keep running until I bump into something solid. "Hey!" Jack says. I look up at his face and grin at the sight of hi-something that's not smoke. "You'd been gone ages. I-we were getting worried," he explains, blushing slightly. "Yeah...I'm fine..." I say distractedly as I look round to find no trace of the black smoke. "Let's go." I nod slowly and fly along with him back to where the Guardians are. But neither of us are prepared for the sight we see. Towering over the Guardians is none other than Pitch Black himself. "Well, well , well. All together now, aren't we. Isn't that nice?" "How did you get out of your nightmares?" Jack shouts. "Ah, that. Harnessing the essence of fear itself. Quite easy when you're not scared. Now, fear it!" Pitch raises his arms, and the black smoke rises up behind him. And I don't fear it. Because I'm brave. I charge into the smoke towards Pitch, and the Guardians follow. When I'm inside I can't see anything but I keep flying ahead until I see a figure coming through the smoke. I draw an arrow, ready for Pitch, but as the figure gets clearer, I notice it holds a staff. I haven't even finished my sigh of relief before the excruciating pain of the spear creating a hole in my torso cuts it short.