Maggy gasped. Isaac just sighed, but it trembled as he tried to steady his mind.

The only clear thought that went through his head was Oh no.

The other thoughts he had to struggle to read them. We're dead, was one. We have no materials, food, or water, was another. We're alone, was another.

It all streamed through his brain to his mouth. "Maggy, what will we do?" he wept. "We have nothing. We're going to starve or dehydrate or some other stupid, abnormal obstacle will be thrown at us. We need to get across that wall, we need to, Maggy."

She slapped him hard across the face and glared at him. Everything inside him stopped, and only two words came out. "I'm sorry," he whimpered.

"Me too, but you need to be rational," she asserted. "I've learned that from you. I'm normally a very happy, cheerful person, not a strategy maker, not a thinker, not any of that stuff. Now is the time we need that kind of stuff, and if you won't do it, I will."

I would have said something like that, Isaac thought with pride, but not for him, for her. She learned well.

"Okay," he agreed. "Let's both be sensible about this. The more, the better."

"First we'll need to find food," she suggested.

"Then water, hopefully at the same time."

"Next, shelter."

"After that—"

They heard someone banging on the wall. They urgently rocketed towards it.

"Maggy! Isaac! Are you guys okay?" It sounded like Cain.

"We're fine," Isaac responded. "But, of course, we don't know a way across."

"Stay there," Judas instructed. "We'll find something to—"

A fist stabbed straight though the wall.

Isaac's mouth hung open, and Maggy covered her own with her hands. The fist's veins throbbed with energy, and a few drops of blood gently cascaded down several cuts made from the stony wall. A red glow erupted through the hand and the veins pulsated much more powerfully.

After a long silence, the hand retracted and a foot made another hole in the wall, and another radiance burst out of it, creating more red, now a crimson.

Then the two walked backwards as Samson strolled through the blockage with ease, breaking away more of the rough wall, and looked down at the shaking Maggy and Isaac.

"Your welcome," he said simply with a grin.

After learning of Samson's supernatural strength and continuing to wander around, albeit in silence unlike before, people began to yawn and stomachs commenced rumbling, so they all sat down for a break.

Judas opened his sack, which contained all the food and water, and passed some of it around. It wasn't a very impressive meal, but it was more than usual.

"So, can I tell about my dream now?" Samson requested to Isaac.

"Sure," he approved, and they all sat down to hear.

Once everyone was settled in, Samson initiated his story. "I was in a chair, watching the television, when suddenly the door opened. I went over to see who it was, and it was a kid around my age. Well, not my age now, but my age then. I assumed I was a preteen. Anyway..."

It didn't sound like it was very important, so he distracted himself with some thoughts. "Hey, Maggy," he whispered.

"Hmm?" she asked. She sounded tired, and when he looked at her, she appeared to be tired too.

"You wanna go to sleep early tonight?" he suggested.

"Sure, why not," she yawned.

"Same here," he admitted, yawning with her. "G'night."

Maggy was already in her slumber. She had a smile on.

He woke in the same house from his dream. Obviously this is another one, then.

He was also in the same rocking chair, but his dad wasn't there. Beside the fireplace was a television which wasn't there in his last dream. He walked over and tried to turn it on, but it didn't work.

Then he saw a VCR below it attached to the back of the TV. A single cassette tape lay isolated on the ground. He picked it up and scanned it to see what it was. Finally, he saw a very well blended word. His eyes strained to see it, then he processed it said simply 'Song'. He inserted the tape.

The TV turned on by itself, but there was no video, only audio, and it chanted softly, slowly:

Sleepy, sleepy baby, Happy, happy baby, Yawning, yawning baby, Lovely, lovely baby.

Go to bed and sleep now, Snore and snore and bye now, We know you're fatigued now, Good night and goodbye now.

The video began to play. It was dark, but it looked like the bedroom he was in in another one of his dreams. Abruptly all the light from the house went away—not from the video, from the real house.

The door from both the television and real life...well, real dream...opened. Looking at both of them, he saw a black, winged, horned demon approach him.

The TV turned itself off, and the beast cornered Isaac. He breathed heavily without noticing it.

The monster opened it's mouth.

"Forever."

Isaac woke up.

After another rather difficult shift, the team woke up. Isaac went right away to Judas.

"Judas, I had another dream," he informed him.

"What was it?" he urged.

"I was in the house where I saw my dad, but this time he wasn't there, and there was a TV. It was attached to a VCR, and there was a cassette tape on the floor that said 'Song'. I put it in and it obviously sang a song, but then all the lights turned off after it was finished, and a demon entered the house, and it got me stuck in a corner, and it said 'Forever'."

Isaac explained everything extremely quickly, so Judas had to take some time to process what he said. He opened his mouth for a second, but his eyes went colorless again.

Don't tell me some other wall is gonna separate us again or something, Isaac pleaded.

His eyes went back to normal and he gazed at Isaac.

"Azazel," Judas explained. He took his pen and rubbed his chin with it. "Azazel..." he repeated.

Isaac put his head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "Azazel?"

"Yes."

Okay, he really needs to tell me what in heck 'Azazel' means. "What does that mean?"

"That's the demon's name. Azazel is the one who took us here, too."

Isaac scratched his neck. "Okay, so what does that solve for us?"

"It's not too important, especially as of now," Judas confessed. "But it will be."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I'm not the one controlling these visions."

"Oh, so that's what they are."

"Yes." He stalked away, writing in his book.

I learned less about my dream and more about him, Isaac complained. This Azazel guy needs to get us back home, or else.

"Is everyone ready to go?" Isaac exclaimed. No one objected. "Then let's go."

Just as he took his first step to begin the journey, the floor creaked below him and he tried not to move.

People began chattering; no one but Cain noticed Isaac. "What's wrong?" he said, walking towards him.

"Don't—" he started, and the floor squeaked louder. Cain paused, too.

By then, the whole group was rushing towards them. "No, stay away!" Isaac yelled, but not in time. The floor gave up and he fell to what he expected to be his death.

However, he only landed about ten feet from where he dropped. It was the pure opposite of the mansion he had been wandering up there—this place was bright, beautiful, and cozy.

"Hello."

He twisted around to the noise, for some reason getting ready to see Azazel. However, it was just...no, not at all 'just'...a hovering, blazing-white haired, closed-eyes human. As he revealed his eyes, they shone like a thousand suns and Isaac had to turn away.

"I am Eden."

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