A/N: Sorry, this is another short chapter. But I hit number ten! Whoot!!! Oh, and by the way, I have a poll on my profile about this story. Vote if you care!

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you? I do not own Pendragon. However, DJ MacHale did reply to my email!

Claimer: Tara, Alex, Zachin, and the territory of Morvain--excluding the name which came from Porping243.

Loor informed us that three people in a flume would be a bit snug. But she still didn't want us to ride alone. So I, the smallest, rode with Alex, the largest except for Patrick. Well, I take that back. Loor was pretty ripped. The six of us stood in the flume's mouth.

"Morvain?" Alex asked to make sure he'd gotten it right. Loor nodded. Alex and I stepped into the flume. He grabbed my hand, and I blushed and stared at him. He looked embarassed too.

"Physical contact is needed..." he muttured. I nodded, though I wasn't any less embarassed. "Would you do the honors?" he asked me with a small smile.

"Morvain!" I shouted loudly. I felt a tugging coming from the heart of the flume, and a light was approaching Alex and I. In the next second, we were lifted up and pulled into the tunnel. Now that I knew that I wasn't going to die, the flume ride was a lot more fun.

"Check this out!" Alex cried. He did a zero-G flip, and I laughed. I had the feeling he was trying to impress me. Sadly, it was working. Or maybe not so sadly. Even though I'd only known him for a few hours, he seemed like a great guy. However, if Saint Dane was going to be involved, things were going to get really bad, really fast. It didn't seem like the best time to start a relationship.

"What?" he asked, flipping that same, persistant lock of hair out of his eyes.

"What what?"

"You were staring at me weird." Heh-heh, whoops. Yeah, my bad.

"No I wasn't." Good strategy, Tara. Deny like crazy. Oh, no, I wasn't thinking about our future after two hours of knowing you.

"Yeah, you were." Good job, Alex. Argue like heck. Thanks.

"Whatever. Show me how you did that flip." So with that complete and total subject change, things proceeded as normal. The arguement was forgotten. By him, at least. He taught me how to turn a flip while floating behind the light. Can you think of a weirder situation than that? I can't, but I have a bad feeling that a lot of weird--and not necessarily good weird--situations are in my future. That was making me think. I hoped I could come home soon, Hannah. I missed you a lot right then. I still do.

"Almost there," Alex said, his voice jolting me out of my thoughts. He carefully studied my face. "The flumes do that you know."

"Do what?"

"Make you think. Every Traveler that I've talked to said that it happens to them," he said very calmly.

"And just how many Travelers have you talked to?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Erm, two..."

"That's what I thought," I said with a small chuckle.

"I would've talked to more if I'd met more!" he protested. The flume set us down in a flash of light.

"Whatever, dude."

"Did you just call me dude?"

"Why I believe I just did!" I shouted. We stared at each other for a long moment. I believe that that was the most ridiculous semi-arguement I'd ever been in. I saw in his eyes that he agreed. I mentally dared him to laugh first. I could tell he was doing the same thing. I'd like to think that I would have held out the longest--except Patrick and Courtney came through the flume.

"Are we interrupting anything?" asked Patrick coolly. Alex and I jumped about ten feet apart. We had only been standing a few inches away from each other, and to an outsider it could have looked like we were about to--I don't know--kiss or something.

I could tell that Courtney was smothering a laugh. Of course, at that moment, Loor and Zachin had to arrive in their own light show. Zachin's eyes darted around the tunnel--no doubt drinking in every detail. I had a feeling that he's a lot more intelligent than he lets on.

"We are ready to go?" Loor asked us. It was really more of a command than a question. Blushing, I walked next to Courtney--as far from Alex as possible. Great.

The flume opened up into a giant cavernous cave. There were six pairs of clothing on the floor. The pants were made of a soft, dark material that felt a lot like cotton. The shirts were made of the same material in different colors. I was very pleased that I didn't have to wear a skirt. The guys grabbed their clothes and walked to the other side of the cave. We turned our backs to each other and changed. The clothes were very comfortable, and fit well.

My shirt was a navy blue color; Courtney's was yellow; Loor's was a pale lavender; Patrick's was a burnt orange color; Zachin's was gray; and Alex's was red. Everybody had black pants. We all looked pretty spiffy, if I might say. The only problem was I had no idea what the territory behind the clothing was.

Was it advenced technilogicaly? Was it primitive? Were dinosaurs running around like crazy? That thought scared the crap out of me. I sure hoped it was like home.

Only problem was, I had no way of knowing.

At least not until I stepped outside.