Sandy volunteered to go next. Jack's memories of Bunnymund were horrible, and he figured they could use some that weren't so bad. Although, he was really hoping that there were none to be associated with him at all. He hadn't ever done anything to the spirit of winter, had he? Jack was always happy to play with his dream sand whenever he was near, and Sandy was always pleased to feel his hand running through the current because it was a direct connection to his magic.

Hesitating only a moment, he hit the button.

To his dismay, the palace fell away, revealing Sandy flying about over a village on his dream cloud, sending dream sand tendrils out to the rickety old houses.

Jack was nowhere to be found. Fear and guilt gripped his heart. He didn't want to see what was happening.

Memory-Sandy flew over the lake, stopping when he saw something laying under a blanket of snow on the ice. He drifted down and saw Jack, laying there.

Memory-Sandy shivered and so did real Sandy, remembering all too well what he'd thought that day. It was probably 300 years ago, not long after Jack had been reborn, apparently. The four of them could see just how pale and deathly Jack looked when he slept; like a child who had just crawled out onto the lake and died. Memory-Sandy's face twisted in pain when he noticed the child was not breathing. He didn't really need to; breathing when Jack was awake was probably just a reflex. But Sandy hadn't known that at the time.

Memory-Sandy figured that as horrifying it was to see a dead child while he was out working, it would do nothing to give him golden sand and it was not his job to return a corpse to the already suffering town. So the memory-Sandy flew away, leaving Jack there alone on the lake.

He hoped that was it, but Jack was asleep the entire time so that couldn't have been the whole memory.

"Sandy, this might be an associated projection - the box may be taking your memory and jumbling it with his."

His worry and Tooth's words were confirmed when he blinked and was standing in what he recognized fully well as a dream. No...not a dream. A nightmare. Jack was standing before a little girl with brown hair. The two of them were by the lake. "Don't you see me?!" The girl was crying and Jack just couldn't understand why. "Please, look at me! Don't cry! Please don't cry..." He reached out to put a hand on the girl's shoulder, but it went right through her. They felt the pain stab at him. For some reason, it was worse than any pain he'd felt before when the villagers walked through him. This burned him right to his soul and deeper.

The girl, crying, ran away from the spirit she could not see and Jack curled up in the snow, crying himself.

The Guardians were thrown back out of his dream as he awoke, panic and sorrow filling him. Drowning him.

The light took them away.

It was really a flurry of dreams this time. Or rather, Jack's nightmares.

Sometimes, people who had died at his hand (no matter that it was indirectly) haunted him. Chased him. Attacked him. Their faces flooded his vision before tears blurred them out.

Sometimes, it was the girl, crying again by the lake. Not speaking.

Sometimes the dreams mingled together, and that was what drew the worst responses. The girl accused him of being a murderer, reckless, and terrible as she pointed at the dead.

Finally, Jack woke up. He looked to the sky, and saw golden tendrils of sand floating above his head. Sandman?

Guilt hit Sandy like a train. His job was to bring dreams to sleeping kids. This kid, spirit or not, he had failed. Sandy, like Bunny, sank to the floor as they felt Jack resolve to never sleep again.

The next memory was by far the worst. It was the moment when Sandy had been turned into a Fearling.

He didn't know how terrifying it had looked to the other Guardians. He only knew that he had to be brave as he went down, lest Pitch gain another small victory of taking down an opponent who held no honor in death. But from a third person point of view, it was even more horrible.

The feelings that swelled in Jack surprised Sandy, though. After failing him for 300 years, Jack was still flying at full speed at the Nightmares to try to save him.

Sandy had seen and felt the incredible anger Jack's power held, because he was one of the nightmares under Pitch's control. But he hadn't registered it until he saw it from the sidelines. The only image in Jack's mind as he blew the wave of black sand away was Sandy disappearing from view.

It hurt him so much to know that Jack was affected like that by his defeat, even after having ignored him for so long.

If even Sandy had hurt Jack that much, he feared for North and Tooth when it came their time to face their actions.