The boys opened up with their wall of sound classic, 'Meant to Live.' As the pulsing waves of guitar washed over me with all the force of a gale force tide in Gali's bay, I smiled to myself, and slid down onto the floor. Crossing my legs, I shuffled some more of the papers, and proceeded to read the next chapter in my story.

The lyrics Jon was now streaming for the crowd seemed to fit this particular chapter very well………..

"Fumbling his confidence, and wondering why the world has passed him by…"

"Alright…" Drew thought to himself, coming to a halt in that dark passage, "There is no freaking way that this tunnel can possibly go any deeper…"

And on that note the lean singer kept on his not so merry way, muttering mutinously.

That was about a half an hour ago. Oh Contraire, my Switchfoot friend. The tunnels can go deeper, and they did. Deeper….and deeper…and deeper still. So deep, in fact, that Drew was sure that any illusion of an outside world was only a figment, something of his imagination. The pale green light that seemed to shadow everything was starting to flicker dismally. Drew had given up trying to discover where his source of light was coming from. When God gives you a blessing, you don't ask why it was sent.

There was still that sound…that steady thumping in the earth, a sort of repetitive pulsing. No matter how hard he tried, Drew couldn't identify what it may have been. Foot falls? No…to loud. Swings of a tool of some sort? Maybe. He pushed on

It was getting much louder, more noticeable. So loud, that more often than not Drew would stop completely and revel about it for a few moments.

Then, all at once-

"Helloooo………"

The voice, so sudden in the midst of all the dark and nothingness, was jarringly familiar. It echoed and bounced in the green luminescence, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. Drew froze, his heart racing. Who was that? Was there someone else down here in these tunnel passages with him? Why did it sound so familiar?

"Helloooo……..anyone???"

"I know that voice…" Drew whispered to no one in particular. He began to walk again, his pace a little higher than what it had been before, fueled by the possibility of meeting another human being that he knew. Pretty soon he was at a full blown run, once again thankful for the inane ability to see in the dark.

"I KNOW THAT VOICE!!!!" Drew hissed once again, and this time he was talking to himself, egging himself on, excited. His feet were slapping against the rocky ground, sure of their steps. He wasn't going to fall. In some weird way, he could sense where each and every outcropping was, and managed to avoid it.

"Anyone? Yo!!! Please come and…"

"I KNOW HIM!!" Drew whooped, flying around a corner, practically leaping for joy "ITS—"

WHAM!!!!

Drew saw stars as he slammed full force into something very hard and very large. He and his attacker both fell with an almighty scuffle to the ground, and simultaneously began to emit eerily similar curses, any of which would have made a sailor blush.

"Well…." Drew thought as he laid there, mind in a daze, "At least he speaks English."

"What the freaking….owww….."

That voice Drew had been hearing apparently had a body to go with it. The force that had been crushing Drew's leg rolled off, and Drew got a good look at it. Wait….he knew this guy…yes he did..

"JON!!!"

"Wha-a..HUH???" The elder Foreman was surrounded in that green light, just like everything else. He spun around, hands out and groping, looking blind, "Drew? Is that you? Where are you? What's going on here?????"

"I just crashed into you, bro!" Drew pulled himself to his feet, and patted his friend on the shoulder, "What the heck is going-"

Jon recoiled at Drew's touch, staggering away, eyes wide open, darting this way and that, "Where are you? I can't see anything! DREW!!!"

Drew paused, and watched his friend blindly try and locate him. Jon's breathing was irregular, and Drew could see beads of sweat forming on the man's forehead. Drew took a gander at his friend's hair…and saw that it indeed was mussed up, a sure and definite sign of stress. The slow and meticulous way that Jon would even take a step was enough proof for him

"Man…..can't you see anything?"

"What the HELL do you think?"

Jon took a wild swipe in Drew's general direction with this barbed statement. Drew grabbed his wrist, and held it tight. Jon never usually swore like that. Drew decided to take things slow……very slow.

"Its me. Drew Shirley. You are Jon Foreman. Me Drew. You Jon. Am I getting through? Can you hear me??"

Jon relaxed, a grin flittering around his mouth. That was the old Foreman I know! Drew thought cheerily, watching the man's eyes. Rather than looking right back at him, Jon was peering intently off in some direction just above Drew's left shoulder, "Jon….I think you're blind. I can see plain as day."

"Wonderful…" Jon looked steamed, his brow creasing, "This doesn't make sense. I could see everything clear about five minutes ago.."

"You mean with all this green crap."

Jon sighed, "What the heck are you……"

Normally in a Drew/Jon conversation, at this point of confusion (Which was often reached whenever these two tried to mince words) the two in question would lock eyes, laugh, and start over, each trying to make his point clear to the other once more. Drew found that last part challenging, due to the simple fact that since Jon couldn't see him, they couldn't make eye contact, and try again.

"Where did you come from?" Drew asked, his eyes boring into Jon's, as though by will trying to get Jon to see, "Like me, just found yourself standing in a tunnel?"

"Not quite." Jon chuckled, "I 'woke up' next to a river of lava. OH…hey bro, you can let go of me now."

At that moment, the point of laughter in a Drew/Jon attempted conversation was reached. The two tittered a little awkwardly, but it still qualified.

"I don't get why you can't see!" Drew said, "Are you blind or something?"

"Can't be, unless something happened to me in the last ten minutes." Jon replied, still looking blankly over Drew's shoulder.

"He is not blind…." A deep random voice said from somewhere above their heads, "He simply cannot see as you can, Toa Drew."

Drew sighed, and looked up resignedly, staring at the rocky ceiling.

'I Would much rather sign autographs than do this, thank you.' He thought grimly….as something stared back.