Dylan's POV... kind of...

I'm falling, and falling. My room disappears, I'm surrounded by white, but I'm still falling, and I'm screaming and yelling and I'm scared. Fire told me to brace myself, but I wasn't expecting this. My hands stretch out in the air around me, trying to grab onto something, but meeting nothing. I remember Erin, when she first teleported. She fell straight from the ceiling and dropped to the floor, screaming. Maybe this was what happened to her. The wind whistles through my hair at an ever increasing speed. I look down, and there it is, the ground. It's getting closer, and closer, and I'm falling faster, and faster, and I can't stop falling. I panic; I don't want to die! The ground is so close now and I know that when I hit the ground, I'll surely die, because, I'm going too fast, and the ground is too near. I close my eyes, and curl up into a ball. I don't want to die, I think.

I hit the ground with a massive THUMP, that seems to cause all my bones to vibrate, and my teeth are actually chattering, and I'm shaking. People around me are screaming and, I suppose they would; I've appeared from seemingly nowhere. I realise that, apart from a sore bum, I'm fine; my bones are still intact and I haven't got a single bruise. The screaming quietens as someone walks through the crowd towards me. I stand up to meet them, but, just as I do, someone else falls down next to me, and I'm more relieved than ever, because it's Fire. I grab her outstretched hand and pull her up. We smile at each other for a second, but then Fire gets serious, so we both turn to face the person.

"Who are you?" He asks, in a tense voice. He is very tall, and he looms above us both, in an intimidating manner, and I want to claim we were just passing, and run as far away from here from possible, but Fire's got other ideas.

She glares up at him, in a way that tells everyone around us that she is not, and will not be intimidated by this guy, "Who are you?" She asks, mimicking his tone exactly.

The man stands even taller, prouder.

"I," He says, "Am Lockhore!"

I snapped awake immediately, gasping for breath, my heart pounding, sweat running down my face. I looked around and see that I'm in my tent, that I nicked from the store, and, a few metres away, in a little zip-up compartment, Erin is sleeping lightly. It's quite light outside, so I guess it was about mid-day, since at any time earlier or later, it wouldn't have made much of a difference inside the tent.

I feel disorientated and woozy, and I realise that what just happened, in my dream, was in fact, real. Somehow, without me having to do anything to urge it on, I'd had a sort of vision. I thought back to it, but the images were fuzzy now, just as if it had been a dream. I remember Fire in it, but it wasn't from Fire's point of view... Jam! Realisation flooded through me, and I knew that I must have been experiencing how Jam felt when Erin 'teleported' him, as he put it.

I decided to ask Erin what exactly happened when I found her on the floor in her room, when she woke up. Until then, I thought sleepily, I'll try and get a bit of sleep. I hugged the sleeping bag close to me, feeling, for the first time, the bitter cold of the air around me, and snuggled as far in as possible. I drifted off to sleep, but as I did, I felt my body begin to vibrate and, like before, when I had visions, a warm flush flooded my veins, but this time, my body was nearer to shaking than vibrating, and the flush was more scalding than just warm. I closed my eyes finally, and the spinning began. When it ceased, I opened my eyes, but it was not an action of my own will, someone else was controlling my body, or more accurately, I thought, as I started walking and found I was outside, with Fire next to me, and that weird guy from the vision in front of us, leading the way, I was in Jam's body, and he was in control of it.

The man leads us to a small hut that looks as if it's been assembled at last minute.

"This is our command tent. We have to keep moving constantly, to evade Sinel's groups that are sent out to destroy our camps, and take us prisoner. We like to keep stuff easy and simple; it's quicker to pack up and go, that way," Lockhore says, and I wonder if it's true.

Lockhore turns to us, and leans in close, whispering, even though there's no one in the hut to hear him but us, "I have a friend who can put up wards and spells, magical barriers, if you will. These are designed to stop anyone from entering our camp without permission," He waits for that to sink in, but adds, as if we're stupid, and don't already get it, "Teleporting is classed as entering without permission. You teleported here. That should have been impossible,"

Don't say anything, Jam, one wrong word, and we'll be dead before you can count to 5. My sister's voice floats into my head, and I clench my hands in irritation. Jeez! Why was she suddenly in charge?

Because I'm the oldest, cleverest and least likely to say something stupid, idiot, Fire retorts, and I cuss under my breath as I realise that I'd accidently thought messaged Fire. I still couldn't control my stupid powers, and yet Erin and Fire acted as if it was a simple maths problem that only needed a second's concentration. It was so unfair!

"How did you get here?" Lockhore asks and I can detect a threatening tone in his voice.

Fire takes a breath, and, with a warning look at me to stop me intervening, begins to tell him about Erin and Sinel, and our escape plan. As she does, I look around nervously. Erin should have teleported here by now! Why wasn't she here? What had gone wrong? I could hear Lockhore speaking again, so I turn to look at him.

"You're friend, Erin, must be very powerful, to get past the spells my friend cast." And then, muttering, "I wonder... I wonder... This could be it! But... where is the fourth...?"

Fire steps forward, "The fourth?" She asks, and Lockhore blinks and looks up, as if he's only just remembered we're here.

"Nothing. Nothing. You must be tired, after your journey here, come, we shall find you somewhere to stay," He says, and I'm just about to point out that our journey was less than a second long, and that it was Erin that would be the tired one, when I hear Fire again, and she's guessed what I'm about to do.

Don't say anything, for now, he's hiding something from us, but I doubt he will tell us straight away. We need to prove to him that we are not in league with Sinel, first.

Sis I didn't understand half of the nonsensical words you added in there to annoy me, so, really there was no point bothering to tell me. I think-speak back to her, and she grinds her teeth together in irritation. I grin to myself, as we follow Lockhore out of the tent.