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Frank looked around the new room, the walls were mostly white maybe on off white, the floor was light wood and there was a grand piano at the front of the room with big widows behind it looking out on a small road. "Where am I?" Frank thought aloud.
"Oh! You're awake!" Came a voice from across the room; It came from a woman around Frank's age, she was probably around five foot five and had strawberry blond or auburn hair pulled back into a pony tail, her eyes were a stunning sky blue that made Frank forget how to talk.
"Hello, how are you feeling?" She asked walking carefully towards Frank; she was holding a glass of water, which reminded Frank how thirsty he was. "Where am I?" Frank asked sitting up and instantly regretting that and lying back down. "Whoa! I wouldn't move much, you might have a concussion." Said the auburn; "What happened to you? I found you in the middle of the road unconscious." "First, can you tell me where I am?" I don't remember anything really but if you answer me I might answer you." Frank said sounding tired.
"This guy sounds like he had a long night." The auburn thought; "I brought you to my house, I was worried you had a concussion and wanted to get you out of the middle of a shady neighbourhood." She stated, "My name is Nancy."
"Nancy? Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Frank." Frank said. He was still not sure he trusted her but she looked familiar. "Frank Hardy?" Nancy asked excitably catching Frank off guard. "Yes?" Frank said, "Oh! You're Nancy Drew, aren't you?" Frank finished finally figuring out where he had seen her. "I saw you in the newspaper the other day. You helped solve the murder of Mr. Roman." Frank finished, sitting up carefully this time.
"Yeah, that's me! I'm surprised that you know me." Nancy said, "So, What kind of trouble did you get into?" She asked. Frank sighed "It's a long story, but I will tell you all I know, and maybe you can help me figure this out. Could I have a glass of water before we start?" "Of course!" Nancy said going to grab another glass for Frank.
After a couple hours of explanation, Nancy looked very confused. "Yeah, that's how I'm feeling." Frank said with a smirk. "So you all had the same dream, all remember each other and you think it wasn't a dream at all?" Nancy asked.
"Precisely, I did some research last night at the library and found a book talking about how "The power of suggestion" can play a role in mutable dreaming; I looked online to see if I could find anyone else that has experienced something similar." Frank rambled, "I was able to find a blog post that had run into a couple people from her dream and was looking for more of them! I reached out to her to see if she remembered anything about the dream and it turns out that she had the same dream as all of us! It was a couple years back though." Frank finished. Nancy couldn't help but watch as Frank's eyes lit up with excitement while he talked.
Nancy got up and started pacing, "What you are saying is a big stretch. But I think it makes more sense then you all having the same dream out of nowhere." Nancy stated, "We should probably get you to a doctor to make sure you don't have a concussion." "I'm sure I'm fine," Frank said, "Check to see if my eyes are vibrating, if they are, then fine I will go to the doctor; If not, I will be fine, it would only be a slight concussion, If I have one, and I will be careful. I should go find Joe, he's probably worried."
Nancy sighed and sat on the couch next to Frank. "Hold still." She said looking into Frank's deep brown eyes. "Gosh, I could totally get lost in these." She thought trying to focus on his eyes. She looked closely to relive that there was no vibrating happening; His pupils were dilated though. "Am I interrupting something?" Came a voice from behind the couch.
"Dad!" Nancy yelped jumping back away from Frank. "Hello, Mr. Drew." Frank said awkwardly. Mr. Drew chuckled, "Hello Frank, How's your old man doing?" He said. "He's doing fine, happily retired." Frank said politely. Nancy noticed that Frank's face was all red, even the tips of his ears. "Wait, Dad, you know Frank?" Nancy asked looking at her father. "Yes, I met him and his brother when I went to Bayport to see Fenton." Mr. Drew replied, "I remember thinking I should have brought you to meet them, but I never found a time to go again. Frank, you look a lot different from the last time I saw you, much taller now." Mr. Drew finished laughing to himself.
After a quick lunch, Frank and Nancy headed out to see if they could find Joe. "How hard can he be to find?" Nancy asked. "Just listen for the sounds of awful pick-up lines and follow that." Frank chuckled.