Sofia's POV

After we left the Laugh Floor, Peter led us back onto Main Street, USA. We waited in some bushes until our parents came out from the castle. I had no idea what they were doing there, but I wanted to know. But now was not the time. Our parents looked extremely dejected. I had never seen them like that. I was surprised to see my mom and Aunt Jess joining them. I wondered how they had been turned into DHIs. I mean, we did it without knowing but they weren't supposed to be modeled.

My dad reached into a bush in the Hub and pulled out a small fob. It looked like a garage door-opener. He held it over the bushes he had taken it out of. Then he pushed it and my parents were gone. I looked to Lucas. He was still staring at the spot they had vanished.

"We should go." I said, standing up. My friends followed and I turned towards Peter.

"Thank you." I said to him. He grinned reassuringly. He had explained so much of my parents' story that I couldn't help but like him. He was quite like his character in the movie, but he seemed to understand more than his counterpart. He had helped us a lot.

I led my friends over to the bush. I found the fob, and held it over the bush like my father had done. I looked at my friends and Peter watching us from a few feet away. Alex nodded encouragingly. With that, I pushed the button.

3rd Person POV

In the room under "Pirates", the three Overtakers were sitting in the thrones their followers had made for them. The cork board now held the five cut-out photos of the original Keepers' eldest children. Maleficent had taken special interest in Sofia and Lucas, Finn Whitman's children and Jessica's, Jezebel to her, child: Emma. She had been given two weeks until she would become bone again. She had been allowed to come back to the park to find a fairlie and use their blood to restore her to her full life form. Being that Amanda Lockhart was the mother of the twins and Jess was the mother of Emma, Maleficent figured that one of the children was the one to give her life again. Her powers had dimmed due to not being fully alive. Now she was waiting for the spies to return from scouting the children. They were not to attack yet under her direct orders.

A pair of pirates entered the room. They stood waiting for their masters to call them. The Evil Queen nodded them forward. They stood in front of the women, obviously anxious.

"Well?" The Evil Queen asked.

"We saw them leave the Laugh Floor." One pirate stuttered.

"They left with Pan and hid behind some bushes on Main Street." The other said. "They waited until the Keepers came out of the castle and left before they followed."

"Interesting." Maleficent said to the Queen.

"Very. You may go." She said to the pirates. They left. She turned to Maleficent.

"They did not meet up with their parents." She stated.

"Indeed." Maleficent said. "They were said to be in their pajamas. Perhaps their parents don't know they are here. But, how could they not?"

"I don't know." The Queen replied. "I think it is time for the spies to invade the children's schools."

"Yes! Children against children, it worked last time. We must tell them to focus on Finn Whitman and Jezebel's children: the two girls and the boy."

"I can arrange that." Cruella said.

"If these children don't know everything their parents have done," Maleficent said looking at the cork board, "then they will not see this coming."

Sofia's POV

I awoke at 2 in the morning. At first, I thought I had dreamed it. But, my senses quickly told me it wasn't. My feet felt rough from walking on the asphalt. I got up and crept out of my room. I crept down the hall in the opposite direction of my parents' room. I softly knocked on my brother's door. He opened it immediately and by the look on his face, I knew he had experienced it as well.

We sat down on his bed and talked for what seemed like hours but it was really only about 20 minutes. We came to the same conclusion: we were in deep trouble. We had to find out what our parent's were up to. And I had a sneaking suspicion that my life was going to get a lot weirder.

The next day at lunch, I practically ran to the cafeteria. It seemed that Alex and Lucas had done the same. We arrived at the lunch line at the same time. We ordered the same thing: a sandwich that was doused in mayonnaise. I hated mayo, but the sides it came with were better than nothing. We sat down in our usual spot. I looked at Alex; he looked like his brain was still whirring from last night. He spoke first.

"We are in big trouble." He said simply.

"We were modeled to be DHIs. That's what our parents were doing in that soundstage. We followed in their footsteps. I think we just crossed over." Lucas said. I agreed. That had to be what my aunt Willa had meant by the term she used.

"If they are looking for Wayne Kresky, than he didn't just leave. He sounds old. Do you think the Overtakers took him?" I asked.

Lucas and Alex looked nervous. I knew none of us would doubt Peter. I mean he was Peter Pan! He had no reason to lie. After a few seconds of silence, Lucas said:

"I think that he is in trouble. Our parents are trying to help him. I'm not saying we should tell them, but we need to help try to find him."

At that moment, Noah Luowski and his group of bullies showed up.

"Look here, fellas!" he said, "I didn't think you could get any stupider looking!"

He slapped Lucas on his left shoulder and Alex on his right; he held them down. I felt his slap. It was surprisingly hard; harder than I thought Luowski could muster. Sure he was strong, but this seemed abnormal. I glared at Luowski.

"What do you want, Noah?" I said gritting my teeth and trying not to react to the pain in my left shoulder where Noah's hand was digging in Lucas' shoulder.

"Just to deliver a warning." He said.

I looked at him strangely. There was something up about him today but she couldn't think of what besides the strength. Then, I looked in his eyes. They were supposed to be blue, but they were now a vivid green. I shot the only comeback to that I could think of.

"What? That you would kill us by making yourself more ugly by those stupid contacts?"

He actually smiled. Today he seemed more confident. I usually got us out of situations by making him mad. I knew that time was running out when I saw Lucas turning red. Soon, he would start burning up and with Luowski's hand still on his shoulder; I knew he would feel Lucas' heat. He would give himself away. I had to get his hand off my brother's shoulder.

"You have gotten yourselves into things that don't concern you." He said. "Watch yourself, Sofia, and your friends too."

He let go of their shoulders and I felt the pressure leave mine. He walked away towards his table. Lucas looked towards me gratefully. I saw the redness leave his face. He can't feel it until it's too late. I didn't blame him. If I wasn't careful, I could make a water geyser or, if I was really mad, the school's whole plumbing system would burst. As soon as he turned around, I rubbed my shoulder. Alex looked at me curiously but seemed to let it go almost immediately. His curiosity was replaced with worry.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"I don't know." I said, staring at Luowski's back. One of his goons was staring at me and I looked away.

"He never just leaves. His confidence was over the top." I said. I looked at my brother. He got the message.

"He was holding on with a lot of strength. More than I thought was possible." Lucas said this out loud. Alex didn't know about the empathy thing, so I couldn't just say he was holding your shoulder very hard and it hurt.

"What did you mean about contacts?" Alex asked.

"His eyes used to be blue, right? Well, now they're green. Like a weird vivid green." I told them.

"Whatever." Alex said, "He's just a big bully, he has no idea…"

He looked up as if just realizing what he said. I wondered aloud what we were all thinking.

"You think he's with the Overtakers?"

"I don't know. I mean, how can he be? It's not like we were spotted. Were we?"

I honestly didn't know. I doubted Peter was an Overtaker, but that doesn't mean we weren't seen. I saw the same fear etched on their faces.

"We've gotten in way over our heads on this one."