Chapter XV: Harrowed Dreams
Royal Woods.
Lincoln couldn't tell how fast he was flying, and at the moment he didn't seem to care. Right now the only thing on his mind was of getting home as quickly as possible and forgetting whatever had just happened not an hour beforehand. Getting chased around the skies of Michigan by a strange, scaled-down gray jet was not on the boy's nighttime checklist, and he was having a hard time trying to digest what he had gone through. It was hard enough with the fact that he had wanted to sneak out more often and learn about his power, but his first little adventure out in the open to test his limits had been gifted with terror instead.
He didn't know if he wanted to start panicking or kick himself for being so reckless.
"Did that just happen to me? I just got chased across the skies of Michigan, like a Top Gun movie!" Lincoln mentally screamed in his own head. "That couldn't have been some sort of prank, right? There's no way that was a government drone! A-At least I think so? Oh god, what if they were looking for people like me and found out that I can fly?! They'll come for my family, too! My sisters!"
Lincoln's already frantic mind could see it clearly; his sisters stuffed inside test tubes and carted off in large black helicopters to an undisclosed government base where they'd be experimented on and tortured until the day they die. He couldn't help but swallow at the thought of it, but the white-haired boy quickly shook his head to clear his mind of his overactive imagination. This sort of panicking was the last thing he needed.
"Calm yourself, Lincoln! You're obviously super tired right now and can't think straight! All that stuff is all comic book storytelling, like Lola said! You need to get home and get some sleep before you think yourself to death!"
Despite his tiredness, Lincoln couldn't get the sights and sounds of that strange gray jet that had chased him earlier out of his head. For the life of him, he couldn't understand what it was. Was it some sort of drone or something else, something more dangerous? It had, quite literally, blinked right in front of him through the cockpit, which meant that someone must have been flying the darn thing. He'd watched the jet, and it had watched right back, almost like it was alive. It only made Lincoln's spine shudder with fright at the thought of a living vehicle of war hunting him down.
Soon enough after some time soaring above the town he began to see some familiar sights, and it wasn't long before he was able to find his house. Thankfully all of the lights were still off, meaning that nobody had woken up and had found out that he'd been gone for some time. The last thing Lincoln needed was a confrontation at this hour after everything that happened to him. His bed was calling to him, and he was desperate for some sleep.
Though he made a mental note to never again go against Lori's orders. After tonight, Lincoln seemed to realize that she knew what she was talking about when it came to making sure that nobody found out about their powers, and he'd almost blown their cover.
"Never again." Lincoln swore to himself as he descended back down Franklin Ave. "I am NEVER doing this again. Lori was right, this was a stupid idea."
Lincoln eased himself to a crawl before he flew over to his open window, gently making his way back inside his room with a soft landing. Though before went to bed, the boy made sure to put his comic books away so he wouldn't forget in the morning. It was dark in his small room, and he couldn't see where he was sitting, so he patted his hand around the wall where he knew there was a lamp switch, and the moment he felt it in his fingers he tugged on the chain and bathed his room in light.
"And where were you tonight?"
The last thing the white-haired boy expected was to find his eldest sister sitting at the edge of his bed, her voice laced with disappointment. She'd been hidden in the shadows until Lincoln had turned on the lights. The boy almost screamed in terror after hearing her speak so suddenly, pupils going pinprick as he turned around to see Lori glaring at him with hard eyes and crossed arms. He didn't know how long she had been sitting there waiting for him to return to his room, but any chance of not being confronted by his sisters had gone literally out the window.
He was so busted.
"O-Oh hey, Lori! I-I was... u-um... y'know, going out for a nighttime jog?" He weakly replied, sweat trailing down his face as he gave a big, inconspicuous smile.
"Really?" She incredulously asked, sharply eyeing what her younger brother was wearing. "You went out for a late night run in your pajamas and a backpack filled with comic books, and left through your window?"
"M-Maybe?" He said back. The look on her face said she believed otherwise, and Lincoln knew that the jig was up. He threw his hands up in the air and admitted his defeat, "Oh, okay! Fine! I snuck out and decided to play with my powers while you were all asleep. There, happy?"
"Oh, of course you did! Do you think I'm that simple that I wouldn't find out? Ugh, I cannot believe you'd do something like this Lincoln! And in the middle of the night as well!" Lori stood up and faced her brother, now entering her usual disciplinary mode. "Was the agreement that we'd only use our powers when I said so too hard to understand? We all agreed that those were the rules that we had to follow."
"You mean you agreed to those dumb rules. I didn't." Lincoln shot back, stunning Lori with how angry he sounded. In reality, combining both the chase he had to endure and how nerve-wracking it was and how late the night was going, Lincoln was beginning to feel quite sour. He was tired, mentally and physically, and really not in the mood to be chastised by Lori. The eldest sister, however, was not about to let his snarky little quip slide so easily.
"I made those rules so people like you don't decide to blow our cover whenever they feel like it." Lori hissed, pushing herself off of his bed to face Lincoln directly.
"Well at least I'm actually doing something with my powers, unlike you! We have these powers for a reason, but you're all just happy with wasting them!" Lincoln argued. Lori had half a mind to chew out Lincoln then and there for being such a twerp, but she managed to reign in her temper at the moment. Still, she had a younger brother to lecture, so she kept the hard tone of her voice once she spoke again.
"Do not start that attitude with me, Lincoln Loud. I'm not the one who decided to go for a nighttime joyride here, and I'm certainly not in the mood for any of your stupid games. The only reason I'm not really ripping into you is because I don't want to wake everyone else up at this hour." Lori jabbed a finger at Lincoln, and her little brother returned a defiant stare back at her. It didn't dissuade her in the slightest. "And believe me, you are in serious trouble when you come home from school tomorrow. And don't think I won't forget."
With that said, Lori turned around and left the room, whereas Lincoln was left steaming where he stood. With a silent yell the boy yanked his backpack off and threw it against the wall as his frustration finally spilled over. Leave it to Lori of all people to wind him up like this. Of course the moment he decided to be a little rebellious and have some fun with his powers, this happened to him. Between his little excursion going utterly pear-shaped, getting chased across the night sky, and also discovered by the last person in his family he wanted to see, Lincoln felt like the whole world was trying to screw him over. He rubbed a hand through his hair, wondering what he could do now that he was in some deep crap with Lori, who was no doubt going to tell the rest of his sisters what happened with him.
"This is just great," Lincoln hissed to himself and the unseen perspective, "Now everyone's gonna be mad with me once Lori runs her size-shifting blabbermouth tomorrow. All because I wanted to see what my powers can do! But Lori of all people just has to be a spoilsport! Tomorrow is gonna be such crap. And I've got that field trip, so I know it's gonna be a complete-! Oh, whatever. I'm too tired to care right now."
The white-haired boy yanked off his weather-bagged pajamas, now content with simply being in his underwear as he climbed into his bed, exhaustion crippling the strength to continue his rant. It had been a long night for the young boy, and his body was begging for some sleep. He had barely pulled his sheets up to his chest before his eyes started getting heavier. But as he drifted off to slumber, his mind was clouded with visions of that strange, gray jet. The poor boy couldn't seem to get it out of his head, and the pair of yellow eyes that had looked right back at him through the jet's cockpit, like it was staring into his soul.
"Maybe I'll feel better... after some shuteye..." He yawned, coiling his arms around his pillow before he made himself comfortable.
Lincoln closed his eyes and fell asleep, where his dreams took him to another, unfamiliar world...
...
Clouds. That was all Lincoln could see in his dream. Enormous white-gray clouds, some carrying the crashing sounds of thunder. The boy was in the midst of the storm, the blue sky hidden behind the raging fog that surrounding the young lad. The wind howled in his ears, and ice-cold rain pelted his exposed body. This was no place for him to be in, so Lincoln took off, hoping to find a way out. But no matter how fast he flew or how deep he traveled, there seemed to be no end to the storm's immense size. He was trapped here, stuck in the thunderclouds and the deluge like some sort of terrifying aerial prison.
He continued onwards, soaring through the darkening gray mist, before he saw it. A brilliant white light, just barely peeking through the storm. Instantly drawn to the light, hoping that it carried the potential of safety, Lincoln flew right towards it before the clouds broke open and revealed what the light was.
A halo, made of the purest white light, silently hovering in the middle of what appeared to be the eye of the storm. Above the clouds shined the sun, its warm sunlight bathing both Lincoln and the halo. Curious of what it could be, Lincoln slowly approached the glowing ring.
"ππππΎπππ..."
The halo just spoke his name, and Lincoln stopped himself mid-flight. That voice, a soothing, feminine sound, echoed through his mind and stalled the boy from going any closer to the halo out of surprise and fear. Lincoln didn't know if he was in the most lucid dream he'd ever had, or if this was some sort of vision. Suddenly, the halo blasted forward without any warning, narrowly missing Lincoln's head as it escaped into the clouds, which were beginning to surge around the eye, and in turn Lincoln. The halo must have been holding the storm back, and with it gone there was nothing to keep the clouds at bay.
"ππππππ ππ."
The voice beckoned him, despite the halo now gone into the blinding mist. Seeing no other option, Lincoln shot forward to the same vent where the halo disappeared to. The moment he dived back in to the raging storm it hit him with a deluge of hard rain and howling winds. But through his narrowed vision, with his hands covering his eyes, he could see the halo flying through the clouds undeterred. It was fast, but not fast enough for Lincoln to lose it completely. He could make out the blinding light as he got closer.
Lincoln, in a sense of clarity, realized that the halo was doing this on purpose.
"ππ ππππππ, ππππΎπππ..."
Right as he was about to close the distance the halo took off again at blinding speeds, this time going further up than continuing course into the storm. Lincoln immediately followed, heeding the halo's words to follow, a sonic boom following him as he continued his chase. He would not let it get away. Something was compelling him to catch it. The halo wasn't slowing down this time, and the storm seemed to be getting weaker the further they went up. Soon enough he was in the clear, breaching the top of the storm with a thunderclap. He was now so high that the air was becoming far too thin to breathe properly, but Lincoln wasn't about to give up. He sucked in as much air as he could into his lungs and thrust forward, gaining a quick burst of speed.
"ππππππ..."
And higher they went, the clouds well behind them both as they reached the farthest edges of the atmosphere. It was unbearably cold, and Lincoln's lungs were begging for release. He could feel tears beginning to cloud his vision, but the glow of the halo still shined bright enough to see. The boy stuck his hand out, now mere inches away from grabbing the halo. He was getting ever closer to grasping it with his hand. Yet, before he could do so, the halo let out a gentle hum, and then it suddenly exploded in a brilliant flash of light, consuming the boy in its warm glow. He hadn't been able to grab the thing, but the blast had knocked him back down to the storm with the astonishing force of its power.
Lincoln couldn't yell, or try to fly back, or do anything other than fall to the pit, just like when Lynn had dropped him down the bridge next to the waterfall, where the raging tempest swallowed him in thunderous darkness...
...
That was the last thing Lincoln experienced before he shot up from his bedsheets with a sharp gasp. His eyes were wide open, and he could feel the sweat sticking to his skin as he woke up. He was panting hard, and he could feel his hands trembling as the clutched his sheets like a lifeline. Slowly the boy calmed himself down, easing up on his nerves after he'd realized that it was all just a dream. And what a dream it was.
"That was something..." He mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he did. He couldn't remember the last time he had a lucid dream of that scale. Maybe his own brain was playing tricks with him. It was quite shocking for the young boy, his mind replaying the raging storm around him and the endless rain and-
And the halo. Lincoln felt his eyes widen as he remembered the most key event that occurred in his dream; chasing that strange ring of white light that was talking to him the entire time. Lincoln couldn't begin to try and think of reason behind it. Why a halo of all things? Whatever it was, it had woken him up completely, and now he could see through his little window that it was morning, the sun beginning to rise above the horizon and bathing his room in soft orange light.
He glanced over at his clock.
6:40 AM.
"Whew," Lincoln let out a sigh of relief, "At least I didn't sleep in."
"Lincoln."
"GAH!" The Loud boy screeched as he fell out of his bed in fright after hearing his goth sister sneak up on him again. She must have snuck in through the vents again. He let out a groan before he picked himself off of the floor to face her. It was way too early for this. "What is it now, Lucy? I just woke up."
"While I'm deeply sorry for scaring you, I could sense you were having some sort of nightmare. I've read that magic allows people to see into the dreams of others," Lucy said, sticking out a hand which held a strange blue glyph of some sort, which Lincoln eyed suspiciously, "I couldn't help but be drawn to the fear radiating off your aura. Mind if I take a look inside your head? It might help the both of us."
"Erm, how about another time?" Lincoln responded, taking a small step away from his gothic sister.
"As you wish," Lucy said as she dissipated the glyph into blue sparks, "Maybe I should've asked Lori for permission first."
Hearing his older sister's name made Lincoln instantly remember the near-fight that he and Lori had the night before. A sense of dread quickly filled his body as he recalled the words that she said to him. There was no doubt that Lori had woken up before him and had told everyone else what happened last night. Lincoln, hoping that it wasn't the case, yanked his door open while praying that the rest of this sisters wouldn't be too mad with him. Instead he was greeted with the sight of a normal Wednesday morning, coupled with an unusually short line to the bathroom in the morning. Other than that, it was completely normal. Seeing that nothing had changed for the worse soothed the Loud boy's nervous soul as he deeply exhaled a calming breath.
"Lincoln?" Lucy asked, wondering what was up with her brother. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I-I'm fine. Totally fine. Nothing to worry about Lucy, just need to get my things together for school later. I'll see you downstairs!" He quickly waved her off as he turned around and gently pushed her out of his room. The moment she was gone he let out a sigh of relief, pressing his back against the door. It wasn't that he didn't like Lucy, but he needed his privacy right now. That and he was only in his underwear, which was kind of embarrassing.
He still had to get ready for school. Lincoln rubbed his eyes before he decided what to do next.
"I need a shower." The boy mumbled to himself, feeling the sweat stick to his skin. Now that he had a moment of privacy, Lincoln took a moment to gather his hygienic materials right before the middle Loud left his room, towel wrapped around his waistline, and headed for the bathroom.
Though, to his complete horror, the only one who was still waiting on line was none other than Lori, currently texting on her phone with one hand and her light blue towel in the other. The Loud boy slowed his walk to a crawl and swallowed a gulp, summoning as much courage as he could before he made his way over to his oldest sister. Last night's encounter was still fresh in his mind.
"H-Hey Lori," he stammered as bravely as he could, making his presence known to his older sister, "How're you doing this morning? Texting your friends? That's cool."
Lori craned her neck once she heard the voice of her brother. Thankfully for Lincoln's sake, she didn't seem to be as irate as she was last night, but he didn't wish to push his luck this morning with her. Hopefully, with his skilled tongue, he could at least try to get her to not punish him for his little night flight.
"Good morning, Linc." She simply replied.
Lori continued to text for a couple more seconds before she let out a soft sigh and closed her phone's screen to talk with her little brother, this time more sincerely. She turned around to face him as she spoke. "Look Lincoln, about last night, I think we both have some things to say. First off, I'm not mad at you anymore. I've done my fair share of sneaking out, believe me. But it was late, and I was really tired. I didn't know if you'd run off or decided to fly to another state just to spite me."
"I didn't got that far, Lori." Lincoln quickly said to her, starting to get defensive.
"I know that, but my reason is still the same." Lori said back, crossing her arms. "Do you know why I came to your room last night? It wasn't because I heard you, it was because I wanted to say sorry for how I talked to you yesterday during the car ride to school. Remember, when I made the rule that we can't use our powers unless I say so? You looked so heartbroken that it was literally eating at me all day, so I went to apologize."
"Hold on, you were in my room because you wanted to say sorry?" He sputtered, in complete disbelief that she would do that.
"Yes! Why else would I be in your room at nearly one in the morning?" Lori exclaimed. Hearing this, after what happened between the two siblings, only made the stabbing guilt he had been trying to keep down inside crawl up back to his stomach.
"Oh." He mumbled, now feeling like a total prick and visibly slumping his shoulders. It suddenly became clear to him just as to why Lori had been in his room to begin with, even after he'd made sure to cover his tracks as best he could. She must've been trying to make up to him for her overbearing bossiness in the car earlier that day, and he'd blown her off without even realizing it. And where did it get him, only in more trouble than it was worth. No wonder she was so mad at him last night.
In the meantime, it wasn't hard for Lori to pick up what her brother was feeling right now. She could visibly see the shame on his face. But Lori didn't want Lincoln to carry that sort of guilt for the rest of the school day, so the eldest sister knelt down in front of her little sibling and put a hand on his shoulder before she started talking again to make sure his feelings didn't swamp him like it did for her.
"Lincoln, please look at me. What I'm trying to say is that while I know how much your powers mean to you, I don't want anything terrible to happen to you or everyone else in this house because of them. And even though we did some training to help understand what our powers can do, we still have no idea what we're capable of, or how dangerous we could be to ourselves and everyone around us. That's why I made the rule, because I don't want any of you to get hurt. And I know you really hate it, so much so that you'd sneak out to have fun with your powers, but all I'm trying to do is keep all of us as safe as we can be. So do you understand why I was so angry last night?"
Lincoln let out a sigh as his anger deflated and left him feeling downcast.
"I guess. I'm sorry Lori." Lincoln mumbled, turning his eyes away from Lori. While he could always argue that all he wanted was to have fun, explore his powers and become a superhero, Lincoln knew that Lori was in the right. He had vanished without a word into the night, and anyone with a sensible soul would have been worried sick, especially Lori. The last thing she wanted was for one of her beloved siblings to get hurt for any reason. The thought of spooking his sisters like that, no matter how much they drove him up the wall, was unbearable to him.
Instead of chewing him out any further, or reminding him of how much he could have gotten in trouble, Lori simply gave a warm smile and hugged her little brother. She couldn't stay mad at him, not after he looked so glum. Perhaps there was a way for both of them to get out of this feeling better.
"It's okay, Lincoln. You understood what you did wrong, that's what matters." She said to him, and an idea suddenly came to her head. "Hey, how about this? I know that you want to have a lot of fun with your powers, so how about I take you back to that hiking trail you showed us last weekend this Sunday when nobody's there, just the two of us. That way you can fly around as much as you want, and we get some bonding time together. Whaddya say?"
"Really? You're not bluffing?" He asked, and she shook her head. A big smile rushed across his lips. "Oh my gosh, that's so awesome Lori! Thank you! I won't let you down!" Lincoln, now swelling with joy, gleefully wrapped his arms around his big sister's waist. She eagerly returned it, ruffling his white hair as she did.
"I know you won't." She said, and gave a quick look-around before she whispered into his ear. "And how about we keep your incident to ourselves. Don't want everyone else to literally think I'm playing favorites, don't we?"
In the midst of all his good feelings, Lincoln suddenly remembered what had transpired the night he decided to fly off. He could feel his eyes widened as the memories came rushing back, and the fear as well. There was a growing voice at the back of his head telling him to inform his older sister about what had happened when he snuck out, and the dream he had the night before as well. The jet immediately rushed to his memories, replaying over and over again. Lincoln knew that it was the responsible thing to do, so he decided to act on his instinct.
"H-Hey Lori?"
"Yes, Lincoln?" She warmly asked.
Seeing his sister's face, filled with gentle love and pride, killed any chance of Lincoln bringing up what happened to him. He just couldn't bring himself to ruin the moment between him and Lori. If he did, not only would Lori get unfathomably pissed, and he knew she would, but this also concerned the rest of his family. If he had to tell what happened, he would have to do so in front of all his sisters, and they'd also be angry at him. His willpower faltered, and he ultimately decided to not say a thing, knowing full well that it would have drastic consequences.
"Never mind, it's nothing." He said, droning off. "Nothing at all..."
And he would be so completely wrong...
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"Hey, I wanted the last piece!"
"You snooze you lose, dumpster diver!"
Breakfast was going as normally as possible back down in the kitchen with the rest of the siblings going about their morning before school. Lola and Lana were arguing over the last packet of s'mores flavored Pop Tarts, and the ice-wielding pageant girl had managed to snatch it. Luan and Leni were chatting to each other at the kitchen table, the comedian laying another joke on Leni, who let out a loud chortle. Lori kept herself busy with her phone, as usual. Lucy was over by Lynn, grabbing a clean plate for her burned toast. All in all, it was a typical morning in the Loud House again.
After he had finished with his shower, Lincoln got himself dressed up and headed downstairs to meet up with his sisters and have some breakfast for himself. He was feeling a little peckish, especially after last night. Using his powers for so long last night must have taken up more energy than he'd expected.
"Good morning everyone!" He announced as he entered the kitchen. His sisters turned their heads once they heard their brother announce his presence.
"Mornin', dude." Luna waved, grabbing a milk carton out of the fridge for her dry bowl of cereal.
"Greetings, my aerial brother unit." Lisa greeted as well, taking a moment to hand Lily her apple-flavored formula, her favorite. "Here you go, younger sister."
"Thanks, Lisa!"
"Hey Lincoln, what kept you this morning, bro? You weren't up super early again." Lynn asked, curious as to why Lincoln was suddenly the last one awake today. Lisa and her had once again been the early risers, but there was no Lincoln.
"Sorry Lynn, I was..." Lincoln said, before catching a glimpse of Lori looking at him with a slightly concerned gaze, so he decided to give a half-truth to the jock to cover for both him and his eldest sister, "I was just a little tired today, that's all."
"Tired, huh? That figures. Did you have some sort of crazy dream last night that kept you up?" Lynn asked.
"I-I did, actually." Lincoln sputtered out. He almost tripped over his own feet with what Lynn said to him, like a punch to his mind. He'd been so caught up with talking to Lori and trying to get his morning started that he had completely forgotten about the dream he had, and how intense it was. Lincoln knew that dreams could be a fleeting thing, something he heard about in school, yet this dream was still as vivid and detailed as before he woke up.
"It was so weird," he softly said, beginning to talk about what happened as he made his way over next to Lynn, who was washing her plate clean in the sink as he began to explain what he saw, "I was in the middle of this really massive hurricane, Lynn. I tried flying out of it, but I couldn't find my way out no matter how fast I flew. But when I found the eye of the storm, there was this... thing in there with me. It was a large ring made of light, like a halo-"
"You saw a what?!" Lynn suddenly interrupted her brother with a shrill gasp, whipping her head to look at Lincoln with a face full of horror. Her brother might as well have dropped a proverbial bomb on her with what he'd just said. The plate she held in her hands above the sink clattered onto the porcelain drain. Lincoln, in the middle of his explanation, stopped once he heard his sister and the plate she held shatter into pieces. She turned around to see the rest of her siblings looking at her with confused glances, wondering what was up.
"You alright over there, Lynn?" Luna asked.
"I'm good! I'm good. It just slipped out my hand, that's all. It was an accident, no biggie!" She said to them, hoping to drive their attention away. Sure enough it worked as the rest of the sisters resumed their morning routine, and once they were forgotten she grabbed Lincoln's shoulder, leaned in closely and started speaking in a hushed tone. "Run that by me again, Lincoln."
"T-There was a storm-" He stammered, in the same low voice she was using.
"No no no, you moron! After that!"
"You mean the halo I saw? Yeah, there was this halo made of light hovering in the middle of the storm. It was talking to me, telling me to chase it for some reason. Why, what's wrong with that?" He asked, and Lynn turned away from him as she began to process what her brother had just told her. The sporty Loud girl's face had gone as pale as a sheet, and her hands had gone white-knuckled as they gripped the sink as terror began to sink in.
"Lynn? Are you okay?" Lincoln cautiously asked his older sister, putting a hand on her shoulder and gave a weak shake.
"Lincoln." Lynn closed her eyes and huffed out of her nose to try and calm herself, but she couldn't. Her voice was trembling as she spoke, which made the hair on the back of Lincoln's neck stand up. She rarely called him by his full name unless there was some sort of grave emergency. "Are you certain you saw a ring?"
"Yes. I'm sure." He responded. Lincoln didn't like where this was going. He could feel a sinking pit beginning to form in his stomach. "Lynn, what's going on?"
"I saw it too."
Lincoln blinked. At first, the Loud boy merely stood there unresponsive, but as what Lynn just said started to register in his mind, he started to realize the gravity of her words. His eyes widened, and he felt like someone had dropped a stone in his gut.
"Y-You mean-?"
"Yeah bro, the halo that was in your dream? It was in mine too. Was it about this wide and made of glowing white light?" Lynn stretched her arms out to at least half a meter, and Lincoln nodded. "Yep, that's the one. Remember when you found me sleeping in the park a couple days ago? I had a dream, almost as crazy as yours, but the ring was there in this strange world of tall black stone pillars and lots of stars. I was gonna tell you guys one day, but I put it off because I thought it was a fever dream or something. But since you've seen the halo thing as well, I can't help but feel like it could be... something else."
"I think you might be right on this, Lynn. There's still so much about our powers that we don't know." Lincoln said as well, realizing that the words that Lori had used before upstairs when it was just the two of them were coming back full circle. The white-haired boy didn't know what to make with what his sporty, fiery sister was telling him. Having a similar dream of a strange landscape, or a sky in Lincoln's case, could be considered a little odd. But the both of them seeing the same talking white halo was truly astounding and a little terrifying. He didn't know if it was because of their powers, or like Lynn said, another result entirely. Who knows if any of their other sisters could have a dream just like theirs, with the same halo as well.
To Lincoln, this was a mystery that needed solving. And luckily for him and his family, the sole brother loved to crack a hard case. Already his mind was coming up with a plan, one that would hopefully have the answers he wanted.
And maybe, just maybe, find out why they all had these powers to begin with.