"He's WHAT?" Michael demanded in a stage whisper. "Look Maxwell, you and I both know Isabel's taking this pretty hard, we all are, but couldn't she have just had a dream?"


"I know Michael, I've thought of that, but she seems so sure and you know we only stumbled upon dream walking by accident, how do we know for sure she did just dream it?" Max replied softly, careful not to disturb Isabel who had finally cried herself to sleep a few minutes before.



"Okay so what now?" Michael asked, staring into Isabel's slumbering face.

"Now, we let her rest for a little while and have her try to dreamwalk him tomorrow night."

"Good idea. Listen Max, I don't think we should tell any of the others until we're sure of what she knows."

Max nodded, stroking Isabel's hair as she whimpered in her sleep. "You're right. It would be cruel to get their hopes up for nothing."

"Okay well unless you need anything else, I'm gonna get back before Maria wakes up and realizes I'm gone."

"Okay. Thanks for coming Michael. I needed to talk this out with someone."

Michael gave a short nod. "Hey, what are second in comands for?" He smiled and turned to climb back out the window then turned back.

"Take care of her Maxwell." He said nodding at their sister.

"Of course." Max replied.