Michael was about to get up when the scene changed. He was outside. He looked up and gasped when he saw the sky. There were millions more stars than there was at home, and some clumps of galaxies were clearly visible. Suddenly he heard voices, and he stepped into the shadows to listen.

"We can't Zan. Your everything I'm not. You have everything I don't."

"So? It doesn't matter. As long as we're together that's all that matters. We could run away. It would be just the two of us. I, I could tell Tucana where we were so he could tell me what's going on-"

"Zan...you're a king. I'm a singer. A slave. Hardly anyone even knows my name."

"-Or you could just come live in the palace. I could get rid of Ava, she'd understand. My mom says that I had to marry royalty, but if she sees how much we mean to each other, she'd make it ok-"

"Zan, listen to me. You have a family and obligations. A chosen bride." The girl touched the young mans face tenderly, "I have a set of chains and a microphone. So, I'm gonna be the strong one, and walk away. And you're going to go and make love to Ava for the first time. Like you should."

She stepped away, and walked towards Michael. He could see the tears roll down her face.

"I'll never make love to anyone but you. I'll never love anyone but you." His voice died down to a whisper. Michael found himself walking towards the man. It was his leader.

"Tucana.....did you hear?"

Michael nodded slowly. "Maybe it's for the best."

His leader snorted and laughed softly. Michael was about to join along, when he realised the laugh was replaced with quiet sobs. He did the un- manliest thing ever, and gathered the heart broken man into his arms in a rough hug.

"I never thought the day would come when we had to realise that, that I'm royalty and she's not."

"Come on. Lets get you home."

"Ok. However, I'm not sleeping with that fish of a wife."

Michael laughed companionably.



They had been standing there for about ten minutes. Maria watched Michael's face for any sign of pain. There was nothing. Only the peaceful sleeping look. She looked at Liz and it was the same. She desperately wanted to run over there and yank them both awake to ask them what was going on, but Max insisted that this might have so something to do with the dreams. Another five minutes went by.

"Guys, I don't know about you, but I'm getting kinda bored." Kyle rubbed his eyes. "Plus, it seems weird just standing here, watching them. I feel like a pervert or something."

Suddenly, the two dreamers started to stir. Liz sat up and smiled at Maria, but frowned when she realised everyone was looking at her.

"What? Do I have serious bed hair or something?"

Maria ran to Liz and hugged her. Meanwhile, Michael was silent as he looked at Liz and Max with a look that could only be described as pain.