Disclaimers: Mirage, Lisa, and Aislin are mine. Hopefully, this will make Aislin forgive me for giving him a girl's name (I didn't know at the time, I swear!!). BTTF is, again, property of Bob and Bob. I think I neglect to mention this often, but if you review my fics (any of them), and provide a valid e-mail address (if you're a member of FF.net and provide a valid e-mail in your bio, I can get it off there), I will respond to you as soon as I get the review alert. I do this 'cause you're only allowed 1 review per chapter and it's hard to respond to everyone with limitations like that. ^^

A pair of ice-blue eyes watched Lisa through her bedroom window. They watched as she took the photograph from the shelf and brought it over to her nightstand. If only she had held it…

There was a snort and an aged – yet handsome – unicorn stallion stepped from the shadows, his bluish fur shining in the moonlight. Lisa's so stubborn, he thought.

This stallion was Aislin. His fur, cloven hooves, horn, mane and tail were all different shades of blue. Aislin has power over dreams and is somewhat sensitive to the feelings of others. He knew how much Lisa regretted leaving Earth and her friends when she did. Heck, almost all of the unicorns knew, though Aislin, alone, knew how Doc Brown felt. He could feel it even through the vast amount of space between Earth and Alnilam, and he could feel it from the dreams.

It was odd, but Aislin always got a feeling when someone dreams about something troubling them. Like Doc with Lisa. He wanted to know where she was, if he'd ever see her again. He thought of her as family even though he had a true one, now.

Aislin had begun monitoring Doc's dreams. Alnilam and Earth were nearly in time-sync (as in, they had the same rotation, same tilt on the axis; so, if it was 7pm Thursday on Earth, it was 7pm Thursday on Alnilam), so it was rather easy to judge and sense when he began dreaming. REM sleep sent vibrations through space into Aislin's mind, letting him know.

Doc's dreams of Lisa began a few weeks ago, and the unicorn had absolutely nothing to do with it. The only sensation Aislin picked up from the dreams, at first, was that Doc missed Lisa and wondered where she was. As they progressed (still Aislin had nothing to do with it), the stallion was nearly overwhelmed by feelings of longing and sadness. Doc needed to see Lisa, and it was imperative that he did so right away. Aislin wasn't sure anything was wrong, per se, but the urgency was very much apparent. He had enhanced Doc's dreams a little, just to see if he could get any more information through them, but, otherwise, he did nothing else.

Then Aislin began influencing Lisa's dreams (yes, that he had something to do with) and inhibiting her ability to control them. Things had to go a certain way in order for his plan to work. He didn't count, however, on her being this stubborn.

"Is it working?" a soft voice beside him said, speaking the basic language of the Alnilam unicorns.

Aislin turned to see a young, very thin unicorn mare. Her entire body, including her horn and cloven hooves, were different shades of green. Her eyes were a vivid blue, and there was a glow outlining her body. This was Mirage, the ghost unicorn, Aislin's childhood friend.

Aislin shook his head, his horn glowing in the Darkness, and spoke in the same language. "Lisa is very stubborn."

"We all knew that."

"Yes, but this might cause problems. If I don't give her the right message, she will never reunite with him."

Mirage tilted her head to one side, a gesture that could mean she was confused or thinking. "Why don't you just tell her?"

"Lisa is too stubborn to believe me," said Aislin with a heavy sigh. "To believe ANYONE." He paused dramatically. "Except Dr. Brown himself."

"Is there some way you could get him to explain the situation?"

"Not in dreams, no. The environment is too sensitive to change, to peoples' thoughts. Something could be missing in the translation, so to speak."

"So…he'd have to tell her in the waking world?" Mirage was trying to piece this together so she could understand it.

"In a sense." Aislin looked back to Lisa's room. It was dark, but he could tell she wasn't in REM sleep yet. "I could do something with that picture, to give her a sign. But she has to HOLD it for it to work."

"Hold it while she's sleeping?"

"Yes. I must influence her dream to make her want to feel closer to Dr. Brown. So she'll hold the picture close to her while she sleeps."

"You have any idea of how to do that? How to make her dream that way, I mean?"

The stallion was silent for a moment, thinking. It hit him like the proverbial bolt of lightning. "I believe I do."

End part three.