"Are you ready Jet?"

"Well, uh, what for? I'm just seeing where you work." Jet replied. Clyde was leading Jet into some nearby ruins Clyde had said he and his research team worked out of. It resembled oddly, a ancient relic. One of the places of metal Jet had seen before for jobs for the Lamium, before he was killed. At first it seemed like any other ruin of bricks, but it soon became a metal ship that it was said the first Filgaians came from.

"You aren't amazed by all of this?" Clyde pointed out the structure. "It is a relic from long ago. We were lucky to find it before Lamium. Thankfully, he died along with his 'Saint' so I have no competition and I found this place." Clyde explained. No remorse for the man who is dead, and whose death was pinned on the Maxwell Gang.

"I've seen this stuff, many times before. It's nothing new." Jet confided.

"Interesting." Clyde noted as they came to a final door. "Let me introduce you to the others."

The two 'brothers' entered the dark lab. There was barely ay light in there. The only light was from a nearby candle, and from the lighting behind them. "Are the lights not working in here?" Jet wondered.

"Come now, meet the rest of the team." From the dark came four men, and two women. All in lab coats like his brother before them. "This man here," Clyde pointed out a large man of strength you would not normally think a scientist. He did wear glasses though. "This is Frank McCoy, he's a specialist on Leyline energies. Heidi Lank, and Trevor Beasly," He directs the attention to a young woman with blonde hair and a face of sincerity, and a man nerd in appearance like Clive, but even more so. You did not even see his eyes due to the glare on the glasses. "They too work with McCoy on Leyline energies."

"Uh, nice to meet you all." Jet stammered. He felt he should at least say something.

"Now, this man here is Tom Wolfcastle. He is part of the team that studies the environment and it's changes along with Mae Franklin next to him." Clyde pointed out an average man with black hair. Nothing of much more note. Beside him was a young woman with raven hair and a seductive aura. She gave Jet a slight grin and a wink. "And, last—but not at all least—is Benjamin Pierce who makes sure all equipment and the like is in working order."

"Um, I thought you studied anthropology Clyde, this, all seems like more than that." Jet commented. Anthropology was about customs and peoples and the like. Not environment, and Leylines, and overall everything.

"Well, you're right. We all mainly want to find out all we can on Filgaia's history. We all have our specialties. I, look into the history of the people who used ships like this and other past civilizations." Clyde explained and Jet nodded. Something was not right with him. For one, he still did not like the fact the lights were off, and yet, they supposedly work.

"So, we came to discuss my memories though. To find my real identity." Jet got down to business. He had no care for all of them and everything they do. He came here only because the brother of the man who gave Jet his 'image' said he could help. He was always most concern with himself.

"Right, right. Come with me." At that the lights lit a trail ahead of them.

"Should I introduce myself?" Jet wondered.

"No, no. They know who you are."

"They do?" Jet wondered. How?

"I informed them, uh, this morning before I brought you." Clyde replied.

"Oh, okay, I guess." Jet scratched at his head and followed Clyde into the laboratory. They came to a stop in the dark again.

"Here it is, I believe this machine will help you." With that a light went on illuminating the area and blinding Jet. "We had to keep the lights off while we let it charge." After the blinding light Jet saw a tube-like container that was fed by a table that looked like it entered in and out mechanically.

"Uh, so, what is it?"

"This machine will read your dreams and allow you and I to see what is hidden in your subconscious." Clyde explained.

"O-okay."

"You will have to lie down on the table. I suggest you take off your coat and shirt. Those extra rounds too. Basically all you'll need is your pants."

"Right." Jet actually felt nervous for a second. He did not see the other six scientists. Especially not the girls. He would have been embarrassed if any of them watched him unchanged. He did as he was told until he was left in his jeans and shoes. "Lie down?"

"Yes." Jet did so and after a few moments of being cold relaxed. What was about to happen he wondered. "Jet, you have the decision to use this or not. I should say that first."

"Why? Is it dangerous?" Jet wondered now with the hair on the back of his neck on end. He did not want a chance of dying now.

"No, but you might find things you won't like. You could change into a new person. I'm not sure, it has never fully been tested." Clyde warned.

Jet sat up. "Then, let me think about it real quick."

"Right, that's for the best." And Clyde wandered off into the darker parts of the lab. Probably to check on something.

"How will it change me?" Jet wondered. "Well, will I change?" He reconsidered. "I could stand some change anyway." He argued. "But, what about Virginia? Will she like me changed? Will Gallows or Clive? That Pike kid? The Florina girl who lives in Secret Garden?" Jet wondered. His 'friends' as Virginia told him once. What would they tell him to do? "Clyde?"

His 'brother' walked in. "Something on your mind?"

"Can, I go see about something first?"

"Yeah, back at the house? If you be quick about it."

"I will."

And, Jet ran out once his clothes were back on. He came right up to the Enduro home not breaking a sweat. The ruin was a good distance from the house. Normally a short horse ride, a longer walk—obviously. He stumbled into the home. "Where's the fire?" Clive wondered as Jet bumped into him. Virginia was across the room with a quizzical look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I, just wanted to know something."

"What is it, Jet? You know you can tell Clive and me anything." Virginia responded standing up from the chair she was sitting in.

"Do, you guys like me? As I am?"

Clive and Virginia looked to one another. "Of course we do." Virginia replied.

"Do you think there are some things I should change about myself? My way of life, or anything?"

"Well, you do have some things you should change. Like the anti-social thing and all." Clive murmured. "Overall, no. You really don't have to."

"But, should I?"

"You should do whatever you want to do!" Virginia responded. "This is about finding yourself right? Well, I support you. You have to go to any length to find who you are!" Virginia encouraged.

"O-okay, then." Jet looked to his hand. "Thanks." And he bolted out for the ruins again. The two others just looked at one another and gave a shrug. Jet eventually found his way back into the ruins. As he did Mae Franklin found him.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"You agree to do this then?"

He gave her a confused look. "Yeah, I do." Jet left her in the hall and found his way to Clyde who was at the machine waiting. He stood.

"You decide?"

"Yeah, I'll do it." Jet confirmed as he took off his shirt and all again except his pants and shoes. He was not comfortable taking off his clothes again, though.

Jet lied back on the machine, and it began to move inward into the tube slowly. Jet was already asleep, as if it was induced. He went lax and the tube sealed and filled with a liquid placing him in entirety in the solution. If he had been awake, he would probably hate this. Being in a tube. They always did make him queasy.

And, as he slept, things hit him full speed. His head was crammed with pain, but he never felt it. His memories surged, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in some open field of grass. A mountain and a forest in the distance.

"What is this place?" He wondered.

"This is Filgaia." Jet replied. Wait, Jet replied. Beside Jet was the true Jet. The boy who was son to Elliot Enduro.

"You're, Jet?"

"I am, and you are too, right?"

"Are you, a memory?"

"Yes, only a phantasm."

"Why?"

"I just am."

"What is this place then? I don't know it. You do."

"This is Filgaia before it decayed. This is the Filgaia that is in your memories. The ones that would be used to restore the world to this."

"It's, just the same as Yggdrasil. The time I was there…with, everyone." Jet muttered.

"Why are you here, Jet? I would say Adam, but you decided not to be him." The true Jet wondered.

"I'm here, to find myself." Jet replied easily.

"I'm afraid you will." The true Jet replied.

"What?" Jet asked shocked.

"Hey! Gallows!" Virginia stormed up the stairs of the Enduro home. "Have you seen Faluna or the boys?" She wondered as she caught up with the Baskar priest.

"Huh? Nah, but I thought I saw Faluna go into her room. To take a nap I think." Gallows replied as he was investigating the grandfather clock in the den.

"Okay, thanks." She left him for Faluna's room. No Faluna. She scanned the large room and bathroom, and found nothing. Just oddly, one of Faluna's dresses under the blankets. Her shoes and stockings, as well as her gloves too. Why would Faluna do so? It makes no sense to leave her clothes as if she was sleeping there, but was not. She scratched her head and left the room. "She wasn't there."

"Oh, no?" Gallows suspiciously wondered. "Well, I just remembered that the kids were going out to make a sandcastle in the back."

"Oh, thanks. Maybe Faluna is there." Virginia made her way down the stairs and through the house into the backyard. There was a mound of dirt that suggested a sandcastle was in the works, but no boys. "Where are they?" She kicked something. Clothes? The boys clothes lied on the dirt as if they took them off right there. Just like Faluna! "Clive! Gallows!" She ran into the house. The green haired man with specs caught her by the shoulders and calmed her.

"What is it?" He wondered.

"What's going on?" Gallows wondered as he burst in with ARM drawn. "Monster?"

"They, aren't here at all. They weren't here at all." She mumbled as if she had seen a ghost.

"Who wasn't?" Clive replied.

Gallows ventured about the area securing the room. "Hey, why did that butler leave his clothes lying around?" He wondered.

"Where's Jet?" Virginia shouted in a hurry. "Where is he? I need to see him now!"

"What's wrong?"

"They all were fake."

"The, family?"

"I'm not sure about Clyde, but, Faluna…a…and…I found their clothes totally empty! As if their bodies just evaporated and left the clothes behind." Virginia explained. Gallows and Clive exchanged worried glances.

"Right, where is Jet?" Gallows replied.

"With Clyde…in the ruins." Clive responded. "Get packed. We shouldn't jump to conclusions though. We'll head for town, and come back here." Clive explained. It was a good plan. "Then, if we still can't find them, we call the horses and go for the ruins."

"Right." The other two nodded.