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A/N: Here's chapter 3 (which used to be ch 2). It's my favorite part of the fic to write! This entire chapter is a dream, just so you know.

Chapter 3: The Dream

A light whispering wind blew from the fog. It sounded oddly like a feminine voice calling out to Lock.

'Looock… Looock……'

The icy blue fog surrounding Lock was smothering and bitter. He held his arms against his sides, feeling the need to protect himself. Lock couldn't even see his hand in front of his face because the fog was so thick.

'Loock… Looock……'

Spinning around, everything was suddenly clear from the fog. Lock stood outside by Destin Bridge, the very bridge where their plans would be held. He looked around in confusion.

'Hello Lock.' An old haggard woman appeared behind Lock and startled him with this statement.

"Who are you? Why am I at the bridge!?" Lock hastily asked the woman this, shaking her by her arms. She just cackled and took his hand.

'You know who I am silly. You're here because it's your resting place. I'm here because it's my home.' Lock just stood confused. The haggard woman cackled again.

"What are you talking about? I don't rest here! And I don't know who you are!!"

'Ahhh, but you do know who I am! You just don't recognize me. I thought you wouldn't. I doubt beau would recognize me too.' She sighed when she mentioned who ever beau was. Lock was even more baffled at the mention of another person.

"Look lady, I don't know who you are, I don't know who Bo is, and I don't know why I'm here. I'm leaving!" Stomping away, Lock didn't look back. He was forced to stop before he stepped on the bridge though, because the old woman had his arm gripped. She wasn't happy.

'You can't go! It's too dangerous! He who crossed sunk to eternal darkness, never to be found. You must not cross!' She was ranting and Lock felt her grip get tighter. He winced as her long, yellow fingernails broke his pale flesh.

"You're insane! Now let me go!" Lock tried to pull away, only resulting in more blood pouring out of his arm.

'He who crossed!! You must remember! He who crossed sunk into-' Lock ripped his arm out of her grip and ran towards the bridge. His arm was bleeding profusely from the deep jagged cuts. Once he got to the middle of the bridge, fog engulfed everything again. He stopped and sat down.

Inspecting his arm, he realized that the cuts were deeper than he originally thought. Everything suddenly became clear again when Lock looked up. Now there was a well in front of Lock. Nallie was sitting on the edge, casually looking at the non-existent sky.

"Nallie?" Lock carefully stood to his feet, not aware at how dizzy he was getting. Nallie looked over at Lock and grinned her toothy smile.

'Look what I can do!' Nallie stood up on the edge and balanced herself. Lock remained confused, and slightly dizzy. She started spinning precariously on the 3 1/2 inch (8.9 cm) thick edge.

Seeing the danger, Lock stuck out his hand to stop her. She stopped suddenly and started falling into the well. Locks stuck out hand was able to catch her before she fell out of his reach. Pulling her out of the well, Nallie just giggled.

'I thought I was going to fall!' Lock opened his mouth to tell her not to do that again, but nothing came out. Surprised by his silence, Lock kept trying to talk. His mouth opened and closed, void of any sound. Nallie laughed at his efforts. Lock gave up and set her down. She eyed him carefully.

'Don't sink Lock! Remember that!' She giggled again, laughing at her cryptic message. Lock sat down on the edge of the well, confused at how Nallie would know what the old woman said. Nallie stuck her face dead center in front of Locks and smiled toothily.

'Don't sink Lock.' After saying this, Nallie shoved Lock. He fell into the well, terrified and unable to make any noise at all. The darkness of the well clung to him, pulling him in. It tugged at him, pulled at him, and choked him. He held his now burning arm and tears were coming out of his eyes. He could see the silhouette of Nallie at the top of the well, looking down at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and didn't open them again.

A/N: Wow. That's one long dream! And this dream is 531 words longer than the original dream.