They neared Eliza's house within ten minutes, their legs burning even from the short run. The two miles they had sprinted yesterday had burned them up already, and soon the stalked off slowly over to Eliza's door.

Will knocked on the door impatiently on the mahogany wood door. Engraved in it were twisting vines and roses and daises. In general the entire house was magnificent, the paint on the outside had no sign of chipping, and the windows were clean and shiny. In all, the house was well kept.

The two waited for minutes in front of the doorway, waiting for someone to open the door up for them. When no answer came after the sixth minute, James extended his hand and pushed the door open, surprised to actually find it unlocked.

They tentatively stepped inside, their eyes glancing about to see if anyone was in the vicinity. As they continued to see no one, James and Will started to head up the spiraling stair case until they came to Eliza's room floor.

Will turned the fake gold knob slowly and pushed the door to Eliza's room open slowly, walking inside. In the back of the room sat the bed, and sleeping in it was Eliza, who did not look like she was sleeping peacefully. Will crept over to the side of her bed, and watched her flinch in her sleep and murmur words. Will was able to catch some of what she said, and it sounded like this:

"No! No! … The other way! … Will! Will, help me! It's B-" At this moment, Eliza's eyes shot open, and her arms were shaking slightly as she glanced at Will and James, who stood with a bewildered expression upon their faces.

"Eliza… Eliza, are you ok?" Will asked with a worried tone in his voice, all the while looking at her straight in the eye. Eliza said nothing; her breathing was hard and labored, and her hands had stopped shaking the tiniest bit.

Will looked over at James, who only shrugged. Shaking his head, he turned back to Eliza and grabbed her arm nearest to him, and pulled her into a sitting position.

"Eliza, what happened? You were shaking all over and talking in your sleep." Will asked, shifting his weight as he let go of her arm. Eliza took a long, deep breath before saying anything.

"You're William Turner, aren't you?" Her head turned to face him, and his eyes met hers. The worst chill Will had ever experienced went up his spine, and his brain only had one answer:

"Yes. I am." James's head shot up to look at him, a confused expression on his face. Eliza continued to look at her before she sighed, looking away.

Suddenly, a horrible pain was in the back of Will's head. He clutched it and groaned; it felt like a dagger going through his head, and the pain was slow and unbearable. James and Eliza did not know what was happening until Will fell onto the floor, unconscious.

Will woke slowly, the pain in the back of his head numbed slightly. He glanced around, and his mouth gaped slightly. He was in the middle of a large open field, misty looking trees surrounding it. A man stood over him, and he, too, looked ghost-like, not to mention he only had the left part of his body.

"You're finally awake." He said, smiling slightly. Will's heart nearly skipped a bit as he realized who it was- William Turner, the man who had been talking to him in his head, the man who said that he was him.

Will looked at him strangely, then looked slowly over to the right side of his body- it was gone. He was split by the middle, yet he was alive.

"What's going on here? I want an answer." Will was getting angry now, yet there was an absent feeling in his head. His mind also raced with thoughts… there was something going on here.

"Just follow me." Turner replied, turning and began to walk forward. Will got up and hurried after him until he was striding beside him. Will could not help but glance at Turner's face; He had the same cheekbones as him, not to the mention the hair color and eye color.

They neared a large blackish brown, and Will strained to see what it was. He saw nothing of detail. As they neared, though, he could see a small black building, the door open. Turner entered without hesitation, and Will followed.

He was taken aback by what lay inside. Swords were hung everywhere, and two anvils were sat near a smelting oven with burning embers. His eyes wandered over to Turner, who looked, actually, sad.

"Does this look familiar?" Turner asked. Sadness was in his voice as well, and Will couldn't help but feel slightly bad for him. His mind wandered to his question, and his eyes looked the blacksmith's shop before saying anything at all.

"Yes, it does. Was… was it mine?" Will asked. He just had a feeling it was, and the way Turner looked at him made him nervous for the moment.

"Yes, it was. Well, really, mine, but you're me… Does this make any sense to you?" Turner turned his head to look at Will; He looked so much like him.

Will wasn't sure what to say, but sighed and continued to look at the blacksmith's shop.