A/N: I am sorry this took so long, I have been trying to get this up for a long while now but hasn't been letting me in for some reason. As I am writing this, I am still not in and am writing the site for help. I really did not mean to make you all wait. Anyways here is the next chapter! Thank you all for the reviews!

Chapter Two: The Dream Begin

Alan coughed and noticed blood come up and splatter over his plain white hospital gown. He was sick, very sick and they did not know what was wrong with him.

"He's more then likely going to die here, poor thing." Nurse Able gave him a small smile as she talked to another nurse coming in for her shift.

"Where is his family?" The new nurse asked, tears coming to her eyes.

"He has none...orphan."

Alan woke up with a jerk, a look of panic on his face as he looked around the same place that was in his short yet impressionable dream. Only the room was much brighter and the paint on the wall had looked fresh. Shaking his head Alan sat up and groaned. His whole body was sore, he wasn't sure if he was sick or if the events of the dark stormy night before had gotten to him. Alan shivered in the sever cold, and looked out of the window at complete white. Alan frowned, got up and walked to get a better look at the window. Snow, massive amounts of snow covered everything, it looked like a blizzard had come in, but that made no since. It was only April, it was supposed to be getting hotter, summer would be arriving soon. Alan wrapped his three white blankets around his bloody cut up, bare arms. He had been wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts and was now officially freezing.

Alan walked over to one of the many old fashion medicine cabinet and looked around at all the bottles knowing that his wounds needed to be cleaned unless he wanted them to get infected. All he found was iodine and alcohol. He grabbed both along with some cotton balls and bandages. Sitting down at the desk, Alan began the slow painful process of cleaning himself up and disinfecting his wounds. He had finished his arms and legs when his bladder which had been full when he woke up; began to protest at the lack of emptiness.

Getting up, Alan began to search for the restroom, he found it next to the closet. He finished up his business and walked up to the mirror and gasped. His face looked worse then his arms and legs combined. Alan quickly washed his hands before going to grab the cleaning supplies, when he got out of this he was going to look horrible. Dark black bruises, that Alan knew would only look worse before the looked better covered large areas all over his body including his right cheek. Place hundreds of cuts, some already infected on top of them and beyond and Alan looked kind of scary.

He finished cleaning himself up as much as he could before deciding that if he was going to try and make it back to school in the snow he would need to find clothes, and since the hospital seemed to be abandoned in a hurry there was bound to be some clothes somewhere. Alan walked out of the restroom, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness which in turn caused nausea. The room was spinning rapidly and Alan held onto the doorframe with all the strength he had. Then as sudden as it had started it stopped. Alan slid to the floor gasping and trying to keep dinner from the night before from coming up. He sat on the floor for a good thirty minutes shivering, before he finally found the strength to stand again. Slowly he began to walk through the room opening dressers, only one dresser had any clothes in it, a sweater and sweat pants , both very ragged looking lay inside. Alan quickly put them on over his own clothes before heading for the closet and putting on several extra large clean mothball smelling hospital gowns.

Alan walked very slowly down to the first floor and across the long room to open the front door. All he could do was gasp as he stared at the wall of snow blocking his exit. A shiver ran down his spine again this one having nothing to do with the cold. He could have swore upon looking out of the window from upstairs that the door had not been blocked. The windows! Before Alan could turn around however he noticed how dark it was down here. Turning Alan gasped, the windows that he had stared out of only minutes ago were now also covered in snow. If he was to escape from here is would not be from down here. Alan hurried up the stairs again and looked out of the window from the second floor. To his utter confusing and horror, upon looking down he saw the door and windows all standing open, not covered in snow. Alan ran down the stairs but all he saw was blackness. It made no since and the thought that he was trapped in here was enough to make him panic. The longer he stayer the more he wanted to leave.

Alan was about to turn around and go back up the steps when he heard something above him move. Alan froze as he listened to what sounded like beds moving around, scraping the floor in an almost nails on a chalkboard sound. The room went silent and Alan suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to leave the darkness and see what had moved in the room he had just left. The feeling of being watched returned and Alan scrambled up the stairs into the children's room he had slept in, it looked the same. Alan looked closely around him but did not see anything, with a tired sigh, Alan felt heat wash over him and suddenly all the clothes he was wearing was unbearably warm. Alan stripped off his clothes until he was in nothing but his boxers, feeling exposed Alan grabbed two hospital gowns, put one on backwards then the other forwards so that he was at least wearing something. Feeling sleepy again Alan walked over to his bed only to finally find what had been changed. This was not the bed he had slept in the night before.

The sheets were dirty, they did not smell like mothballs and there were drops of blood on it. On the top of the right bed post was the name Alex was carved jaggedly. The thought that he had been dirty (still was) and was bleeding last night came to mind, but he knew this was not his bed. Alan turned around and quickly spotted a bed that looked a lot cleaner then the others, in the same spot that he had been in his dream. Alan slowly walked over to it and smelled it...mothballs. This was his bed! Another frightening chill ran down his back before he eyes began to droop, not wanting to think about this Alan sunk into the bed, the dream began almost immediately.

Alan was feeling worse then before, he was awake but his eyes were to heavy to open up. The voices of the two nurses from before were talking, they drew nearer and stopped in front of his bed.

"I think we should just put this unwanted brat out of his misery. He's going to die anyways." The voice of the new nurse spoke.

"Angelica! Speak like that again and I will report you!" Nurse Able whispered angrily. The two walked away silently. Alan blacked out. He woke again feeling worse then before. Nurse Angelica smiled sweetly from her spot above him, a needle filled with something Alan had a bad feeling about; in her hand.

"It's going to be alright sweety, it will all be over before you know it." Alan shuddered at the words, wanting to speak, scream make any kind of noise but the pathetic whimper he was making. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, he wasn't an orphan, he had a family to live for. He wasn't the boy he thought he was. He was to weak however and he could not alert anyone to the danger, nor could he get away. The needled plunged into a vain underneath his elbow, a burning sensation washed over him and once again everything went dark.

A gasp and a terrified scream punctured the silence of the room as Alan shot up from his nightmare. Or was it someone else's? Was the boy dead? Alan's head began to spin again and he fell backwards unconscious.

This time things seemed different, very different. Sure he was still in the small section of the children's hospital, but this time he was no longer in a bed. Instead he was looking down from above as a doctor and nurses Able and Angelica worked to bring a small boy, with ruffled black hair back. Angelica looked to just be playing along, whenever no one was looking she would smile what looked to be a completely insane smile. The doctor declared the boy dead and draped the sheet over the boy's body looking very sad. The doctor and Nurse Able stepped away to talk while Angelica looked down at the covered boy.

"That's one less inferior being to worry about." She whispered before she walked away smiling. Alan could only look down at the boy with wide eyes. That's when he noticed he was floating, above the body, before this could really sink in a nurse he had never seen before ran in out of breath.

"This hospital has been contaminated with some kind of horrible illness, it spreads quickly and now everyone on the fist floor has it including the doctors and nurses, we must leave this place right away or risk losing everyone!" The nurse turned around and ran back into the stairway. Things seemed to move quickly suddenly everyone but the boy's body was gone, the room grew cold, the paint on the walls began to peel, Alan looked out the window to see the seasons changing rapidly. He looked back down and almost screamed at seeing his own body on the bed. The boy stood next to his bed looking up at him floating above his own body.

"You have to help me. I want to move on, I want to leave this place. Please, will you help me?" The boy asked desperately. Alan just stared at the boy wide eyed in shock, then nodded. The boy smiled and floated up to Alan offering him his hand. "Hi, I'm Alex."

"Alan..." Alan touched the boy's almost transparent hand before feeling a jerk.

He was awake again, and he still felt lousy. Alan sat up suddenly the strange dream of the boy who had haunted all of his dreams running through his memory. The room was empty. Then a voice from nowhere sounded from what seemed like everywhere. It was the voice of a young child.

"There are others like me, trapped in the places she killed them."

"H-Hello?" Alan was officially freaking out.

"Until someone set's us free we are trapped. I have watched you for two years now, as you walked through the woods, when you finally found this building and could see it the way it was, I knew you were the one."

"The one what?" Alan choked.

"The one sent to free us!" Alan just stared forward before deciding he was still dreaming, he shut his eyes.

"Listen, people are searching for you, you have been missing for almost a week now." Alan's eyes shot open again. That was it, he was losing his mind...or maybe this was all a hallucination...wait a week?

"A week?" Alan groaned.

"Yes, your very, very sick. I am going to help them find you, I will be with you the whole time. Okay?" The voice ofAlex more stated then asked. Alan only nodded, now positive this was just a strange illness induced dream. He felt his eyes begin to droop and before he knew it was asleep again, no strange dreams plagued him this time.

Fermat leaned against his father, tears running down his cheeks, a week, it had been a week since he had last seen his best friend, the school contacted Jeff twenty minutes after Fermat, by then the Tracy's were ready to go. There were leaving on a private jet, being they could not be seen as the Thunderbirds.

Police officers , firemen, search and rescue were already there upon arriving. By then the blizzard had stopped but the chill felt like they were back in the middle of winter. Three feet of snow lay on the ground, and the authorities were now looking for a body instead of his best friend. The Tracy's looked just as bad as Fermat and now Tin Tin. Tin Tin who had been in Peru studying the cultures there, had not found out about what happened until yesterday, she came straight back.

The snow melted quickly on the third day, spring returned full force, and hundreds more people from the local communities joined the hunt. All traces of him had vanished after the storm. Night took over the day and the rescue teams went home for the night, Tin Tin and Fermat stood alone outside the woods staring, wishing Alan would pop out yell 'Boo!' then laugh. That's when they saw it. Something white laying on the ground at the edge of the woods where Alan had been last seen. The two teens took off running, Jeff and Gordon who had just stepped out of the dormitory where they had been talking to the headmaster stepped out and noticed the two children running. They took off after them fearing that they would run into the woods and join Alan where ever he was.

Fermat and Tin Tin stopped abruptly at seeing the very pale face of there missing best friend. Tin Tin was the first to move as she dropped to her knees beside him and felt for a pulse. It was weak but it was there. She let out a loud sob in relief and was soon joined by Fermat, Jeff and Gordon. Gordon pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911, before calling his other brothers.

A giant crowed formed around Jeff who was now cradling his ailing son in his arms, rocking back and forth crying. The paramedics were quick to arrive as well, however getting through the crowd was another story. But the crowd parted at seeing them and the medics managed to get to Jeff and his youngest son.

"Make way, make way!" A short muscular male medic bellowed. They carefully managed to get Jeff to let them place him on a straighter. Jeff followed almost blindly behind the medics as they called vitals to each other, one began an IV the other started him up on monitors. Jeff sat down in the back of the ambulance with his son before they drove away at high speeds. He did not even hear his other sons tell him they would be right behind them. Brains drove.