Uhhhh yeaaaaah haha. So sorry bout the long wait. Not even gunna bother with excuses lol! So yeahhh errr hope it was worth the wait...which was like...what three months? Please don't be cruel! Provided a recap for anyone who doesn't feel like reading the last chapter :)

RECAP:

"Mommy?" Cody cried out to the dark night air. "Mommy!"

Nobody answered. The alley behind the airport was quiet, without activity. The airport was closed for the night. It was a small one in a small town in California. The Martin's had traveled there for a concert of their father's. Kurt had paid. Carey, although she wasn't quite happy about seeing her ex-husband, had greedily accepted. She loved the golden state.

He wanted Zack. He wanted his mother. He wanted anyone. Anyone to help him. The only help he'd received so far was a shove to the side and grumpy adults screaming at him who were late for their flights and didn't have time for kids. So why didn't he just go to the security guard? He was scared. That security guard wasn't friendly. Wasn't friendly at all.

"ZAAAAAAACCCKKKKK!"

"Cody…Cody wake up."

Cody continued screaming.

Zack glanced at the door. Their mother and the neighboring guests were sure to hear this. He had to wake Cody up now.

"Cody!" He started shaking his brother, trying not to scare him. "Cody please…Cody wake up!"

Cody whimpered and shifted recklessly.

"Shhhh….It's okay, Cody. I'm right here." He reassured his brother. Cody whimpered and clung to Zack.

"Okay…okay you don't have to tell me. It would help, though. It really would."

Cody shook his head and hugged Blankie closer. He didn't want to make his brother remember. He didn't want to remember himself. But now that those memories had hit, he had a bad feeling they wouldn't stop.

And he was scared. He was very, very scared.

Chapter 5:

"Mom?" Carey looked up as Zack walked into the living room, his backpack slung over his shoulder, "Cody's not up yet."

"Yeah. I know," She hesitated before adding, "I'm considering letting him stay home today."

Zack nodded. Normally he would've had something to say about that, but for once he was speechless.

"D'you want something to eat?" She asked after a long, awkward pause. Zack shook his head.

"No…I-I think I'm just gunna get to school."

Carey nodded. She understood, sort of, and so she let him go after forcing a pop tart into his hand.

Zack couldn't concentrate during school that day, not that he did usually. Cody was starting to scare him, especially after those nightmares…just the look on his face and…oh God.

"If he has those every night…" He didn't finish that thought.

He squirmed uneasily in his seat. He really wished Cody would tell him what was going on. Maybe he could help him…maybe…

God, what could possibly scare Cody that badly!

"Mommy…?" Cody walked through the airport, his little backpack secured on his shoulders. He'd just gone to look in the gift shop window (to find something to give Gramma when they got back) and suddenly…she was nowhere to be seen. And Zack…"Zack?"

Bam. He'd run straight into the security guard standing near the entrance to the building. He wasn't smiling. Cody backed away slowly. The security guard glanced at him but, much to Cody's relief, glanced away about a second later.

He kept walking, often tugging on someone's sleeve and shyly asking them if they knew where his mother was. Some of them replied with a polite "No." But most of them weren't nice, not at all.

"Mister, I'm lost. I can't find my mom. Can you help me?"

"No."

"Please, Mister! I don't know where I am!"

"I SAID NO, KID!"

"Please, Mister!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE MOM IS, KID!"

"Please, Mister! I don't know where I am! I'm lost and I'm scared!"

"I DON'T CARE! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! THIS PLACE AIN'T FOR KIDS!"

"Please Mister! I just want my mom! PLEASE!"

"I DON'T CARE BOUT YOU OR YOUR MOMMY! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND OUT OF MY LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Cody woke up in a cold sweat. The clock next to the bed read: 12:30 PM. His hand flew to his head. Had he really slept all morning? And why wasn't he in school? And…suddenly, in a great rush, every single moment of the dream he'd just had came soaring back. He felt tears drizzle down his cheeks softly. This wasn't fair. It'd been six years. He hadn't had those dreams or felt this way since he was seven! Why, all of a sudden, were they coming back now?

"Maybe I should tell Mom about this…" He thought, now having the slight fear he was losing his mind, "Or Zack…I should. I should tell him."

He was about to do just that when he realized, once more, that it was 12:30. Zack would be in school.

"I should be in school too." That reminded him again, exactly why wasn't he in school too?

He crawled out of bed, grabbing Blankie from the floor. As soon as he felt the soft fabric in his hand he realized, "Mom gave me Blankie that year. Right before…"

He pulled the blanket around his shoulders, cuddling it under his chin, as he ventured nervously into the living room. No one was there.

"Mom?" He asked, suddenly feeling like he was back in that airport again, except smaller. He checked the bathroom but there was no trace of Carey. He checked the refrigerator and the kitchen table and the counter for a note explaining her absence. But there wasn't one.

Cody started to panic. He ran from the suite and searched the hallway. His mind was buzzing questions, but only one really seemed to stick, What if something happened?

He caught the elevator. By that time, he was shaking. He watched the numbers flash above the doors.

"23..22..21..20.."

The elevator dinged and a young couple entered, eyeing him curiously. It was then that he realized he was still in his pajamas.

"19…18…17…16...15…14…"

The doors slid open and a gruff looking man in his mid-forties boarded. He vaguely reminded Cody of the security guard at the airport. He huddled back in the corner.

"13…12…11…10…9…8…7…6…5…Five more floors."

Cody groaned inwardly as he watched the doors open a third time and an elderly woman enter.

"4…3…2…1…ding." The doors slid open for the fourth time and Cody pushed his way out of the elevator.

He stared around the lobby. Moseby wasn't at the front desk, neither was Esteban or anyone else…

Now he was really starting to panic. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pajama pants and glanced at the candy counter.

"Maddie and London'll be at school too," He realized.

Cody made his way through the lobby and into the dining room and back into the lobby and into the basement and finally thought of checking the ballroom.

And there she was, microphone in hand, singing along to the band.

Cody stopped, frozen in the doorway. Of course. How could he have been so stupid? She rehearsed everyday. But still…

"Mom?" He asked. The band stopped playing; every face turned to his.

"Cody?" She asked, in the same way he'd said her name. She set the mike back in its place and hurried down the steps from the stage, sensing the urgency in his voice.

Carey took in his tear-streaked face, and Blankie draped around his shoulders; the distinct look of fear in his eyes.

"I…I thought you were…were asleep." She stuttered.

"I w-was…b-but I woke up and…and nobody was th-there…a-and there wasn't a note or anything and I…" The tears were already raining down his face.

She hugged him, letting him cry softly.

"I'm so sorry, baby," She told him softly, "I should've left a note or…told you where I was going to be…or…"

"It's okay," Cody whispered, so soft it could just barely be made out. He didn't particularly care for his mother's excuses, he was just glad to have someone to hold onto.

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