A/N- ok, now that we're up to speed, we're back at Katey's point of view. This takes place in her unconscious mind.

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It was so incredibly dark that it seemed to have been forcing my eyes into my head. I couldn't tell weather my eyes were open or closed, and I had no way of knowing. And the only thing worse than the darkness was the silence. It made my ears ring, and it messed up my mind.

I tried to speak, and break the horrible silence, but I couldn't get my voice to come. Either that or I had suddenly gone deaf and blind. I thought this as a possibility, and reached my arms out in front of me, and twirled in a circle, trying to grab onto something to know that I wasn't in some screwed up parallel dimension, but as I couldn't touch anything, I furrowed my brow.

'Where the Hell am I?' I thought, trying to make my vocal chords move.

I wandered around in the darkness for a while, trying to amuse myself by practicing the steps to Hannibal's ballet. It was particularly hard, considering she couldn't see what she was doing.

After a while, I began to realize how stupid I must have looked, stumbling around blindly, and I squatted down, feeling for the ground. As I leaned down, I could feel nothing below my feet. I gasped, or at least tried to.

Just to see, I fell backwards, wondering if I would hit something.

I didn't hit ground, but instead fell as if I stepped off a cliff.

'Oh, this is just lovely now isn't it?' I silently asked myself, as I tried to settle my stomach down. It was suddenly hit with the weird butterfly feeling I always got when I was on rollercoaster's or was nervous.

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Awfully short, I know this. That's why I'm going to write another short chapter, this time from Mme Giry, Meg, and Christine's POV. Enjoy!

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Christine's POV

Meg, Fleur and I were walking back from the café, hurrying because it was so late. I admit, Fleur had seemed to have been hiding something from us all for the past three weeks, but it was no matter. Some people had unforgivable pasts behind them, pasts that they want to forget, so I didn't pry for answers.

But now, oh now I wish I knew what she was hiding! She seemed to want to get back home as soon as possible, and I knew that she was uncomfortable.

I didn't speak, wondering about her unusual behavior, and Meg didn't make any attempts to try to speak. We just hurried along, increasing our pace ever so slightly.

Beside me I could feel Fleur draw her cloak tighter, and I wondered if she was cold. I quickened my pace slightly. If you kept moving you would stay warmer.

But next to me I could feel Fleur's body rigid, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw her glance behind us.

She turned ever couple of seconds, and I knew she thought someone was following us.

I looked over to Meg to see if she noticed, but she seemed to be in a completely other world.

I heard a little squeak, and my first thought was that it was Fleur, but I dismissed that thought, it was a little squeak, like ones mice make.

I looked down to my feet to look for any possible suspects, but it was far too dark to see any little white creatures. I hard a strangles gasping sound and I tried to figure out what it was.

I looked back at Fleur and I gasped, her eyes were open wide, and she was gasping in air like a fish.

"Meg!" I yelled, although she was already aware of Fleur. She looked at me with frightened, wide eyes which I suspected mirrored my own.

"What is wrong with her?" she whispered in a small, quivering voice. She was clearly afraid.

"I don't know!" I cried as Fleur fell to the ground and starting twitching uncontrollably.

"Go run for help! Ask anyone you meet, as long as you can trust them! Now go! GO!" I yelled at Meg, trying to hold onto Fleur.

"If I wasn't dead before, this must surely be it…" I heard Fleur gasp. She gave a great big shudder, and lay silent.

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Omg, even I'M at the edge of my seat!

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