Charlotte was enjoying the dream of kicking Octavia's ass during a sparring session when a persistent uncomfortableness drove her out of slumber. Her throat felt drier than the kitchen mess' version of meat. She tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but the more she swallowed, the worse the feeling intensified. She needed something to drink.

Resigning herself to the need to get out of bed, she half fell, half rolled out from under her covers. Opening eyes to mere slits, just enough (she thought) to navigate safely to their tiny kitchen, she stumbled barely awake to her door. Using the wall of the hallway to walk, she made her way into the living room.

Whining that she had to leave the support of the wall, she walked. Not seeing what was in front of her. Her arms were flailing listlessly in an attempt not to bump into anything. She didn't see her father's boot and tripped over it. Her eyes opened wide for a wild moment before she closed them as she braced for the fall, knowing she was going to hit the end table.

What she didn't realize was that there was a deeper shadow in between her and the end table. For a split second, she felt like she was falling through infinite space, then she landed on a hard surface surrounded by light. Groaning from the impact, she took a minute to collect herself. Then she opened her eyes.

She blinked in surprise, wondering if she'd accidentally killed herself. She was no longer in her parents' quarters. She was lying on a metal floor lit dimly by lights. Looking in front of her, she saw a metal wall. Rolling onto her back and gazing up, she saw a metal ceiling. Cautiously, she sat up, trying to figure out where she was or how'd she gotten there. She looked in front of her and let out a horrible shriek.

Her legs were cut off below the knees by a deep shadow. She hurried back quicker than she'd ever moved before only to watch in abject horror as the rest of her legs reappeared.

Charlotte reached down, her hand shaking, and fearfully touched her legs. They were solid. She kept feeling them, even smacking and pinching them. Making her hiss in pain.

"What the fuck," Charlotte mumbled to herself.

Looking at the shadow, she noted it had been created by the way the light played off the corners of what she now realized was an alcove of sorts. Curious now that she understood, or hoped, that she was still alive and intact, Charlotte got up on her hands and knees and crawled closer to the shadow. Taking a shuddering breath, she reached out towards the shadow. Nothing happened. Charlotte reached far enough to encounter the corner herself.

Sitting back, Charlotte looked at the shadow, "I'm gonna kill Jasper."

The sound of pounding footsteps brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked wildly about in fear. Scrambling to her feet, she looked for someplace to hide but found nothing. The footsteps were coming closer, and her heart rate rocketed. She started backing up, making herself smaller, and hoping to be ignored by whatever was attached to the footsteps. Just as the steps were about to close in, Charlotte felt herself falling backward and being enveloped by darkness.

Her only thought was to get away from the footsteps and a safe place to hide. When she landed, muscle memory took control, and she rolled until she was in a crouched position. She immediately recognized where she was. Charlotte was in a far corner of the Pit. Hidden among stacked mats.

"What the fuck is going on," Charlotte cried out.

She moved quickly away from the shadows of the mats, Charlotte's breathing erratic until she stood in the middle of the Pit. Looking around the darkened space, Charlotte started freaking out, seeing shadows everywhere. Never before had they seemed so menacing until now.

Charlotte didn't know what to do or what was going on. Her mind was spiraling until she felt something comforting her.

Charlie, Clarke's mindvoice called, laced with concern. Is everything alright?

"I, I do-don't kn-know," Charlotte answered out loud and in her mind.

Where are you, Ten's soothing voice asked.

Th-the Pit, Charlotte weakly replied.

We'll be right there, Clarke told the girl.

Just stay put, Ten told her.

O-okay, Charlotte replied, curling up on herself as tears began to fall.

Charlotte huddled in on herself as she focused on the comfort her pack leaders were sending through their bonds. It felt like an eternity before they arrived, but it was less than ten minutes.

She let out a little shriek when she heard the door open. She looked up to see Clarke striding quickly over to her as Ten turned on the lights and locked the Pit door. Without thought, Charlotte launched herself at Clarke, who enveloped her in a warm embrace. Charlotte felt herself calming as she smelled Ten sending out comforting pheromones. And then Ten was embracing the two of them, and Charlotte finally felt safe.

When Clarke felt Charlotte calming down, she looked over at Ten, and they moved to sit on the ground. Ten laid a comforting hand on the young blonde's back, hoping to keep her grounded.

"Char," Ten softly called her attention. "Can you tell us what happened? Why you're in the Pit?"

Charlotte nodded weakly as she lay against Clarke's chest.

"Just take your time," Clarke soothed. "We're not going anywhere."

Charlotte sat there, absorbing their comfort for a few more minutes before she felt brave enough to talk.

"I, I w-woke up th-thirsty," Charlotte stumbled, but feeling steadier, she stopped stuttering. "I got up. Not really paying attention and headed to the kitchen. It was dark, and I tripped over something. I couldn't stop myself, so I braced, but I never hit the end table. I felt like I was falling through space, and then I landed on something hard. I had my eyes closed, but it was suddenly brighter behind them. Like when you turn on a lamp, you know?"

Charlotte peered at Ten, and she gave the ten year-old an encouraging smile.

"I realized I was laying on metal and not the carpet in the living room," Charlotte said. "I opened my eyes and saw a metal wall in front of me, and I was somewhere brighter than my quarters. I rolled over and saw metal above me, and then I sat up."

"You weren't in your quarters anymore," Clarke softly asked, looking at Ten in confusion.

Charlotte shook her head, "I was in some alcove or something. But when I looked at my legs, they were only sorta there."

"What do you mean," Ten asked.

Charlotte furrowed her brow in thought, "Everything below my knees was gone. I screamed and scrambled back. When I did, my legs started reappearing. They were coming out of the shadows."

"Shadows," Clarke asked.

"Yeah," Charlotte replied. "The way the alcove was made, the corner was full of shadows. I thought I was still dreaming, so I started hitting my legs. It hurt so, I knew I was awake. I went and reached out to see if my hand would disappear, but it didn't. I touched the corner. I started to think I'd eaten something Jasper had cooked up, you know? Maybe I'd knocked myself stupid and walked without realizing it out of my quarters and to this alcove."

"That is a possibility," Clarke quietly said and started checking Charlotte's head for bumps or blood.

Ignoring Clarke's examination, Charlotte continued, "Then I heard footsteps running towards me. I freaked out because I didn't know where I was or who was coming. So, I backed myself into the corner, and that's when I felt like I was falling again. I was only thinking about being someplace safe. Next thing I know, I'm rolling out of the shadows those mats make."

Charlotte pointed in the direction, and both girls looked over. Ten got up and went over to the mats. Charlotte watched as Ten walked around the mats, moving them around, and then stood there, scratching her head in thought. When she walked back over, she had a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Nothing," Ten said as she sat back down. "No vent or hole to explain how you could have gotten from where you were to here."

"Also, no bumps or anything to say that it was all caused by head trauma," Clarke said.

Ten looked at Charlotte sternly, "Did you eat or drink anything of Jasper's?"

Charlotte shook her head, "No. I'm like 95% sure I didn't."

Ten let out a gusty sigh, her frown deepening, "Sleepwalking?"

Clarke shook her head, "There were some studies that suggest sleepwalkers can recall what they were doing, but that was in adults. Children usually don't remember."

"But we're not typical," Ten argued.

"If I was dreaming of walking, why would it feel like I was falling both times," Charlotte asked.

"That would make sense if you fell down an open vent," Ten mused. "But, there's no vent over there for you to come out of."

"When you initially tripped, were you thinking about anything," Clarke asked.

"I was hoping that I wasn't going to kill myself accidentally," Charlotte answered.

"And the second time," Ten asked.

"I wanted to be someplace safe," Charlotte replied.

The three of them sat there as they thought about what had happened to Charlotte. Ten's inquisitive mind was going a million miles as she went over everything she had read about sleep disorders, but was coming up blank. There was no logical reason how Charlotte could have traveled from her quarters to the Pit in such a fashion. But something was nagging her. Charlotte's intent both times, was to save herself.

Ten growled low in frustration and then straightened, "I want to try something. Charlotte, I'd like to see if you can do it again."

"What," she shrieked. "No! No way! Nu-uh!"

Ten held up a hand to try and appease the girl, "Just wait a second. Hear me out. Both times you fell through the shadows; you were only thinking about saving yourself. From getting hurt by the end table and getting caught by whoever was coming. If I had to guess, you probably thought of the Pit as someplace safe. If we're honest, this is our safe space. Where we can be ourselves, right?"

"What are you thinking," Clarke asked, looking at Ten curiously.

"I want to turn off the lights to bring the shadows out more," Ten explained. "I want Charlotte to go back over to the mats with you, Clarke. I'm gonna walk over to the opposite side of the Pit, there." She pointed over by the couches. "There will be more shadows over there than anywhere else. Charlotte, I want you to think about reaching that spot and then walk into the shadows the mats cause. Just focus on reaching over there and me. Or you could just reach in with your arm or something."

Clarke looked over at Ten and said, "You think this may be something like your dream-memory things, aren't you?"

"Maybe," Ten replied, tilting her head in curiosity. "I just find it weird that I start having these dreams, and then Charlotte tells us that she can travel through shadows. If you throw in the fact that we can project images to others, but no one in the history of the Ark has ever recorded such a phenomenon…do you see what I'm getting at?"

"You think that there's more to us than extremely high IQs and specialties," Clarke said as she followed Ten's thoughts.

"Yes, but what or why or why now," Ten frustratedly said. "I have no clue. So, Charlotte, are you willing to give it a try?"

"I guess," Charlotte reluctantly replied. "Though I'd rather forget it ever happened and sleep in an empty room without shadows from now on."

"Thank you, and at least, this time, you won't be alone," Ten offered in reassurance.

"And if my arm gets cut off, Clarke can keep me from bleeding out," Charlotte grumbled as she got off Clarke's lap.

Ten grinned and stood up, "See. You'll be perfectly fine."

"If I die or get lost in the shadows, I'm haunting your ass, Ten," Charlotte scowled at the older girl.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, kiddo," Ten replied, helping Clarke to her feet. "Shall we?"

They nodded and split apart. Clarke and Charlotte were walking back to the mats while Ten headed to the lights.

"You ready," Ten called out.

"No," Charlotte yelled back.

The lights went out, and a few seconds later, Ten called out, "Okay, give it a try, Charlotte. Remember, focus on this side of the room and me."

Charlotte looked back at Clarke but could only make out the light color of Clarke's hair.

"Clarke," Charlotte weakly called.

Clarke stepped closer and took Charlotte's hand, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, Charlotte. Promise."

Charlotte held Clarke's hand tightly and took a shuddering breath. She turned back to the shadows the mats formed and focused on Ten's instructions. Keeping her thoughts on Ten and the other side of the Pit, Charlotte tentatively reached outward, shuffling forward slowly. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she steeled herself and shoved her hand forward.

Charlotte's hand disappeared as Ten yelled out, "HOLY SHIT!"

Charlotte let out a yelp when she felt something grab her hand, "That better be you, Ten!"

"It is," Ten replied, and amazingly, they heard it come from across the Pit and in front of them. "Okay, step back. I'm going to try something."

"Don't you dare, Tennyson Cartwig," Clarke yelled.

"Too late," Ten replied as she stepped out in front of them.

"WHAT THE FUCK," Clarke yelled, pulling Charlotte behind her.

Ten stepped forward, and they both took a step back in fear.

"Chill, C," Ten replied with a grin on her face. "I just proved that it's not only something Charlotte can do."

"How," Clarke demanded, still holding onto Charlotte.

"I concentrated on coming over here and you guys," Ten explained. "You should try, Clarke. I'll go back over there, and you come to me."

"Wait! No," Clarke reached out for Ten, but Ten had walked back through the shadows. "Goddammit, Tennyson!"

Ten's laugh came from over by the couches, "Come on, Clarke. It's not too bad."

"Fuck," Clarke moaned. "I think we've created a monster."

"You think Ten's bad, Clarke," Charlotte said. "Wait until O and Raven find out."

Clarke groaned loudly.

"Clarke," Ten called out in a singsong.

"Alright! Alright, I'm coming," Clarke whined.

"Just concentrate on where Ten's waiting for you," Charlotte helpfully suggested.

"Right," Clarke nodded and gathered what courage she had and stepped forward.

She whined and took a look back at Charlotte. Charlotte just gave her a smile and a thumbs up. Not finding that helpful at all, Clarke turned back around and stepped into the shadow. It felt like she was falling, and then she was stumbling out and straight into Ten's waiting arms.

"Hi," Ten whispered, smiling down at Clarke.

"I hate you," Clarke grumbled but tucked herself further into Ten, feeling safe in her arms.

"No, you don't," Ten replied with a chuckle.

"Hey, so what does this mean," Charlotte asked from right behind them.

Clarke turned in Ten's arms and said, "I don't know."

"It means that the pack is going to freak to find out that we can travel through shadows," Ten replied. "We're going to need a leash for Jasper and Monty."

Clarke groaned, "What if we just don't tell them?"

"Octavia will never be able to keep this quiet," Ten said.

"Fuck," Clarke replied. "This is not going to end well."