It was almost the middle of April, still chilly but not to bad. It had been 10 years since the whole Pitch fiasco and aside from a rouge nightmare that he had to fight off there had been no sign of him. Speaking of no sign of someone, Jack hadn't seen Jamie for a while. He had visited quite frequently the first few years after the Pitch thing but he had been needed else where so he stopped coming to visit as often. Come to think if it, he hadn't been over there in about 3 years, so Jack decided to go and surprise Jamie and his little sister Sophie with a visit.

It took him awhile to get there but when he did it was weird, all of Jamie's friends were nowhere to be found, and Jamie's house looked unkept which was weird. He looked around some more before finding someone familiar.

"Sophie! Psst, Sophie!" A blonde teenage girl in pastel pink, purple and green turned toward him, eyes widening when she saw Jack. She turned to the girls she was with and said something to them and then ran to where Jack was, by a willow tree. Jack flew up into the branches with Sophie climbing up right behind him.

"Jack! What are you doing here?!?" She asked him, wrapping him up in a big hug. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

Jack returned her hug and told her why he had been away for so long.

"There was global warming and so I had to go cool down Canada," he explained. "Anyway, where's Jamie? I want to catch up with him before I have to leave again." He scanned the park around them looking for someone who is not there. Sophie looked confused and then sad, "Jack, you haven't heard?"

"Haven't heard what? Sophie, where is Jamie?" She seemed to deflate against the trunk of the tree.

"He went missing 2 and a half years ago," she said, pulling a crumpled paper out of her bag and handing it to him.

Jack smoothed it out and let out a tiny gasp. The paper was a missing poster with the picture of a teen around 18 on it. Though Jack hadn't seen him in years he could tell it was Jamie.

Jack shook his head. "No, he can't- I, I don't believe it," he said. "Do you have any idea, any at all, about what might have happened to him?" Sophie looked like she might cry but she nodded and pulled a tiny jar out of her bag and handed it to Jack. He took it and peeked inside. It was empty aside from a small pile of black sand. No, not black sand, nightmare sand. And there is only one person who can make nightmare sand.

"Pitch?" said Jack, looking up at Sophie. She nodded. "I found it on Jamie's bed the morning he was reported missing. He went to sleep the night before and I came in early to wake him up and there was only this pile of sand on his bed. Everything was knocked over and broken, there was more sand all over his room but that was taken away for evidence. This is all I could smuggle out. I've kept it on me at all times, hoping you might show up and help find him, and here you are." She said semi bitterly.

"Sophie, I had no idea-" she cut him off.

"Find Jamie, save him and bring him home, then I'll forgive you for not coming sooner," she said with a half smile. Unable to do anything else due to shock, Jack nodded. She took a shuddering breath and started talking again. "After Jamie went missing, things had lost their spark, so to speak. They seemed sad and without Jamie being positive all the time, things happened, Jack. Bad things. Mom was beside herself with grief and it was like she wasn't there anymore. I had to do all of the cooking and cleaning which kept my mind off of things for a bit but mom got better and she took over the cooking and cleaning and so I had a lot more time to myself, to think. I slipped into depression and so did most of Jamie's old friends. Without him being positive all the time it was hard Jack, so hard to stay happy and on top of things. It took over a year for me to start to become happy again, to look on the bright side, and I talked to his friends, and one time I brought up you and they looked at me like I was insane. They were too sad for too long, Jack, they don't believe anymore." Jack pulled her into a hug and apologized again for not being there sooner. Sophie sniffed and then pulled herself together. Jack tried to hand her the jar and poster back but she told him to keep it. The girls that Sophie was with called to her and she slipped down from the tree. She looked up to him one last time and said, "Please Jack. Please find Jamie." And then she took off, running to where her friends were waiting.

Jack sat in that tree for a good long while after Sophie left. It was getting dark by the time Jack got up and decided on something to do. He flew to North's workshop, in the North Pole. Jack made it to a few miles away before he broke down. He started sobbing because Pitch had his best friend and who knows what he did with him in the past 2 years and it's his fault for not coming sooner because maybe there was something he could have done. Eventually his sadness was replaced by anger. He got up and with tear streaked cheeks, started making figurines of Pitch. Soon he got so good all he had to do was point his stick at an empty space and the snow would swirl up and make a Pitch snowman. That calmed him down slightly but what he did next was far more satisfying. He started to destroy the figures, sending ice spikes and snowballs at them and some just hitting or kicking down. He cursed at them and then kicked them again. Breathing hard and left with no more Pitch snowmen to destroy he dusted himself off and flew the rest of the way to North's workshop. What he got there the yetis at the front doors gave each other a look before opening the doors to let him in. As soon as the doors were open Jack flew in and to the stairs that would lead up to North's office. All of the yetis and elves that were working all stopped and looked up to where Jack was. You see, whenever he got mad he tended to make small blizzards and cold winds swirl around him. He doesn't mean to, it just happens. The cold wind and snow swirled all throughout the workshop, making the workers shiver and mess up on whatever they were working on. When Jack got to the stairs, he supposed he must have looked pretty rough because everyone who was on it got the hell out of his way. He slammed open the door to North's office, accidentally shattering some new flying ice toy of North's.

"Oi, how many times do I tell you, knock first!" He said in a heavy Russian accent. Then he swung his chair around and saw who was at the door. "Jack!" He cried, leaping up. But when North was a few strides away he stopped in his tracks. "Jack?" He said more uncertain this time. "What happened?"

Jack walked to the window seat and plunked down, staring at his lap. North wheeled his chair over and sat down beside him. "What's wrong?" He asked. Jack buried his head in his hands and a muffled 'everything' came out.

Jack took a few breaths and then told North the whole story. How he had gone to visit Sophie and Jamie, how Jamie had been missing the past 2 and a half years, the nightmare sand, all of it. When he was finished he looked to North. North however, was deep in thought. "Hmmm, Pitch is active again. This is bad. I knew something was wrong you know," he said looking at Jack. "I know because I could feel it! In my belly!" A terrible attempt at a joke but it made Jack smile.

"So, what do I do?" He asked North. "Well, I haven't seen or heard anything about him in the past few years but..." Jack was looking slightly panicked now as he said "But! But what, come on North!" North sighed and then continued with a troubled look.

"I think that Pitch took Jamie to get back at you, Jack. Think about it. If you were Pitch and you wanted to hurt someone but you couldn't touch them, who would you go after?" Jack slowly came to a realization. "My best friend," he finished. "Jamie." They agreed. "So, what do I do? If Pitch has been under the radar how am I supposed to find him and Jamie?"

"Well I think you should go see Sandy. He is always alerted when Pitch makes a move, noticed by us or not. Pitch must have used up all of his energy and power keeping Jamie's kidnapping under wraps. He wouldn't be able to hide anything else for a few years, so you should go and check with him."

Jack sprang up and was halfway out the door before North had finished his sentence. "Thanks North!" He yelled as he flew out of the office and then out the doors of the workshop.

"That kid," North muttered taking a cookie from the platter that some elves offered to him. "He is one boy who needs a cookie."