I gained consciousness in a room. A bed was in front of me, I could see the outline of a small body resting underneath the covers. A door was to the right of the bed and a dresser was in front of it. All lights were off, besides for one. A small comet-shaped nightlight emitted a faint blue glow. There was just enough light for me to make out the wallpaper. It was child themed. I could make out small white bunnies frolicking through endless fields of flowers, birds singing their sweet songs from the trees, butterflies flying through fields of green, and the sun standing tall and proud above the bed. On closer inspection, the bed was a child's bed. It was themed similar to the wallpaper. I walked over and crouched next to the bed to see who was under the covers. While I couldn't quite make out their features, I could see that it was a boy around the age of six. He had brown hair. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

I got up and quietly walked over to the dresser. Several things laid on top of it. Toy guns, toy swords, Legos, books, a collection of rocks, normal boy stuff. But there was something that caught my eye, it was a picture. I picked it up and brought it next to the nightlight which was next to the boy's bed. The picture inside depicted a man that looked like me, a woman with blonde hair and green eyes, and the boy in the bed. Something about the picture seemed familiar. Now that I was thinking about it, the entire room seemed familiar, like I had been there a thousand times. Just when I had started to wrap my head around the room I was in, I noticed that something was in the darkness. I was about to say something to it when they looked like they opened their eyes. Red circles stared from the darkness with the faint outline of a body behind them. But instead of me being it's center of attention, the boy was.

I moved in the way of it's stare and stretched my arms out in an attempt to defend the boy. It stared at me for a few seconds before reality seemed to warp and bend around it, then it's eyes disappeared. I sighed from relief and looked at the boy only to see the same distortion surround him before going away. The boy started to toss and turn. I walked up and saw his lip quiver, then a tear leaked from his eye. He woke up crying shortly after. He didn't seem to notice me. I for some reason had the urge to comfort him, but when I tried, I went right through him. It was like I was a ghost.

After the boy cried for a while, I heard footsteps approach from behind the door. The door opened and the woman from the picture stepped in, light beamed in from behind her. My eyes were having trouble adjusting to the sudden change in light. The boy's face was blurry, so I still couldn't make out his feature. The woman came over and crouched next to the bed, "Did the man visit you again?" she asked, her voice was gentle and comforting. The boy nodded and started to cry louder.

She wrapped her arms around the boy, "Hush, Little Baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a Mockingbird. And if that mockingbird doesn't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." she sang in her gentle voice. Whenever I heard her voice, I felt safe. Like nothing could happen to me as long as she would continue to sing. Whenever she reached the end of the song, she would start over. Eventually, the boy closed his eyes and fell asleep in her arms. My vision suddenly went black, but I could still hear her singing. "...And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town." she sang as I drifted into wakefulness.

For the first time in forever, I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I didn't wake up in a cold sweat, I didn't wake up shaking or crying, I woke up calm, relaxed even. I gently opened my eyes and turned my alarm clock off, then I looked over at Star's bed. I was surprised to see that she wasn't there. My clock read "9:30 A.M.". This was the latest I had ever woken up. The door to the room was still open. I got up and didn't bother to change out of my pajamas. I walked out and looked around, I was suspicious that I was still dreaming but everything looked normal. I walked downstairs and into the living room and everyone besides mom and dad were sitting down. Star was still eating breakfast. Who made breakfast?

Marco had seemed to notice me. He looked over at me, "Looks like you finally got rest," he said. I must have looked confused, because what Marco said next made it sound like I was, "Mom made breakfast, yours is in the kitchen."

I nodded before walking into the kitchen and grabbing my plate. Then I took a seat next to Star. Star looked over at me, she must have seen how confused I was cause she let out a chuckle, her mouth still filled with food, "You know, it was pretty weird coming down here and seeing your mom in the kitchen," she said.

I took a bite of my pancakes, "I bet," I said trying not to sound confused.

Kate chimed in, "I was surprised to find out that you're a much better cook than mom in terms of breakfast."

"Really?" she nodded, "Huh."

There was silence for a bit but then Marco decided to talk, "So we were thinking about hanging out with Daniel and the rest of the gang today. Care to join us?" he asked.

I thought for a second, "Sure," I looked over at Star and smiled, "I'm mainly coming to see Star's reaction to meeting Ferguson."

She looked confused, "What's wrong with Ferguson?" she asked.

Kate shook her head, "There's nothing wrong with him, he's just a bit... weird," she said.

"Well, I've met some pretty weird people so he's probably fine," Star said.

I looked away from her and held back a laugh, "Oh, you have no idea."

"You're just overreacting."

"Oh, you'll see."

We had just walked into the park, it was surprisingly cold for a summer day. For the first time in forever, I wasn't sweating in my jacket. The park was mostly empty, not counting the group of hippies sitting under an oak tree, a playground sat next to them. There were a few joggers that passed us, but that was it. The sun was bright and beaming, which adds even more mystery to how it was cold. Jackie had told us to go into the park, but we couldn't see her or the rest of the group. I could tell Star was getting more nervous bu the second. Stuff like biting her nails, constantly look around and the increasing sweat on her forehead lead me to that. I guess she was worried she wouldn't make a good impression because she's usually fearless. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something just felt off.

I looked around, "You see Jackie?" I asked Marco

"No."

"Why did she tell us to meet here if she's not even going to show up?" I asked myself. Marco shrugged.

It started to get colder and the park now had a blue tint. I thought it was only in my head, but judging by the confused expressions on everyone's faces, it wasn't just me. I noticed that the hippies under the tree had vanished, replaced by piles of dust. No joggers were insight and the playground had fallen apart, the slide was in pieces and the monkey bars were rusted. I had no idea what was happening and neither did Star, Kate, and Marco. They were all looking around the park, just as amazed as I was. I started to feel a shaking, light at first, but slowly increasing in intensity. The others looked like they felt it too.

I walked over to Star, she was inspecting the ruined playground. "You feel that?" I asked her.

She turned her head to me, "What?" she asked.

"The shaking," I said, looking at the sky. The sun had vanished under the dark blue fog that started to surround the area.

"I don't just feel it... I hear it," she said, causing me to notice the increasingly louder rumbling. She looked around, "Somethings happening," she faced me, "But I don't know what."

I had realized that Marco and Kate had vanished. I pushed my way through the slowly thicking mist, "Marco! Kate!" I screamed out into the mist, "Where'd You Go?"

Star caught up to me, "Don't leave without me, it'll be impossible to find each other in this fog."

The trees had lost their leaves and looked increasingly more blue, "What is going on?" I asked myself. I called out James, "Help us look," I said before he could say anything. He nodded.

We searched for what felt like hours, at this point you could barely see three feet in front of you because of the mist. We walked, and walked, and walked, but the park never seemed to end. It took me a while to realize this, but we weren't in the park anymore. I don't know where we were and Star didn't know where we were, I just knew we had left the park a while ago. Eventually, the surroundings started to change. Instead of the clean-cut grass, it started to turn into long, wild grass. The path we walked turned from concrete to dirt. From what we could see of the trees, they started to get thicker and longer. After ages, we finally ran into something. A church taller than most skyscrapers sat in front of us, old and ruined. Holes and moss surrounded the outside. It was far too tall for its age but wasn't that wide.

"Is this the only building out here?" I asked.

"Seems like it," James said back.

Star walked up the stairs to the old, tall doors of the building, "Marco and Kate could have gone here," she suggested.

"Maybe," I said. I joined her side, "So how are we gonna get in?" I asked

"The only safe way is to push the door open," she said.

"Alright," I put my hands on the door, Star did the same, "Ready?" I asked. She nodded. Me and Star pushed with all of out might but the door didn't budge, it was far too heavy. "Great, just what we needed," I said.

I heard footsteps behind me, "Daniel, No!" I heard the voice of Kate scream. Her voiced echoed like she was miles away but she soundedso close at the same time.

I snapped around, "Kate?" I could see the faintest outline of Kate. She had no color, her entire body was made of the mist. She looked... terrified. I tried to go down, but her body vanished before I could, blown into the wind.

Star looked at me, "Who's Daniel?" she asked.

"One of our friends, but why would she scream out his name like that? And more importantly, what the fuck was wrong with her body?" I asked myself. Before Star could stay anymore, three knocks suddenly came from the door outside of the door. I turned to it, no one. "Why is this happening?"

The door creaked open just enough for me and Star to fit through. Whatever knocked, they were trying to get us inside. I squeezed my way through the crack, Star followed in my footsteps. It took a lot of force to get my body through that crack, but once I did, I fell to the floor. I heard the doors slam shut behind us. While I was catching my breath, I noticed that the floor looked clean considering the outside. It looked more than clean, it nearly looked brand new. I looked up and was shocked by what I saw. The church looked like time hadn't touched it. The holes that were so noticeable on the outside couldn't be seen. The moss that had covered the outside had been replaced with freshly painted wood. The marble floor looked polished and fine. A huge chandler hanged in the middle, its lights were on. A giant cross sat at the end, it glowed a gold color. The design of the church screamed mid-century Europe but looked like it had just been built. I walked up to the pedestal, unlike what you'd expect, a bible did not sit on top of it. Instead, a piece of notebook paper sat in it's place.

I picked up the paper, "What does it say?" Star asked.

I read it aloud, "At the top in bold, it says, 'Readout loud under the item of worship if you seek the truth.' Underneath it is a quote without a signature, 'To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form; to soar beyond sight; to explore the uncharted realm of the hidden reality'"

"What's the item of worship?" Star asked.

I looked over at the cross, it glowed slightly brighter, "I think it's that."

Star waited for a second, "Well then, what are you waiting for? Go ahead," she said.

"Whatever you say," I stepped underneath the looming cross, "To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form," When I finished the first sentence, I could hear the faintest of a hum. It sounded like a few hundred people were ever so slightly using their vocal cords, Star didn't seem to notice. I looked around, no one else was anywhere to be seen. The humming continued none the less. I looked back at the note, "To soar beyo-" before I could finish, the ground started to lightly shake. While it wasn't strong, I wasn't expecting it so I fell. Star didn't react. I noticed that the shaking stopped once I dropped the note. The humming continued though. I picked the note back up and restarted, "To soar beyond sight," I said. The ground started to shake a lot more violently. It was nearly impossible to read the note because of this. The humming turned into a chant, making it impossible to focus. I heald my hand as steady as possible and continued to read. "To explore the uncharted realm of the hidden reality," I screamed over the chanting. Everything stopped. The cross started to get brighter and brighter, Star shielded her face but I refused too. Eventually, it got so bright that I had no choice but to close my eyes. A voice deeper than I've ever heard shouted, "It is not your time. You should not yet be here." The light started to go past my eyelids, it didn't even feel look like I was closing my eyes anymore. Suddenly, without warning, it vanished.

I opened my eyes, we were back at the front of the park like nothing had happened, Marco and Kate were walking into it. I looked at Star, she looked at me. Whatever we just did, we weren't supposed to yet. We didn't say anything for our stares told everything. We looked at each other for a bit longer then we followed Kate and Marco.

A/N

Look who's not dead... That's right, me. I took a break, a very long break. I started working on an original story about the original characters in this fanfic. I felt that if given the right chance, they would work good in their own world. I think I was right. If you want to see more of these characters I created, head over to Wattpad and search, " TheWritterofStories." (I know it's misspelled.) There will be connections between the two, but the original story will never mention SVTFOE for, you know, copyright reasons. If you don't want to check it out, that's fine, I understand. After all, you're browsing fanfictions for a reason. I'm very sorry it took me so long to push out this incredibly short chapter, next one will be longer. Until then, enjoy the outro. I know it sounds like I'm begging, but if you're able, leave reviews, please. Thank you for waisting you're precious time reading my take on the SVTFOE universe, have a nice day/night.