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Bunny shivered as a not-so-welcoming wind wrapped itself around him, coating his fur with snow and frost. Usually, the Pooka would let out a string of colourful curses at this point, but this time he laughed loudly. It had been too long since he felt any kind of wind in his fur, and he couldn't remember the last time he saw something besides cold, grey walls.

Jack was still lying in his arms, but was propping himself up slowly, wiping some blood from his eye. He looked around blearily.

"We're out?" He said, surprised. Bunny looked down at the bewildered spirit, who was studying some blood on his finger in a confused way.

Still out of it. The Pooka noted.

"Well done, Frosty." He said sarcastically, a smile twitching on his lips. "Ya lead us out, remember?"

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, thinking.

"Oh…" He said slowly, closing his eyes to block out the light. It was making his head ache more. "Where are we?"

Bunny sighed.

"Just outside the entrance to tha' place." Jack suddenly rolled out of his arms, making him yell in surprise. "Where are ya goin'?!" The Pooka yelled. Jack was now standing himself up with his staff, swaying alarmingly. He was muttering something under his breath as he scanned the floor.

"What are ya doin'?" Bunny asked carefully, alarmed by the strange behaviour. Jack didn't answer and suddenly dropped down on his knees, still muttering something. The Pooka grew more alarmed and picked up the spirit's staff, deciding whether he should use it to knock Jack out again. Having an unconscious Jack was better than a insane Jack.

"Jack?" Bunny said softly, creeping closer. Jack suddenly sprang upwards again with a wide smile on his face; the Pooka stepped back to avoid getting head-butted by an crazy winter spirit.

"I got it!" Jack said, grinning. He was waving something in front Bunny's face, but he couldn't make out what it was.

"Got what?!" He said, catching Jack's waving arm. The spirit uncurled his hand to reveal a small Easter egg, covered in frost.

"I found it earlier and I can't remember whether I dropped it or not…" Jack rambled, and thrust it into the Pooka's outstretched paw. Bunny looked at it, shocked. He remembered this egg. It was the last one he had painted until he had been captured by the nightmares.

"It's yours. Keep it." Jack said. Bunny nodded, smiling.

"Ya know, ya quite sensitive when ya got concussion." He teased. Jack snorted, grabbing his staff from the rabbit.

"Am not."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"No!"

"Yeah!"

"No!"

"Alright, Frosty, keep ya hair on." Bunny snorted, ruffling his hair gently. "Ya know, ya look like a girl like that."

"You know, you look like a Kangaroo." Jack shot back, stumbling slightly in the snow. He looked like a new-born fawn trying to walk.

"Ya good with walkin', Frostbite?" Bunny asked, steadying the spirit.

"Yup…"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Jack tripped and quickly steadied himself with his staff. "Besides, we can go soon…I just need to find my horse…"

"Ya horse?" Bunny questioned. Jack didn't answer and kept walking, wiping some blood from his forehead that had leaked over his eye. Not for the first time, Bunny grew alarmed at the action; he also noticed that the spirit was limping, though it looked like he was trying his hardest to try it.

"Are ya sure ya are ok?" Bunny asked. Jack laughed.

"Who's sensitive now, Kangaroo?" He taunted, avoiding a pile of frosted black sand. Bunny was distracted momentarily, staring at the pile.

"Was this a nightmare?" The Pooka asked, poking it with his foot.

Jack looked at it for a few seconds, tilting his head.

"Yeah…I killed it." He said casually, using his staff to steady himself again.

"Bloody hell, Frosty." Bunny said, "remind me not to get on ya bad side…" he shivered as the cold finally began to affect him. Jack grinned at the Pooka and waited for him to catch up before walking again.

"Frostbite."

"Yeah?"

"What is that?" Bunny pointed to his left, where a horse with frost patterns was standing silently, watching them. Jack looked around, stumbling again.

"It's my horse!" He yelled excitedly, grinning. He turned to Bunny. "Don't worry, he's tame." Bunny snorted, rolling his eyes.

The horse ran forwards and thrust its head into Jack's chest, nearly making him topple over. The Pooka watched the horse, mouthing a curse in shock.

The horse was huge.

And it looked like a nightmare, not a horse.

"Where did ya find it?" Bunny asked, stepping back cautiously. Jack smiled and lead his horse over to the rabbit. "Don't get that thing close, Frosty." Bunny warned, stepping back again. The horse looked more menacing now, staring down at the rabbit.

"Keep your fur on, Cottontail." Jack grinned, "like I said, he's tame." The horse tilted his head curiously, stepping closer.

"Hold your paw out." Jack ordered, smiling reassuringly.

"Frost-"

"He's fine, I promise."

Bunny sighed and held his paw out slowly, gritting his teeth. He didn't like nightmares.

Not at all.

"Come on, Raven…" Jack muttered to the horse. "I promise this Kangaroo doesn't bite." The horse, Raven, stretched his neck out forward and sniffed Bunny's paw. Then, slowly, the stallion nuzzled it, laying back his ears. Bunny found himself smiling, and patted Raven gently.

"Ya big softie." He muttered. He saw Jack smiling behind his horse, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut ya trap." Bunny said before the spirit could say anything. He looked back to Raven, who was closing his eyes lazily.

"Ready?"

Jack had moved to his side, and was holding a small snow globe.