Hello fellow GTOL readers

I know what your thinking. Two chapters in two days! that's not gonna be there for long. Sorry.

I left the last chapter on a bit of a weird space but I didn't want it to go on forever so sorry if you felt I left it off in the middle of the sentence. Because I kinda did.

Anyway, I need to remember to keep doing the disclaimer because I can guarantee I will forget. I also want to say that I'm really grateful for the readers who always leave a review and the people who have followed my story. The last time I checked, 83 people had read my story (Which is absolutely crazy, I never thought more than a few people would even notice it)

Disclaimer,
I do not own the Underland Chronicles or any of the amazing characters Suzanne Collins has created, only the plot-line of this story and the characters I make up!

Now on with the chapter.

Chapter 4- Time flies when something goes wrong

Michael's POV (Third person)

He was helped on to his feet and saw Gregor reversing down the drive and on to the road, he knew he couldn't stop him but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. He sped down the path and caught up to the car in time to open the passenger door and climb in. He reached for the keys and pulled them out, Gregor didn't even fight him, he was too busy trying to stop the tears streaming down his face.

"What the hell were you think-" his speech was interrupted as he noticed that Gregor was crying, "Gregor, she going to be okay, but you need to take control of your anger"

"I-I know, Its just that - She - I-" He couldn't help but sink down, lower into his seat "I was meant to take care of her"

"It's not your fault Gregor, but we need to go back inside and talk about this" His uncle got out of the car and went over to Gregor's side, yanked on the door handle, realised it was locked and knocked on the window. The door was unlocked and he pulled Gregor to his feet, dragged him to his sisters and got back in the car to park it.

"C'mon kids lets go back inside," He took the littlest ones by the hand and made sure Gregor was directly behind him. Instead of going through the front door he led them around to the back, away from the blood that had now dried on the gravel. When the went inside he shut the front door and put them all on the couch, Gregor on the left, Lizzie on the right and Margeret wedged in between them.

Gregor's dad's POV (first person)

The ride to the hospital was an agonising 10 minutes, with each minute her condition got worse and when they finally arrived, my wife was barely alive.

"Hang on sweetie, just hang on," I said. The doctors wheeled her out of the ambulance and into the surgery room where they told me I had to wait in the other room, I fought to stay by her side but in the end, I was forced to sit down.

20 minutes past without any news. Then half an hour and still nothing.

I was woken by a kind-faced nurse and the morning sun shining on my face, apparently, I had been asleep for over five hours and Grace was out of surgery and recovering in room 210, level 2 room 10. I stood up and raced down the hallway taking the corners as sharply as I could and raced inside the elevator. When the doors opened up again, I tore down the corridor until I found her room. I gently opened the door and gasped as I saw her condition.

Blood had coated her hair, wires were connected to every part of her body and her chest was barely even moving. A team of doctors was constantly checking her pulse, breathing time and wounds. I stepped to her side and took her hand.

"Grace, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I shouldn't have let you go outside alone," My voice was breaking and my eyes were filled with tears.

"It's - not - your fault," His wife's voice was so fragile it could be broken with a single sigh of wind.

"I love you, Grace," I said, my voice was so full of emotion, "don't leave me, I love you so much"

"Don't - worry, that's not - my plan,"

Gregor's POV (Third person)

Gregor's uncle was talking but he couldn't hear a word he was saying. His mom was in danger and here he was, just sitting on the couch.

"Gregor? Are you okay?" His uncle was staring him straight in the eye, "I think it's time to go to sleep."

He walked upstairs, his mind still away from his body. Two of the people he loved most in the world could die, and he wasn't doing anything to help any of them. Gregor got changed into his pyjamas and sank down on his bed, all the tension in his shoulders instantly fell away and his mind fell into slumber. But Gregor could never have a dreamless sleep, he knew that much by now.

He was walking along a corridor, no one else was around and all he could hear was a baby crying in the distance. The numbers on the doors never made any sense to him, 43 to 89 then back down to 12. At the end of the corridor, there was one final door, number 210. He knocked on the door for no apparent reason, upon hearing no reply he opened the door and saw, "Mom?" He ran to the side of the bed and was just about to reach for a hug when the figure changed.
 Luxa was lying in her place.

"Luxa, you have no idea-" He was interrupted by a cold hard voice coming from the bed.

"Why have you not returned, Overlander, many have died in your absence,"

"Luxa I couldn't, my mom would never let me, you have to know that"

"Even I myself died"

"What?!"

"You killed me"

He sat up quickly, too quickly as he became light-headed. What on earth was that dream about? Could it be true? Luxa was dying and he needed to save her.

It was then that he came up with a plan, a plan to go where he truly belonged, a plan to go home. The Underland.

Dreams are always difficult to do.

I wanted to write more as soon as I finished the last chapter so I started this one pretty quickly and if nothing goes wrong it will end up being two chapters in two days!

Please take the time to leave a review on the usual things I recommend. I also really want to know what people what to see in this story because I don't want to spend too much time in the Overland, but I also don't want to rush his arrival. Like in a few of the stories I've read, they simply put "Gregor wanted to return to the Underland, so he did," I don't think that's a good way to bring him back to the place he obviously wants to go to. Anyway,

That's it for now!

C'ya later

-El Cerdo Solitario