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bunniescreed: Hey there, bro! How's it going? Thanks for the review! See ya in an hour or so! Luv ya!

Here is my next chappie for y'all.

(Don't own MR. Sorry, I wish I did, too.)

Chapter 4: Part 1

"C-come in," I stammered.

Fang open the door a crack and slipped inside my room. He didn't flick on the light. He sat right next to me on the bed.

"Max, are you okay?" he asked.

"Huh?" I was confused. Why wouldn't I be okay? It was only a dream, after all. Besides, he was here now. All the more reason to be okay.

"You were screaming my name over and over again. Everyone's awake downstairs. They're all worried about you. I came up to see if you were okay," he told me. Lots of emotion wrinkled his face.

"I was?"

"Did you have a bad dream or something? Like last night?"

Now that he said it, my dream was exactly like the one last night. I nodded.

"It's okay. I'm here."

He took me in his arms like last night, but I didn't loose my head this time. I just rested it on his shoulder. My eyes were dry.

"I know," I started, "It's always okay when you're with me."

(A/N: I thought that this chappie and my next were a little short so I'm combining them. Hope you're okay with that.)

Chapter 4: Part 2

That morning was highly unusual for me, and that's saying something. Nudge was quiet all through breakfast and Gazzy didn't make any jokes about bodily fuctions. We kind of just sat in silence and ate bacon and eggs.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm going out," I said, standing up abruptly. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Call me if you need anything."

Without time for a goodbye, I strode out the door and took off into the morning sun.

Bad idea, Max. Stay with them.

Great. Just what I need on a day like this.

Why, hello, Voice. Or, should I say Jeb?

This whole "Jeb=Voice/Voice is not Jeb" thing was getting old. Why did I even ask? It's just gonna say that its not Jeb.

I'm not Jeb.

Told you. I'm psycic.

Why should I stay with them? I need to think. I shot back at it, catching a sudden gust of air that I could coast on. I flicked on the superspeed.

I stayed out for a while. Maybe a couple hours. It gave me time to think about the past: what it meant, what it was "supposed to show me."

I could stay up in the sky forever. But, as I am part organism, and organisms need to eat, I figured it was around lunchtime.

As I turned around to go back home, I saw big clouds to the south. I would have to land before the rain struck.

I hate rain. I hate the way it feels on my wings. My feathers stick together like someone poured glue on them. They get heavy and if I keep flying, I'm likely to fall out of the sky.

But these were no rain clouds. These were much more dangerous.

Erasers.

(SORRY! I couldn't resist. I'll post right away, I promise. But you should probably be able to tell what happens next.)