Moon's P.O.V.

I've been in the hospital for a week, but they're finally releasing me today. As soon as Dallas's parents finish filling out the paperwork, I'll be free to leave.

I look down to the two dog tags around my neck. Could these really hold the answers to taking down Carroll Corp. and the A.L.I.C.E. project? If they do, how do I get at the data? There doesn't seem to be anyway of plugging it in to something. As I'm thinking, I'm interrupted by Dallas's mom talking to me.

"Okay, Austin. Let's head home."

"Cool." I say, standing up from the waiting room chair. I take Dallas's hand as we walk out to the car.

Dallas. He had stayed by my side the entire time I was here. Even when I insisted on him going back home for a while and going to see Ally, Dez and Trish, he still wouldn't leave me.

We did, however, have to explain to his parents how this happened, so I ended up explaining everything. Even though I'm no longer an amnesiac to them, seeing how happy I made Dallas convinced them to let me continue staying at their house.

When I first broke out of the Rabbit Hole, I had wanted to keep this all a secret, but now that they're sending my family after me, it's going to be a lot harder. At this rate keeping it quiet will be impossible.

We soon pull into Dallas's driveway. I walk upstairs to my room. I hadn't gotten to bathe for a while, so I felt pretty gross. I walk to the bathroom that's connected to my room and turn on the shower so the water would warm up. Once the water is warm, I take off the clothes and step in.

Soon after, I heard a knock on the door to my room.

"Austin?" Dallas says.

"I'm in the shower." I tell him. "What's up?"

"Oh. I'll come back later." he says.

"No. What's up? Just 'cause I'm in here doesn't mean you can't tell me what's on your mind." I say.

"Ok." He says rather hesitantly. After a moment, he speaks again. "I'm afraid, Austin."

"What? Why?"

"These guys coming after you, they're only gonna get more dangerous, aren't they?"

"Unfortunately."

"I'm scared of what they'll do to you. That guy just put you in the hospital for a week."

"Most of that was so they could establish records for me. I'm probably going to be there quite a bit here in the near future."

"Still. He only hit you in the arm. What if the others hit you somewhere like your head of chest?" At this point, I had finished washing and step out of the shower.

"Don't worry so much, Dallas. I'm sure I can handle them."

"Please, Austin. I don't want to lose you."

"I know. That's why I'm fighting." I walk into the bedroom, where I see Dallas leaning against the wall outside the bathroom door. "If I don't fight, I'll either be killed, or I'll never see you again. That and the whole saving humanity thing." He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses me on the cheek.

"Grab one of the bathing suits I got you. I want to have a beach day. We haven't had one in a while." he says and goes to get his bathing suit. I happily get mine and put it on before gathering a towel and sunscreen.

Dallas's P.O.V.

We stay at the beach all day. I mean all. Day. By the time we get ready to leave, it's already dark. The only light we had was that of the moon reflecting off the ocean and the glow coming from downtown Miami.

"We should probably get back home." I say.

"Why? It's so perfect out here!" Austin says to me. I smile at him.

"Well, I'm getting tired. I want to go home."

"Okay. Just one last thing." he says as he pulls me in to kiss me.

Our lips are about an inch away when we hear something. Somewhere from the tops of the palm trees we hear a guy cackling.

"Austin?" I say, worried.

"Run." He turns to face the trees behind us. I take his advice and turn to run down the beach. I get about twenty feet down the beach, but then something happens.

A guy who looks to be about twenty years old appears in front of me. He has long purple hair and is wearing the same white jumpsuit with a heart on the chest that Austin was wearing when I found him. He also has what looks like a cat's claws extending from his fingertips. Before I know it, he right in front of me, staring into my eyes with his bright yellow eyes and his hand clutching my jaw.

"And where do you think you're going, my little oyster?"