Pan opened the door to Camino's room slowly. She looked down the empty hall and then went inside the room. She closed the door softly and looked at Camino's form in the bed.

She went over to his bed and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful as he slept. She touched his face, it was warm from sleep, but it seemed as though his fever had broken. It was funny; she didn't remember Camino ever getting sick before.

She looked at his face and her eyes widened for a moment. She'd never really taken the time to realize how handsome Camino was. He was usually smiling, but his face was expressionless now and he looked mature and notably handsome.

Camino stirred in his sleep and she sat on the edge of his bed. He opened his eyes and looked at her. After a moment, he frowned slightly at her presence.

"Pan? What are you doing here?"

She held up a bunch of papers. "I brought your schoolwork." She smiled at him.

He blinked. If anyone were going to bring him his schoolwork, he would have expected it to be Ion. But then again, he wasn't exactly disappointed to see her.

"Thanks," he said, sitting up and propping himself against the headboard.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Better."

Camino had slept most of the day away. When he had finally woken up it was the afternoon. He was feeling better, but he still couldn't understand what Snow had meant when she said that she never should have let him go out. He couldn't recall going anywhere.

She stood and placed the papers on his desk. "I told Scatter I would come and give you the papers. He said you didn't miss much." She sat on the edge of the bed again. "We haven't really talked in a while. I wanted to know if it was because I turned you down."

Camino shook his head. "No, of course not. No hard feelings."

"That's good," she said. "It's not because of you, really! I just don't want a serious relationship to ruin our friendship."

"I understand," he said, darting his eyes downwards.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

"Sure anything."

"Promise not to tell anyone else, especially Scatter?"

He nodded. "I guess so."

"Tonight I'm meeting someone at the park," Pan said. "He's someone very special."

"Who?"

"It's the thief from before. The one who calls himself Dark."

Camino's eyes widened. "Dark? But why?"

"Last night, he saved me," she said. "And..." She paused and laughed. "Is it silly to like him? He is a thief after all."

Camino shook his head. "I don't know. Do what makes you happy."

She smiled. "Thanks Camino. I really needed someone to talk to about it. Last night I went to a friend's house. He was a boy I knew from school. He seemed really nice, but when he got me alone he tried to take advantage of me."

Camino's eyes widened.

"That's when Dark came in." She closed her eyes and smiled. "I guess he isn't such a bad guy after all." She opened her eyes. "Well I think I should be going now. I'm glad you're feeling better." She touched his hand.

Camino gasped. Images flashed through his mind. He saw a boy hanging over some kind of railing and as he looked down he realized it was his own hands that were gripping the boy's shirt collar.

"Camino?" He heard Pan call his name, but her voice seemed so distant.

He held Pan's face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss and she didn't struggle against him or turn away. She kissed him back and put her arms around him.

"Camino?" Pan shook his shoulders gently. "Are you all right?"

He looked up into her concerned face. "I...I'm all right. It's just..." He touched his temple. "My head..."

"Oh," she said, with a sigh of relief. "You have a headache. You really scared me back there for a moment." She took a step back. "I hope you get better soon. See you later."

"Bye," he said, watching her leave the room.

When the door closed Camino tossed the covers back. What were those images I was seeing? Memories? But of what? I don't remember anything like that. I can even recall where I was.

He looked down at his clothes and his eyes widened. They were the same black clothes he had been wearing when he had woken up and found the jewelry under his bed.

"But then that would mean... that I'm Dark!" he said, aloud.

He leaned back against the headboard and sighed. His eyelids felt heavy and he couldn't fight the sleep what was trying to overcome him...

"That's right, Camino. You are the one called Dark. You and I are two halves of a whole."

Camino looked up. "Dark? Is that you?"

Dark stepped out of the shadows. "Yes, it is. I'm glad you've finally figured this out." He chuckled. "It sure took you long enough."

Camino frowned. "I want you out of my body! How were you created in the first place?"

There silence for a moment and then they both said, in unison, "The potion."

"Correct," Dark said. "When the fortuneteller gave the potion to you, she said that it would help you decide to either keep pursuing Pan or move on. That's where I come in. It's you who are responsible for me. I was created because the part of you that wants Pan overpowers the part of you that wants to move on. Not only that but you're Shadow Replication technique also has a hand in this."

"So you change my appearance, go out stealing jewelry and beating up people. Then you retreat back into my normal form and leave my body ravaged. Then when I'm better you go out and do it all over again?" Camino shook his head. "I won't allow this anymore." He prepared himself to power up, but stopped when he realized Dark was laughing at him.

"This is like a dream or a vision, Camino," Dark said. "And besides, you can't kill me anyway. You wouldn't have to suffer through the pain and all if you would just accept me."

"What?"

"When I'm ready to resurface you all ways fight against me and this is what causes you such fatigue and pain. If you keep this up, you will perish." Dark took a few steps closer to Camino.

"I'll die?"

He nodded. "Just let me come out freely and you can live and be well. In the end, we are both striving for the same thing, right?"

"Pan?"

"Yes, we both long for Pan. If we work together we can live and end up with our beloved Pan. Doesn't that sound appealing?"

Camino sighed. "I suppose so, but I want to know what's going on when you resurface. I don't want to wake up from blackouts not knowing what you did."

"Fine. When you wake up from this dream, I will flood your mind with all the memories of what I did while you lay dormant inside of my body. And when I transform, I'll allow you to be awake and able to communicate with me...and vice versa."

"Deal," Camino said.

Dark reached out for Camino's hand. "You'll join me then?"

"Yes," Camino said, shaking Dark's hand.

"Wonderful. You won't regret this." He released Camino's hand. "I promised Pan I would meet her at the park tonight. So that's where we'll go."

"What time?"

"Nine o'clock."

"I'm not sure if Mom will let me out of the house."

Dark smiled. "Leave that to me..." He began to fade out and Camino took a step forward.

A bright light flashed over the empty space around them and Camino heard his name being called...

He opened his eyes and saw Snow standing over him. He was still at home in his bed with the covers tossed back. "Hi Mom."

She smiled and touched his face. "You look so much better. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine," he said. "Except for one thing..."

She blinked. "What's that?"

"I'm starving," he said, with a grin.

She smiled. "Of course. I'll make you something to eat. You rest." She left the room.

Camino got out of bed and picked up the empty bottle from the potion that was still on his desktop.

"Tonight at nine," Dark said. "Don't forget or I'll have to force my way out."

Camino jumped as the voice echoed through his head. "All right, Dark, I won't."