The next morning, Bogg awoke and smiled to himself as he looked down and saw Jeffrey with his head on his chest.

He looked out the window and noticed it was now morning and the sun was as bright as could be. Bogg nudged his partner gently.

"Hey, Jeff. C'mon, buddy, time to wake up."

"Hmmmm??" came the moan. The boy's brown eyes flittered opened and he rubbed the sleepie's out.

"Where are we?" Jeff asked as he slowly got off Bogg's lap.

Bogg stood up and stretched his tired legs. He took a look at Jeff. "I didn't want to tell you last night during the storm and all..."

"Uh, oh. I don't like it when you talk like that,"

Bogg put a reassuring hand on the lad's shoulder. "Nothing to worry about, but we landed in Transilvania, October 31st, 1884."

Jeff's eyes widdened. "Transilvania? Are you serious?"

Bogg sighed and nodded. "I know it's not a good way to start the day, huh?"

Jeff shrugged. "Well, it's okay. Thanks for not telling me last night! I would have had the creeps!"

"Yeah, I know. That's why I didn't tell ya,"

As the two travelers gathered themselves together, they looked around the old house.

"Kinda looks like a mansion," Jeff said as they climbed down the stairs.

Bogg could only nod. Something about this house reminded him of his childhood. He couldn't place it, but he was certain he had seen this house before.

"This place needs some air, don't ya think, kid?" the priate walked to the entrance door and opened it. A cool breeze came in the house and it made the boys shiver. Jeff looked outside and saw the snow drifts. As the cold wind blew the snow, he was glad to be inside.

He noticed Bogg had walked towards another room and decided to follow the priate since he wasn't quite ready to be alone.

"Looks like another entertainment area," Bogg informed him.

The room was decorated Victorian style. Bogg deduced that a woman must have decorated it for the colors were matched nicely. Though the colors were mostly red and yellow, the room seemed inviting enough.

"Bogg, do you smell something?" Jeff's voice came.

The aroma of food came to his nostrials and they followed the smell to the kitchen. But, to their surprise, there was noone in there!

Bogg heard a male's voice calling him. "Kid, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Someone just called me,"

Jeff shook his head. "Nope, I didn't hear anything."

"Well, I did. You stay put while I go check it out,"

"Bogg.."

"Stay put," Bogg said firmly and left the kitchen.

Sighing, Jeff looked in the outdated refrigerator and found some----soda?? In 1884?? That was weird.

Nonetheless, he grabbed the can and popped it open. The icey cold drink seemed to have bit back at him as the liquid ran down his throat.He looked around once again and wished Bogg would hurry back. He hated being left alone in a strange place.

Finally, Bogg reentered the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face.

"I could've sworn I heard someone call me. But, there's absolutely noone here."

"Maybe just your imagination, Bogg. Remember, it's been a long couple of days and we've just woken up."

"True. I see you've found something to drink," Bogg smiled.

"Yep. There's even something in there for you, I think."

"Really?"

Bogg looked in the fridge and found a glass of papaya juice. He took the glass and drank it gladly.

"Ahhhh, now THAT'S a drink!" Bogg said with a smile.

"Wonder how our drinks got in there?"Jeff wondered outloud.

"Beats me, kid. Have you seen anyone in here?"

Jeff shook his head.

"No. You?"

"Nope. Let's just stay close together. This place is getting way too creepy," Bogg used Jeffrey's favorite word to describe scary places.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there!"

Finding the food, the boy's ate until they were full.

"Bogg, have you checked the omni?"

"Not this morning. Last night it was red for some reason,"

"Hmmm, wonder what could be wrong?"

Bogg looked around as if someone was calling his name. "Darn it! There it goes agian!"

"What is?"

"A voice calling my name,"

Bogg sighed. He hated leaving the boy alone. "I'm gonna check it out..."

"I know, I know. Stay put,"

"You got it. I'll be right back,"

Sighing, Jeff finnished his coke and threw the can away as Bogg left the kitchen. Two hours later, Bogg still hadn't returned.

"C'mon, Bogg. This isn't funny!" Jeff said aloud.

"Jeff, help me." he heard Bogg's voice. It sounded like the older voyager was in pain.

"Bogg?"

"Jeff, help me. Please,"

Jeff got up and started walking towards the voice.

"Bogg, where are you?"

"Down in the cellar. Hurry," came the answer.

Jeff found the cellar and opened the door, which of course squeeked. The cellar was dark, but he found a string that turned on a light. This place was getting weirder and weirder!

"Bogg?"

"Down here," came the painful answer.

Jeff climbed down the ricketedy stairs. The cellar was cold and damp. And what he saw made him stand as if he had been frozen like a popcycle!

Before him his beloved pirate was strapped to a table, his arms spread out and his ankles also tied to leather wraps!

"Bogg!" Jeff cried out. He tried to run to his friend and father, but a tall stranger blocked his way.

Twelve year old Jeffrey Jones looked up and was shocked to see the one person he thought he'd never see again:

DRAKE!!!!!