Band camp really got in the way of my writing time. Luckily tomorrow is my last day!

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Stan's POV

Mother was carrying me by the scruff of my neck as thunder rumbled in the distance and rain poured all around us. My mother has tucked me under her head to save me from the rain, but a raindrop still got on my nose and I wiggled my nose trying to get the drop off.

I was old enough that my eyes and ears were open, maybe a month or so. The sounds of dogs barking appeared as Mother approached the door of the shelter. Part of the roof covered the little porch she stood on protecting us from the rain. She put me down and began to shake water off of her. I wagged my tiny tail and ran around the porch in random directions. She watched me with a hint of sadness in her eyes as I was having the time of my life. I tripped over my own feet and then sneezed before I got back up.

Mother nudged me toward the door and then showered me with licks. I began to giggle and then snuggled up to her leg. Puppy me was very happy but obviously didn't notice this sadness in her eyes. As I continued to snuggle she seemed to suddenly get stiff, but she managed to finally turn around. I tried to follow her only to be nudged again toward the door.

That's when I realized what she was doing, "No!" I said in my baby voice, "I stay with Mama!" I ran to her and snuggled her leg again. I looked up as she looked down at me. Along with much of the sadness stillin her eyes was love and an expression that seemed to say, 'You must listen to me.'

She walked out into the rain but for some reason I didn't follow her. As she walked her head was hung and her tail between her legs, and I could hear her whimper too.

"Mama!" I called. She looked back and you could just tell how she was feeling. Mother didn't want to leave me, and her heart was breaking.

"Puppy me started to get tears in his eyes, "Mama come back! Please come back!" Footsteps could be heard inside. They must have heard me and were coming to the door.

"Mama don't leave!" Her figure only kept getting smaller and smaller.

"Mama!" I yelled as I woke up. Avery sat up in her bed and I heard footsteps running in the hallway. Oops.

Ellen was the first to run in "Mommy's here!"

Bennett rushed in, "We heard a voice come from here... it didn't sound much like yours though."

Avery looked anxious, "Um... I had a nightmare where my voice changed." She put her hands on the sides of her face, "It's coming true!" The parents immediately went to comfort her and my secret was safe.

Tyler's POV

"So Stan likes girls who are smart and sophisticated," I thought aloud. Chloe sat next to me on the couch.

"I don't know what sophisticated means, but the smart part sounds like Avery."

"You think Stan likes Avery? As in like like?"

"Well it's not me."

"What's not you?" We turned our heads and saw Avery coming down the stairs.

"Nothing," I said, "Where's Stan?"

"He's taking a nap. He slept terribly last night." She sat in the chair, "He wants me to fill you in on what's been happening." We then heard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen.

"Lets talk somewhere more private," I offered.

The three of us sat on the park bench eating ice cream cones.

"This isn't private. There are like 40 people here!" said Avery.

"Yeah, but unlike at home nobody cares what we're talking about," I explained. We saw a woman walking toward us, "Watch."

As she walked past us I said, "We have to dump the body where the cops can't find it." She just kept walking. Avery sighed before telling us the dreams Stan had. She just finished talking about the dream he had last night when Dustin stopped his bike right next to us.

"Hey Tyler. Hey Avery, I called you almost a week ago, but you never called back."

"Uh... that's odd. My phone didn't say I had missed calls," she answered.

"It doesn't matter. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to eat with me."

She smiled, "You mean on a date?" He nodded, "I'd like that."

"I can't do anything today. I have something very important I need to get to. Pick you up at six tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you then." He rode off.

Chloe explained, "He didn't say hi to me! How could he ignore this cute face!?"

Avery's POV

After we finished our ice cream we went home and up to my room to find Stan awake. Everyone decided it was time to talk about Stan's dreams.

"These aren't just dreams. Now I can remember some images from that night," stated Stan.

"Why would your mommy leave you?" asked Chloe.

"I don't know. She obviously didn't want to."

"Where were your siblings?" I asked.

"Again, I don't know. I also don't know what to do now." I may not to be able to smell sadness like Stan, but I could still tell he was really upset.

"Perhaps we can find plausible answers to find out why your mother gave you to the shelter," I started, "We know your mother didn't want to give you to the shelter and for some reason your siblings weren't there. Also, I wouldn't be surprised if her decision had something to do with your ability to talk."

Chloe raised her hand, "Oh, oh! Maybe she dropped him off at the shelter and forgot to pick him up. Like how Mommy and Daddy forget me sometimes at school... and at stores... and at home... and at restraunts... and the park..."

"But why weren't his brothers and sisters with him?" I asked.

"Oh. She... dropped them off at a different shelter?"

Stan became very determined, "I want to get to sleep early tonight. I need answers and I need another dream! I just hope it isn't like that dream I had where cats and squirrels teamed up and took over Pasadena." He shivered at the memory of the dream.

Please review! I especially want to know what everyone thought of Stan's dream.