Hello, again. Are you surprised to hear from me again? Haven't I faded into nonexistence? Well, yes and no. As I said before existence depends on remembrance and… well… he's been remembered. Let me show you.

Preston's eyes snapped open. The last thing he remembered was feeling like he was dying. In a way he had been. Even Madison had forgotten him, so he faded into nothingness. So why was he here? Back in the Morpheus cabin?

He rubbed his eyes and walked outside. Would anyone remember him?

Apparently not, a younger boy ran straight through him.

He walked to the Mess Hall. Someone had to have remembered him or else he would still be faded.

While Preston was faded he figured some things out. He realized that children of Morpheus exist only as dreams. They start to fade away. Children believe in dreams though, so only children can keep you from fading completely. Madison, however, had turned ten and grown up.

"Happy sixth birthday, Angela," Someone at the Athena table said.

Chiron smiled at the little girl. "Oh, I remember when your mother was just as young as you. Madison was such a dreamer, but is a true Daughter of Athena. Just like you're a true legacy."

Madison. Preston felt like if he existed, his heart would've stopped.

Angela nodded, "My mommy said that when she was my age, she had an imaginary friend."

Preston fell onto his knees.

Angela glanced at him strangely then turned back to Chiron.

Wait. She glanced at him. She saw him.

She remembered him even though they had never met.

"Angela?" Preston asked.

The little girl looked at him and tilted her head. "Who are you?"

"Angela," One of the Athena boy's said, "who are you talking to?"

"The boy," She pointed at Preston.

"There's no one there," The boy said.

"They can't see me," Preston said. "You can and your mom used to be able to."

"I'm done eating," Angela said and ran off.

Preston followed her.

"They really can't see you?" The little girl asked.

He shook his head. "I used to be a normal boy, but then I faded and no one except Madison could see me or remember me. Then she forgot me and I faded completely out of existence."

"Mommy's imaginary friend?" Angela asked.

Preston nodded. "I'm not imaginary. I'm almost a dream. That's all a Son of Morpheus can ever be."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Preston."

"What happened to make mommy forget you?"

"She grew up," Preston said. "Only children believe in dreams."

"C'mon, Preston," She said. "Let's go play."

Preston was happy that day. Not everyone could see him, in fact it was just that one little girl, but that one little girl lit up his life. So, for a while the two remained friends.

Preston and Angela would play or fight together every day. Preston was still thirteen, the same age as when he had faded. In his dreamlike state, he seemed not to age.

This proved itself three years later when Angela was nine. Preston was still a thirteen year old and now only four years older than her.

That morning, when Angela found him in the Morpheus cabin, he stayed quiet.

"So, we're gonna sword fight and then we're gonna…"

"Angela." Preston said.

"…canoe and then we're gonna…"

"Angela!"

"What?"

"You're almost ten and I think it's time for me to get ready to go."

"What do you mean, Preston?" She asked.

"You're almost ten. You're going to forget me soon. I should just go away. It will make it easier for me."

"Preston," The young girl pleaded. "Don't go. You're my best friend."

"I was your mother's best friend, too." Preston said.

"I won't forget you, Preston," Angela said. "I'm good at remembering dreams. Children aren't the only ones to remember dreams."

"I will not give myself false hope, Angela," He said. "As much as I hope you are correct."

That night, Preston lay in the Morpheus cabin watching the clock.

11:50 it read.

Angela would forget him. He would fade again.

11:53

He was going to miss camp. Or maybe he wouldn't. He would forget.

11:56

He wished with all his heart to not leave.

11:59

Goodbye world.

"Goodbye Angela."

12:00

Wait, what? That shouldn't be possible.

She remembered him.

So, a nonexistent boy was remembered, if only by one little girl. Preston was never more than a dream, but not everyone forgets dreams. I was remembered. If you haven't guessed already, I used to be Preston. I used to exist. You see, real nonexistence is when you are forgotten. And I was not forgotten for many years, which in my case amounts to a happily ever after.

(A/N If you think about it, people that have been forgotten, don't exist. People exist, whether in physical or mental forms and when they are gone and forgotten, do not exist. I don't think that makes any sense, but thanks for reading and please review.)