"The North Pole…" I said. "This is amazing."

I've never seen anything so magic before.

"Wait till you see the inside." He said, with a smirk.

All I could keep saying was wow. My mind was blown.

Jack flew through the air, carrying me into the workshop. He set me down next to a massive fire place, and looked around.

"I have to go talk to North." I'll be back.

I sighed and flopped back, lying down in front of the fire. "North Never heard anybody call Santa that before." I chuckled to myself. I looked up at the celling, thinking to myself.

This all has happened so fast. I met Jack Frost, I got attacked by rabid horses, I met Jack Frost again, and now I'm in Santa's workshop. I let out a sigh and roll over onto my side, the one that's not injured. In the center of the room, there was a giant globe that spun around on its axis. On the globe were little yellow lights that flickered about.

"Wow." I whispered. Getting up, I walked over to the globe, with a limp in my step.

Giant furry creatures worked hastily on their projects and scurried around the room. Then in small little groups of elves that walked around aimlessly with no destination. I even saw one run into a wall.

I walk over to one of the yetis and tap it on the shoulder. He spins around and grumbles something at me.

"What is with the giant globe?" I point back behind me with my thumb.

He spoke only grumbles and grunts.

"Sorry, I don't speak yeti." He shrugs and walks off.

"Thanks?" I slowly walk away "well that help." I commented in my usual sarcastic tone.

"Wow, this thing is huge." I gawk at the globe. Does it always glow like this? I turn around and walk back to the fire place. My bag is sitting next to the fire place. I pick it up and open it, looking inside to see if anything is missing.

"Crap!" I look dig throw my bag, hoping that I might find it.

My journal…

Yesterday I wasn't so worried about it; mainly because I was focused on trying to stop bleeding. I need to get that journal back. I know that I said I didn't care earlier but what if somebody ACTUALLY reads it?

On the other hand, there is a rare chance that anybody will find it.

I sigh and move my bag back to where it was lying before. Deciding not to tell jack about the journal, I sit back down. I don't think I should tell him anything.

Watching the flames begins to calm me down. I feel something land on my shoulder and I look up. Jack looks down at me.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he said

I shake my head. While Scooting over I pat the ground next to me. He sits down and lays his staff across his lap.

"So, why did you have to come here?" I ask while keeping my focus on the burning flames.

"The man in the moon told us too." He turns look at me "We don't know where sandy is though."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'us'?" I say with curiosity in my voice.

"The guardians" he says

"Who?" I lift an eyebrow and glare at him.

"You're in for a big surprise."

I begin to cough, which then turns into more of a wheezing sound. "Ow." I groan. I look at jack and the concern that started to grow in his eyes worried me.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, I won't die on you." I chuckle.

"What happened to you anyways?" he asks

I don't think I should tell him. But, it might be something that he needs to know.

"I was attacked by black sand." I mumbled, hoping that he wouldn't hear me.

"Did you just say black sand?" his grip around his staff begins to tighten.

I nervously smile at him. "It depends. If you know what I'm talking about, then yes. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then no?" I shrug and hope that he forgets everything that I just said.

"You said black sand." He gets up and the grip on his staff tightens even more.

"What's so important about black sand?" I stare at him for what feels like hours.

"Don't worry about it. Stay here." He walks away and into the next room.

"Like I have anywhere to go." I muttered.

I kept my glaze on the fire, watching it move around. In a way, it sorta looks like a movie projector. The way it moves and flickers is so rough and shaggy. I lean in closer and look with amazement. I could see the girl. The girl's face appeared in the fire, and quickly faded away.

I jump back and rub my eyes. Did I just see what I think I did?

It's probably because I've been looking at the fire to long…right?

Why am I so stressed?

I get up a slowly walk towards the room that jack went into. I lean my ear against the door and try and listen to the conversation.

"Could pitch really be back?" Jack exclaimed

"Well, if he is, then we can take him on." A thick Australian accent came through the door and groan

I can barely understand what their saying in the first place, now one of them has an Australian accent!

I sigh and continue to listen.

"What if pitch is stronger this time?" somebody says. Their voice sounded so innocent and sweet.

I wish I could see in there…

"Well, what do you think sandy?" a Russian accent vibrated through the door.

Then everything fell silence.

"Huh?" I pressed my ear harder up against the door.

It was still quiet in the room.

The door opens and I stand still. I can't think of what to do next.

"Who's pitch?" The words fell out of my mouth with no effort at all.

"Who is she?" The Australian voice came from the giant bunny standing next to a desk in the center of a room. I'm guessing he's the Easter bunny. He seems pretty annoyed.

"She's Talia…" Jack says, but I cut him off

"You can call me cupid though." I said to the rabbit as I slowly step closer. I huff and cross my arms at him. I don't appreciate his rude attitude.

"Where's your diaper?" He chuckles at me and smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him in anger. I've always hated the fact that everybody think that I wear a diaper and that I'm a baby.

I don't have a comeback though. I'm ready to get out of here. My eyes soft at him and I turn around on the heel on my shoes. As I pace back to the fire place, I can hear jack jog up behind me.

I swing my bag over my back and turn to face him. Jack was about to say something but I cut him off, once again.

"Who's pitch?" I look him sternly in the eyes. I'm trying to make a point that I am not in a good mood.

It's silent for couple of seconds before he answers.

"He's… he's the boogie man."

My eyes widen and a smile spreads across my face.

"What's so bad about the boogie man?!" I managed to say before I burst into laughter.

It's ridiculous… all of this is ridiculous. Jack Frost brought me to Santa's work shop; I meet the Easter bunny and get to see the tooth fairy. Now he's telling me that they were once at war with the boogie man.

"It's not funny." Jack retorts at me, but his tough demeanor makes me laugh even more.

"You guys had to fight off the boogie man!? What did he do? Did you find him under your bed?" I keep laughing and tears spill from my eyes. My side hurts like crazy, but I don't care. I've never laughed this hard before.

I look at jack and take in a deep breath. "Ok, I'm done laughing." I sigh and wipe the tears that covered my cheeks.

He stands there looking at me for what feels like forever. Then he smiles as he wipes away a tear from my cheek. I look into his eyes and I remember that night. It felt exactly like this, and his eyes looked exactly like they did now.

His cold hand against my face feels right. This moment feels right. Everything about him is perfect. I place my hand over his and hold it to my face. He then wraps his arms around me, embarrassing me in a hugs. I slowly wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my head deeper into his chest.

He lays his chin on top of my head.

I begin to cry in his arms. "Thank you." I whimper.

"For what?" he says, confused

I tighten my grip around him, hugging him tighter. "Everything."