Me: Hi! I've decided to do author's notes at the front of the story this time.

Crim: Does a story even have a front?

Me: -shrugs-

Crim: Okay then… hey wait a minute, what am I doing here?

Me: Because I don't feel like being lonely here.

Crim: … LittleSpark. I don't belong in the Maximum Ride section.

Me: Well, now you do. Deal with it.

Crim: And if I don't want to?

Me: Stuff it. If you must complain, save it 'til the end of the chapter.

Crim: Fine.

Loaded with groceries, Dylan and moi flew back to the house. We went in through the back door, into the kitchen to find- nothing, actually, it was just as we had left it.

I was going to store them when I noticed something. We had a phone, a cabled one, and a tiny red 1 blinked on it. That was odd. It was a zero before we left.

I stared blankly at the machine for a minute before finally realizing that someone had left a message. Oh.

I pressed the button that would play the message. Jeb's voice can on, "Hey, Spark, Dylan, this is Jeb."

"Obviously," muttered Dylan from beside me. I shushed him and listened to the message again.

"Well, Angel says that something came up, and she wants to come and meet us here in Hollywood. We'll pick you up by the-" Jeb's voice paused before resuming with, "H in the Hollywood sign in five days. I hope that's enough time. Well, we'll see you in five days!" The message cut off then.

I glanced at Dylan and saw faint surprise on his face.

"Well, I guess we have no choice then," started Dylan, "We gotta go to Hollywood."

"Fun," I replied sarcastically.

Dylan nodded. Moving into action, he grabbed two backpacks from a nearby hook. "We should pack, then," he told me.

Dipping my head in response, I plucked as much lightweight yet filling food from the grocery bags as I had gotten. This meant peanut butter and stuff of the like.

Dylan handed me one of the two backpacks before starting to place food items inside. I finished packing mine quickly, so I headed to my room to bundle a few last items in my backpack, including a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I threw in a pen and the notebook where I had started writing my legends in there too.

"Spark!" I heard Dylan yell, "Are you ready to go?" We would have to leave as soon as possible because we couldn't fly very far very fast. Both of us have fairly bad stamina.

"Yup," I replied, "Coming now."

I padded down the stairs while pulling off my bandanna, letting my ears pop up. Ah, that felt better. Shaking my head in relief, I also let my tail drape down to its normal position, which was almost touching the ground but curling up slightly at the end.

I found Dylan lolling in a chair, playing with a small metal thing. "What's that?" I asked.

"A GPS. It has Hollywood in it, and where there's a Hollywood, there's a Hollywood sign."

I shrugged at his logic. "True."

Dylan grinned with pleasure before standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulders. "We might as well go then, right?"

I nodded and followed suit. Dylan reached the back door before me and opened it for me, gesturing for me to go first. I smiled and stepped out into the sunlight.

We both took off, our backpacks settling neatly between our wings. We flew in this manner for who knows how long. It was rather soothing, though, the steady rhythm of our wingbeats.

By the time the sun was midway on its journey to the horizon from the top of the sky, Dylan's flaps were becoming clumsier. They weren't as quiet as before. Dylan had quiet, almost soundless wingbeats like a barn owl, which his wings resembled.

As for me, I was gliding on the wind, flapping only occasionally. My wings were like an eagles, so I was better suited for gliding and long flights whereas Dylan would be excellent for sneaking up on opponents in the dead of night.

"Hey, Dylan, wanna touch down? We can walked for a bit," I suggested.

Dylan didn't respond, instead simply angling a wing down so that he was heading towards the ground.

We landed neatly, and folded our wings back before setting off, walking. The sun was actually almost down when Dylan suddenly stopped.

"Dylan?" I asked, confused. Dylan had gotten an odd expression on his face, like he was seeing something that was far away. It was slightly out of focus too.

"Dylan. What is it?" I repeated. He still didn't respond, keeping that expression on his face. I waved my hand in front of his face. I snapped my fingers, and Dylan still didn't listen. I ended up resorting to a time-honored and almost always working trick. I slapped him.

Dylan jumped. I snickered before saying, "Dude, what was up? You just… stopped."

Blinking furiously, Dylan said, "There's a cave up ahead, we can spend the night there." I was trying not to yowl that that wasn't what I'd asked.

"How do you know that?" I asked, but Dylan had kept walking. I sighed in exasperation and dashed after him.

Neither of us said any more on the matter until we saw- a cave. Just like Dylan had told me.

I didn't let Dylan get away this time. I turned and practically tackled him into a tree. Placing a hand on each shoulder firmly, I stared him straight in the eye and asked slowly but deliberately, "How. Do. You. Know. This?"

Dylan winced, and replied with, "Spark, claws." Oh. I sheathed them and he continued, "I dunno, I was thinking, and I suddenly got a mental image of this cave."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And it took you that long to respond?"

"Well, I was surprised," said he defensively.

I removed my hands from his shoulders before saying, "Okay. Prove your ability to me. What's away from this cave?"

Dylan concentrated for a moment, then said, "There's a fallen log covered in mushrooms not far from here."

I dashed out, searching for this log. Sure enough, it was there, covered in white toadstools.

Running back to Dylan, I saw that he had moved to the inside of the cave. "Okay," I admitted, "You have farsight."

"What?!"

"Farsight. You can see things far away. I wonder…" Trailing off, I thought. "Maybe you can see something in the future, too…"

Dylan shrugged and concentrated. I waited a moment until he snapped out of his trance. "I can't see it that much… but something's going to happen, Spark," he looked at me with huge eyes, "Something big, and something bad. I don't know what it is, though," he added as an afterthought.

I looked at the cave ground for a moment, before flopping on it. Curling into a tight ball, I muttered, "Good night. You've got first watch."

Dylan stared at me disbelievingly, unable to process the fact that I could change the subject so rapidly. Well, I can. It's one of my many skills.

Crim: Okay, now I can have my complaint. LittleSpark-

Me: Okay folks! I hope you enjoyed that last chapter!

Crim: You're not letting me get my say?!

Me: Nope.

Crim: But you said at the beginning of the chapter…

Me: Oh well. Deal with it. Life is tough.

Crim: Humph.

Me: Well, I might as well say who Crim is and where he's from. You see, Crim is from a different Fanfic, one I started recently. It's so new he hasn't even appeared in it yet! But he will....

It's called A Difference of Color, and if you're interested, check it out!