"This has happened twice, hasn't it?"

The voice snapped me awake. I looked up into amber eyes and scowled, realizing the position we were in.

"Oh, shut up. I was cold," I defended.

"Excuses, excuses…" Ian taunted.

I winced as I sat up. I was sore all over, but a certain area stood out. My arm stung badly. I looked at it and my eyes widened. A gross-looking scratch ran down my forearm. What had happened? I ignored it, stood up, and looked around. A shiver ran through my body.

"You might want this," a new voice said.

I turned around to see Sinead standing there in a red jacket and sweatpants. Where did she get a change of clothes?

"You're okay!" I noticed suddenly.

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Here," she said and handed me a bag of clothes. 'Dang, Starling's got some sass,' as Jonah says.

"Where did you get these?" I asked, taking a peek in the bag.

"I thought something like this would happen, so I packed some spare clothes just in case," Sinead told me.

"How long were you up this morning?" I asked.

"Long enough," she grumbled. "At least two of us were comfortable." I blushed and ignored her.

Just then, I heard an earsplitting scream. "What are these?"

Natalie Kabra came stomping out from behind a tree, holding a bag of clothes similar to the bag in my hand. "What are these?" she repeated, holding a blue sweatshirt and grey sweatpants.

"Fresh clothes, you're welcome," Sinead dismissed. "Here, Ian."

Ian took a quick glance in his bag and his eyes widened. He kept calm though.

"Thank you, Sinead," he ground out, teeth clenched.

Sinead nodded. Ian brushed off his ripped suit and went behind a tree to change. I could tell he was trying his best to not complain. It would be better if one less person whined about the situation we were in. I went behind a pretty solid-looking tree. As I undressed, the cold wind seemed to pick up. I hurried and slipped the green sweatshirt over my head and pulled on the black sweatpants.

I walked back out into the clearing, holding my torn dress. I dumped it into the bag with the rest of our dirty clothes from the Vesper ball.

I sat down on the ground that was covered in pine needles, now more comfortable with the clothes I had on now. Sinead sat next to me and we were soon joined by Ian and Natalie. They weren't so happy about it, though.

"We need to figure out where we are," Sinead said, breaking the silence.

"Well, duh!" Natalie said.

I leaned back, putting my hands behind me to support my weight, but one hand slipped and I tumbled backwards.

Ian snickered. "Nice," he said.

I ignored him and looked behind me to see what had caused me to be imbalanced. The crater Sinead had made was imprinted in the ground beside me. Something rang a small bell in the back of my head. I heard the others conversing about our dilemma.

But this crater…

I was starting to get frustrated. Maybe I should just ignore it. I tore my thoughts away from the bell in the back of my mind and thought about last night. I'm surprised Sinead didn't get hurt by the impact. She slid about ten yards on the ground.

Wait…

I took one glance at the crater and the sun. "East!" I cried, suddenly putting the pieces together.

"What?" Natalie asked, looking up from her nails.

"We came from the east!" I said. "Look, Sinead hit the ground-Sinead winced-coming from this direction! Which is east because that is where the sun is rising from."

"Yes, that seems right," Ian had a hand on his chin.

"I knew that. I just didn't want to share," Natalie snipped. We all rolled our eyes.

"So, if this way is east," Sinead pointed to the direction we came from. "We should be heading southwest. How long did the ride take?" She asked.

"About an hour and a half," Ian answered.

"Alright so that should take us…" Her eyes moved around. She does that when she's thinking. "An hour and forty-six minutes," Sinead calculated. I didn't bother to question her. She wasn't an Ekat for nothing.

"That's fantastic, but when can we leave?" Natalie asked.

"As soon as you'd like," Sinead said.

~I would lie and say that you're not on my mind ~

Once again, I found myself riding on the back of Sinead. Her large wings were pumping up and down and I had to hold on to her neck for dear life.

"This is ruining my hair!" I heard Natalie screech over the howling wind.

Nobody bothered to respond. Ian was desperately trying not to slide off her back. There had been some close calls, but he had managed to hold on. Natalie was clinging to Ian and he winced as her nails dug into his sides. My sweatpants were not the best pants to wear at the moment. They had made me slip a couple of times.

"Natalie! Get your bloody nails out of my skin!" I heard Ian yell.

"What?" Natalie asked.

"Oh, never mind!"

All of a sudden, we had started to descend. Sinead landed still in morph and we all fell off her back and onto the ground. Sinead unmorphed and grinned at us.

"What was that for?" Natalie asked, scowling and brushing off her clothes.

"I felt like it," Sinead said with a shrug. She looked around us. "I'm guessing we are about halfway."

"Brilliant," Ian grumbled. "Another long, bumpy ride."

"Would you rather walk?" I asked, turning on him.

"Not at all, Madame Cahill," Ian said, with a bow and a slight smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Where are we now?" I asked Sinead.

"Somewhere in Connecticut, I would guess," she answered.

"Well, let's just get this over with," Natalie said.

Sinead nodded and began to morph. I looked away, trying to stay calm. I didn't like it when people morphed. I don't know. It's just weird…

A large roar broke me out of my thoughts. Ian and Natalie were sitting on top of a morphed Sinead, giving me an expecting look. I climbed on top of Sinead and got myself situated. I saw Natalie wrap her arms around Ian and he pried them right off.

"No," Ian said. "I don't want holes in my skin."

"But I fall off!" Natalie complained.

"And I'll be internally bleeding," Ian retorted. "Now, you can take Amy's spot."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I never agreed to that!" I protested.

"I'll give you a couple hundred of your American dollars," Ian said.

"Bribing doesn't work on me," I told him, crossing my arms.

"I'll buy you any collection of books that you want."

"Done."

~We can run, run, run away~

Finally, I saw the approaching form of our house. I breathed a sigh of relief and let my grip on Sinead's back loosen. I had gripped her so tightly, that my knuckles were rapidly paling and I had to flex my fingers every now and then.

"Finally!" I heard Natalie call.

I silently agreed as we started to decline. To my left, I saw Ian crack a smile for the first time in forty-five minutes. Apparently neither of the Kabras enjoyed flying. We were ten feet from the ground when Sinead started to demorph. We had perfected this landing by now. I waited until the last second, tucked my legs, and rolled off. I did a somersault on the ground and dusted myself off once I had stood up.

"Well, that was great," Natalie muttered, desperately trying to fix her wind-blown hair.

Thankfully, I had mine in a ponytail, so I didn't look like and over-sized troll.

"Let's go surprise some people," Sinead said, brushing herself off.

Just then, my little brother burst out of the house. At first, I thought he was excited to see me, but then I realized that his face was panicked.

"Amy! Watch out!"

A/N: I apologize for the super long update…again. :) Thanks to the Girl of the Moon for digging, and making me update. :D I don't have much to say for once.

Hm…

It's been a weird day.

~Nataliya

P.S. Don't forget to guess the songs! :D