Horray for the weekend! So, this is basicly a dream chapter, told from two seperate dreams from Carrie and Leo's perspective. The events in these dreams are important though.

I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way.

Chapter 15: Sablier, 1711 (Leo & Carrie)

"Aaron!"

I found myself standing in a courtyard as a girl in a dress rushed past me amid the falling snow. My eyes had faintly caught her face as she did. Light colored hair, blue eyes, and slender features. It seemed like more than a single moment, but she was past me before I even had time to think.

I turned to see her rush off towards a mansion behind me, going up the steps in a hurry. There was something about this girl stirred curiosity within me, and so, I decided to follow her.

When I got to the top of the stairs, she had already gone inside, so I opened the door only to find her looking around a parlor.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "Aaron!"

There was another set of stairs that led up to the upper floor, and up there appeared a maid, looking down at the girl.

"Oh, Anastasia-sama." She said.

'A-Anastasia?' That was the same name from the journal I found the day me and Leo delivered a book to the place where the records are storied in Reveil.

"Do you know where Aaron is?" She asked the maid franticly.

"Um, he's in his room right now, but I don't think-"

"Okay, thanks!" She replied, hurrying up the stairs and past the maid.

'I need to find out what she's up to.' I went up the stairs and chased after the girl as she ran down the hall. Finally, she stopped at a door and pushed it open.

"Aaron!" She exclaimed again. I looked inside the room to see her standing beside a bed. Laying there, tucked under the covers, was a dark haired boy. He appeared to be sleeping, and as I got closer, I could see that this boy's face was extremely pale. There were also other people in the room, looking surprised and annoyed to see her here. She looked back at them, knowing their eyes were staring at her, but she didn't care, instead turning back to the boy. She got on the bed a placed a hand on his face, making him groan as he stirred under the covers.

"Anastasia, why are you here?" Someone asked her.

She turned to them, her blue eyes glaring into them. "Because I can. Aaron is my friend, and I don't appreciate when I find out that he's sick and you people try to keep me away."

"You're too over dramatic." Another said. "It's just pneumonia."

She blinked, but then her eyes narrowed. "Are you stupid? It's like you don't even care!"

"Why don't you just scamper back over to the Vessalius house?"

"I don't think so. I just wanted to see him, there's no harm in that."

"Uh...A-Anna..." A voice muttered. Anastasia turned her head back around to the boy, caressing her hand over his cheek, then looking back to the people she was arguing with only a moment before.

"Just give us a few minutes alone, okay?"

One of them sighed but then they all left, each passing me by and leaving me looking onward at the two left in the room. She watched the last of them leave before turning back to Aaron.

"Aaron? Can you hear me?" She asked anxiously.

He groaned and his eyes fluttered open, but only halfway. "Anna."

'His voice sounds so scratchy.' I said to myself. I walked around to the other side of the bed, oblivious to the two others. It was practically like they didn't even know I was there, not that I was expecting them to, but that was the strange part, and that concerned me.

If this was a dream, than the odds would be split evenly. However, I was starting to believe that this wasn't a dream.

"Hey." She softly said to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Not very good." He answered.

"I suppose that's true. You look awful."

He closed his eyes and coughed before answering. "I know that."

She looked out the a window, then back to him. "It's the middle of winter. You probably have pneumonia because you stayed outside for too long."

"I can go outside if I want." He argued.

"Well, not right now you can't." She retorted. "You're so stubborn sometimes."

I admired how much she cared for him, but that wasn't what I was thinking of. When she had looked out the window, the window was behind me. That meant she had looked right at me; through me. Her eyes didn't show surprise when they landed on me, because she didn't know I was here.

'I'm not really here.' I concluded. 'I can only watch from afar.'

"Anna." He said quietly. "I'm so glad you came."

She looked down at him, then smiling. "I would have anyway. Honestly, I don't think those people care much about you and I couldn't just leave you to suffer alone."

He chuckled as she leaned in closer to him, her forehead touching his. "That figures, only because you are you."

"Then I'll come by every day until you are well again, even if you don't want me here."

"That sounds great." His voice strained on the last word.

"You should probably get some rest. I mean, you can barely keep your eyes open." She suggested pulling away from him.

"Only if you come tomorrow."

"Of course I will." She smirked.

"I still wish I could go outside right now." He regretfully sighed.

"Not until you feel better, but I know how you feel." She answered, twirling around once. "Winters in Sablier sure are wonderful!'

I couldn't move from the moment she had said that name. Sablier; the former capital that had been sent into the Abyss 300 years ago, and right now, I was...here?

'Sablier? But how could I possibly be here?'

I turned my eyes back to Anastasia, who was now at the door. "Until tomorrow, Aaron."

"Same here, Anna."

There was something about that boy's silver eyes that seemed so familiar.

A blast of cold air chilled me to my core, making me shiver. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in a snow covered garden, snow falling down as well. Well, not so much of a garden because all the plants had died out for the season, but I recognized the familiar things that belong to a garden; bushes, small trees, a gazebo, and fences.

'Huh? Where is this?' I wondered. 'I could of sworn I was in my room a second ago.'

"This way Aaron!" I heard a voice exclaim. I turned to see a girl, probably 14 years old, walking through the garden, her hand attached to a boy about the same age who looked reluctant to be here.

The girl had long hair, like Carrie's, wore a dress, a coat on top of it, and had a scarf loosely around her neck. The boy she was dragging along had short black hair, and seemed to wear heavier clothing; a long overcoat, a scarf and a winter hat.

"Anna, are you sure this is a good idea?" The boy asked as they walked along.

"Of course it is, Aaron. No need to worry!"

At that moment, he sneezed, making the girl he called Anna stop. "I can't stay out long in this weather, you know that."

"Oh, so now you complain, and you keep saying you can go outside if you want to."

"I know what I said." He growled.

"Aw, forget it. Come on, we won't be long, and I'll get you right back home."

He sighed and they continued. Their conversation had somehow peeked my interest, now wanting to know where they were going. Also, the way these two talked, how they interacted, it seemed nostalgic somehow. And so, I followed, completely unnoticed by them.

Finally, they came to a door, the girl stopping and knocking on the door. Moment's later, after the boy promptly sneezed again, the door opened to reveal a blond haired man dressed in green.

Wait.

'Blond hair? Green eyes? He looks so much like...' The name of the person I was comparing this man to suddenly clicked in my mind. 'Oz-kun.'

"Hello, Anastasia." The man said. Ah, so her name was Anastasia. The boy must use 'Anna' as a nickname.

"Same to you, Jack-sama."

My eyes widened. 'Jack? As in Jack Vessalius?'

Really, it was the only logical explanation. Oz-kun did have some resemblance to that hero, everyone knew that; I knew that. Jack's spirit was indeed inside Oz-kun. But now, here I was, looking at this man with my own eyes. I must be dreaming, but, I'm getting the feeling that this isn't a dream.

What exactly was going on here?

"What brings you by the Vessalius house today?" He asked her.

"I want to introduce you to my friend. Aaron, this is Jack Vessalius-sama. Jack-sama, this is Aaron Chapman."

'So it is him.' I concluded.

"Ah, from the Chapman house I see."

"It's nice to meet you Ja-" He stopped and sneezed again. "Ugh..."

"Jack-sama, may we come inside? He can't stay out in weather like this for too long."

"Of course." Jack answered, stepping off to the side, but holding the door open for them. "I'll have the maid make us some tea."

As they stepped inside, I saw him turn his head up at me, but, it was as if he didn't see me. I watched as he closed the door, then walking up and opening the door myself. Inside, I saw the three people, and a maid preparing tea.

"Hey, Aaron, your face is red." Anastasia teased.

"Shut up." He grumbled.

"Maybe it's your coat making you overly warm." Jack suggested. "Why don't you take it off."

Aaron nodded and removed the coat, scarf, and hat. After that, he took a seat at a table, tilting his head back. Anastasia sat down beside him, taking off her coat as well and laying it over the top of the chair.

When the tea was ready, Aaron took the cup carefully and gazed into it, as if trying to look at his own reflection.

"Ah, careful. It's hot." Jack warned as he took a sip of tea. He set it down afterwards and smiled at him.

"Thanks, Jack-sama." His voice sounded weaker.

"Are you alright?"

"He's fine." Anastasia answered. "His health is poor, so his parents try to keep him from going outside."

"I see." He then laughed. "You remind me of Alice."

"Who?" Aaron asked in confusion.

"You see, Alice is a friend of Jack-sama, about our age, maybe a year older." She explained. "For some reason, another friend of Jack-sama's, Glen Baskerville-sama, keeps her locked in a tower. Jack-sama visits Alice often, usually causing mischief along the way."

"That's the short version, but, sure."

She looked back over at Aaron, who looked tired. "Actually, you do look a little pale. Maybe you just have a slight cold or something."

"Told you so." He muttered at her.

"Relax." She said, ruffling his hair. A blush spread across his face

"Please, don't d-do that." He said nervously.

"Aw, you must like her." Jack teased. Aaron narrowed his eyes at him, trying to calm down.

"No, it's not like that." He tried to convince them. "It's just that I find when she does that to be very annoying."

"In any case," Jack interrupted. "Stay for a little bit while you finish your tea."

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw that I was no longer in the mansion with those three, but in my room once more. I glanced over at the clock; nearly 2:00 AM. The book that I'd been reading was at my side yet again, meaning I must have fallen asleep while reading, again.

'So it really was a dream.' I thought, breathing out a sigh of relief. Everything really had been a dream, but somehow, it didn't feel so much as a dream, but like something else; a glimpse into the past sort to say.

But, if it was that, why did I see such a thing? If those two had been with Jack Vessalius, then if I really did see into the past, it would have been back close to 1711. That was the confusing part, but there were other confusing questions to this as well.

Those two people, Anastasia and Aaron, reminded me the relationship between me and Carrie. Among other things though, I had been hearing other things that aren't the voices I used to hear. Sometimes, I could hear them from far away, and they seemed to be calling out from inside a memory. What I was starting to wonder, now that I had seen this dream, maybe it wasn't a dream and instead it was a memory.

Still...who are Anastasia and Aaron? How do they know Jack? And...why does that Anastasia girl remind me of Carrie?

Hmm. Maybe he's onto something. You'll have to wait and find out though. Plz reveiw if you'd like. Have a good weekend!