"Mom?...Mooom? MOM, MOM, MOM!" Paris yelled. Suddenly his bedroom filled with light and he winced from the sudden brightness, before he knew it, Leslie was holding him tight and rocking him gently,

"Paris, it's all right honey, it was just a bad dream." She stroked his hair "everyone gets them, you know that."

"It was…it was just so real…"

"They usually are sweetie." She hugged him tight "do you want to tell me about it?" Paris shook his head "do you want a glass of milk?" he nodded "strawberry, chocolate, plain, or gravy?"

Paris grinned and laughed,

"Gravy?" he said "that's gross mom,"

"Hey, just because you want to boring and drink the normal flavors, doesn't mean I cant enjoy a gravy flavored glass of milk."

"Be serious,"

"I'm being very serious; ask your uncle Eric sometime, it was one of our favorite things to do when we were your age, food experiments."

Paris looked at his mom carefully, trying to see a hint of humor on her face, but he was unable to find any, and knowing his uncle like he did, he wouldn't be surprised at his mom and uncle coming up with food concoctions…since his mom loved to cook and used Paris as her guinea pig.

"I'm going to ask Uncle Eric." Paris promised

"Ask away, if he denies it I'm sure Auntie Lori will back me up." Leslie stood up and held out her hand "come on sweetie, whatever flavor you want you get."

Paris reached out and took his mother's outstretched hand. He followed her out of his room and down the hall towards the kitchen.

Oddly however, Paris felt like he was moving half the speed of his mom, she was getting further and further down the hall…which also seemed like it was getting longer and longer.

"Mom…" Paris called "mom, wait for me…mom?" suddenly the hall began to get darker, the light from the kitchen went out, plunging the hall into total darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Paris could just make out the outline of his mom, before…like the light, her silhouette vanished and Paris was alone… "Mom! Mom, come back! MOOOOOM!"

Paris opened his eyes slowly and looked around. He wasn't in his house…he wasn't even in Eric and Lori's house…he had never seen this room before. It was small, yet warm…a small portal window like from a ship allowed some light into the room.

He tried to raise his head, but suddenly he felt like his head was made of lead…he couldn't lift it off the pillow, not just his head…his whole body felt stiff, it took a lot of effort to lift his arms as he tried to lift his body up, but all the strength was gone from his arms.

The sound of shuffling feet made Paris stop trying to sit up as he listened carefully to the movement, he saw a figure lean over him and through his blurry peripheral vision he could see that it was Mr. Cramer.

"Mr. Cra…Cramer?" his voice was hoarse and he wasn't sure why. Mr. Cramer didn't answer him, instead he patted Paris's head gently "where am I?"

"Shh, it will be over soon Paris." Cramer said, finally answering Paris's question

"What will be over soon?" Paris asked, but he never got his answer, he felt a pinch on his arm

"Just relax X…it will be all right."