Felix's PoV

When I woke the next morning, I felt oddly happy, even though Savannah was missing. Harlow at least was back, and maybe with Horace and Indy's help we could free Savannah. I sat up, yawing, then gasped and leaped farther into the shadows of the under-city road as a semi truck roared by. That seemed to wake everybody up, especially Indy, who jackknifed to her feet and flung out a knife, looking instantly alert.

"Woah! Gosh, Indy, where'd you get that?" I gasped, motioning to the knife in her left hand. Indy shrugged and twirled it in her hands, gracefully and deadly. "I've had it. I keep it's sheath in my boot." By now Chase had stumbled to his feet, looking like he got no sleep at all. "You good in hand-to-hand combat?" He asked, shaking his hair out of his eyes. Indy nodded, her gaze slightly softening when she looked at Chase. Uh oh.

Ash started wandering out of the street. "Ugh, it's so bright outside! Where are we going today? What are we going to do?" She asked, already energetic and happy so early in the morning. I was guessing it was about five thirty am, or so. We all walked out into the sunrise, which was really pretty. Chase unfolded his wings, shaking them out. "We're going to look for Savannah. I don't care what she said, but we're going to find her. She's in trouble, I know it."

"So now she's suddenly in trouble? I thought you said she was going to be okay!" Ash said, looking concerned and a little upset. Chase shook his head. "Ash, hon, I was thinking a lot about what you said last night, that even a hero needs a hero, and you're right." He said. I unfurled my wings too, and that scary, sickening feeling settled in my stomach. "So, where do we start?" I asked quietly. Harlow picked up Andrew, swinging him onto her back. "What about South America?" She asked. "Isn't that where all bad guys take their victims?" She joked, but it had sort of a serious note to it. "I'm hungry!" Andrew announced, as we started walking towards the city. Chase nodded. "We'll stop to eat, then figure out where to go. As for South America, I'm not so sure." He smiled at Harlow.

Our group must have looked really unusual, a bunch of kids and an older man, and in no way did we look related, but we were decently clean and there weren't that many people out this early in the morning. We found this little cafe which Ash proclaimed was "insanely adorable", and within twenty minutes we were out of there and soaring thousands of feet in thin air, still not knowing where we were going. I was flying silently behind Chase and Harlow, trying to overhear what they were saying.

"Chase, I was being serious about South America." Harlow said in a defiantly-serious voice. Chase sighed. "I kind of figured you were. I trust you, Harlow, but going there would be like flying blind into a hurricane: you'd have no idea what to do or where to go." He said. Harlow laughed a little. "Nice analogy. But, I had a dream last night." Her voice dropped lower, and I strained to hear. "I have no idea why I dreamed it and maybe it was just my imagination overworking, but really horrible things were happening."

I saw Chase's hands clench. Part of me wanted to get away and stop listening right now, but the other half was anxious to know what Harlow dreamed. I decided to listen. If this involved Savannah or something, I deserved to know. "What was it about?" Chase muttered, raking his hand through his hair and tugging at it a little. Harlow let out a deep, long breath.

"I saw a room. It was more like a cell, actually. It was made of steel, or metal, or something of the sorts. There was a girl in the room, lying on the floor. In the dream I couldn't recall who it was, but now that I think about it, it was Savannah, I'm , it was her. She had wings, but they were broken and twisted." Her voice was quiet but perfectly steady, just like Harlow herself. Chase pressed a fist to his mouth but didn't speak.

I got this cold, cold feeling that coursed through me, and I felt like throwing up. But I kept listening, I couldn't stop now!

"Her whole body was wrecked. She was bruised, torn up, and..." Her voice dropped just for a moment, "Bleeding." She sighed, but spoke on. "There was blood, and way too much. I remember being in the room, watching, wanting to move closer to help but I couldn't. It was like I was chained or something, but my heart kept breaking and I could almost literally feel her pain. It was creepy, Chase. Very, very terrifying. What was worse, I could hear noises, sort of like echoes. There were screams, yelling, and words spoken in a language I couldn't understand. I'm not sure it was a language at all, actually, because it was so unintelligible. I started to break free, move forward, and I saw her look up at me. It was like the face of an angel, Chase, it was so different from her body. Her face was pure white and perfect, almost..."

Harlow's own face drained of color. "Almost as if she were dead." She murmured.

Harlow's PoV

I could feel my face and hands grow cold as I summoned back my dream, and every one of it's horrifying details. Things I didn't remember in the dream suddenly leaped out at me, and closing my eyes didn't help, at all. Instead I looked over at Chase, who was having an immensely hard time flying right now. I felt bad for loading him down with all this creepy stuff, but keeping it in scared me to much. He also deserved to know. If we had any chance at all of finding Savannah, this might help.

"What does this have to do with South America?" Chase asked, his voice sounding throttled. I blinked a few times, remembering my original point. "There was writing on the walls. Did I forget that? I did..." Again, I squeezed my eyes shut, recalling the symbols I'd seen. "There were numbers and weird letters I've seen before but I don't remember where. I do know that they pointed to South America, somehow, somehow." I whispered. I wondered if this made sense, or if I was going crazy.

"Andrew's red truck book." A soft, frightened voice said behind me. I whirled around at the exact same time as Chase and saw Felix, wide-eyed and just as pale-faced as I probably was. "What?" Chase gasped, "Did you hear the whole thing?" Felix flew a few feet closer to me and nodded, staring at his hands. "I'm sorry guys, but I couldn't help it. Harlow, we saw weird numbers and things in the book Andrew found at the library, the one about the red truck."

I needed to sit down. I was so confused and scared. "How do you remember this?" Chase asked, eyes boring into Felix's. Felix's fingers were twitching as he replied slowly; carefully. "Ash pointed out the weird and mixed up letters on the side of the red truck, and Harlow said it was the writing language used in Peru." I shook my head slowly, trying to remember all of this. "How did you...remember that?" Chase asked slowly. Felix broke eye contact with Chase and shrugged. "I have a good memory. Sometimes, guys, you should ask for help. Me and Ash know a lot."

I glanced at Chase, almost sheepishly. "Yes, Felix, I'm sure you're right." I said. Then to Chase, "We need to find out the name of that book."

At the same time, we flew quickly over to Andrew, who was playing air-tag with Ash and even Horace. "Andrew!" I called loudly, above the wind, "Come here for a second!" Andrew looked at me, then Ash, not wanting to leave the fun, but he came over anyway. "Hi! I'm playing!" He announced. I ruffled his hair, avoiding being hit by his white and black-tipped wings."I know, but I've got a little question for you."

Andrew looked up at me with his big, blue eyes and for just a second, everything seemed just a little less horrible. "Do you remember when we read a book about a red truck?" I asked. Andrew showed no sign of recognition. "No. Can I play now?" He said quickly. I bit my lip. He is a four year old, I reminded myself. "Andrew, think again. It wasn't a long time ago, we were at the library. You got a book, a big one, on red trucks." I said patiently. Andrew smiled. "Ohhh! Trucks! I like trucks."

I rubbed my forehead. "Yes, I know. Do you like books about trucks?" I persisted. Andrew nodded. "Did you ever get a book about a truck?" My voice was hopeful. Andrew moved his little shoulders up and down. "Maybe. Do you like trucks?" I glared at Chase. who was laughing a little behind me. "Sure. Andrew, pay attention, pal. I need you to answer my question."

"I hate eggs." He said seriously. "But I want a truck. Can I have one?"

Maybe it was just me, but I was pretty sure he was doing this on purpose.

"Did you get a book on trucks?" I asked again, this time using the tactic of looking hard and intently into Andrew's eyes. They weren't so precious anymore, for some reason. "Um, yes." Andrew finally said, and I about died with relief. "What was it called?" I asked eagerly. Finally, finally maybe he'd cooperate!
Andrew shrugged again. "Trucks. Red Trucks. Oh! I like red trucks!"

Or not.

I am a patient person, but I don't believe I've ever been this frustrated in my life. Then, unexpectedly, someone roughly pushed me out of the way and Indy, of all people, grabbed Andrew by both arms and glared at him. "Listen, kid," she growled, "Just tell us the name of the freaking book." Andrew, bless his heart, stared evilly back at Indy, unfazed. "I told Harlow lots and lots of times but she keeps on doesn't listening to me! I like red trucks." Indy let go, frowning, and backed off. I tried again. "Andrew, tell me one more time."

"I Like Red Trucks." He insisted. Suddenly, Ash started laughing. "You guys are so stupid." She giggled. "He means, that the name of the book is I Like Red Trucks. Remember?" Chase groaned, and I felt a little stupid. "Oh. Well, okay. Thanks Andrew." He smiled up at me, still happy. "Can I play now?" I nodded and he flew off again with Ash and Horace.

"So, what now?" Felix asked. Chase changed directions, motioning us to all follow him south south-east. "We go back to that library, and get the book. It was in Georgia, so even if Savannah managed to escape, we'd be in the right place anyway." He shouted. Without hesitation, we all followed Chase, slight hope breaking through this dark cloud of doubt and fear.

Andrew's PoV

(A/N...this is probably one of the only times I write in Andrew's point of view, because he's four, but this is kind of special and necessary right now.)

I didn't tell them anything! I cried again and again in my mind!

I know, child.

Why won't you leave? Please leave! I was scared! He wasn't going away!

You came close, much to close.

I am sorry! Now I was cold. A lot cold, and he was doing it.

Never again. Do you understand?

Yes! Yes! I promise! I promise! Please, just stop! Slowly the coldness went away, a little bit.

Never. Again.

~~~
So there! Review, please! If that whole thing with Andrew was confusing, I promise it'll be explained!