Gary frowned into the phone. 'Grandma? Hello?' but the line was dead. He dropped the receiver back into its cradle and looked at Tucker. 'Come on.' He led the way from the dorm, almost running over Quinn and Sam as they came down the hall.

'Gary, what-'

'We think Grams is in trouble,' Tucker said.

Gary wanted Sam to come, but he also didn't want to put her in danger. Torn by his indecision, he gave her a quick, silent hug, and continued on his run down the hallway. It wasn't until they reached the parking garage that he realized she'd followed them, but there were still no words. Tucker climbed, without argument, into the back seat of the little two-door, and soon they were underway. Nobody spoke, which was good, because Gary needed every bit of his concentration to keep the speedometer at the speed limit. He parked poorly, and the three of them raced up the lawn of his grandmother's house.

The place was a mess. 'Grams? It's us...' Gary called. His throat felt stiff, like he was holding in too much. If anything had happened to her...

'Boys?'

Relief flooded through him. She was upstairs. He led the way, taking the steps two at a time, and he caught his grandmother peeking out of the bedroom door. When she saw them, she opened it further and let her grandsons hug her. She led them back down the stairs. 'A man broke into the house. I locked myself in the bedroom, but he kept banging on the door, demanding to get his hands on Gene's part of the record! I thought he was going to break down my door! But look at this, he's ruined my home!'

'I'll call the police,' Gary said. 'Tucker, can you go back and get that thing we were after?'

'Sure thing.' Tucker hugged his grandmother and headed out the door. Gary picked up the downstairs phone, relieved to hear a dial tone. He started dialing as he watched Sam help his grandmother set her chair upright. 'And how are you, dear? It's so good to see you again. Has that grandson of mine put a ring on your finger yet?'

Gary ducked his head, blushing, but also glad that all this awfulness hadn't sapped his grams of her humour.

He reported the break in and joined Sam on the couch. His grams shook her head at him. 'Careful, Gary. A girl like this only comes around once in a lifetime.'

Gary smiled. 'Don't I know it.' They'd been dating for almost four years, but he was still waiting to wake up. Waiting for her to realize that she could do so much better than him.

Grams looked around at the place, frowning. 'What could be so important about that piece of record that someone would do this?' she muttered, and so Gary gave her Grampa Gene's letter. She read it quietly, but before she could say anything, the police pulled up with a blare of their siren, and the next hour was a blur of questions, and pictures of the house, and a mostly pointless inventory of all Grandma's valuables. They knew what the thief was after. They didn't tell that part to the police, though. Whatever Grandma's thoughts were on her husband's story, she didn't seem inclined to share it with the police. Gary didn't blame her.

Once the cops were gone, Sam went into the kitchen to make Grams a pot of tea, and Grams took Gary aside for a few moments. He sighed at her insistence. 'It's not like I haven't thought of it-'

'Well think harder, before it's too late.' And she pressed a small box into his palm.

'Grams, I can't-'

'Gene wanted you to have it. I won't take no for an answer.'

He laughed awkwardly. 'My no isn't the one that worries me...'

The phone rang. Gary answered, relieved to have an excuse to break away from his grandmother's favorite topic. It was Tucker. They had all the pieces of the record.

Gary looked at his grandmother, loathe to leave her alone, but she shook her head. 'Go. Both of you. I'll be alright.'

Sam hugged her. 'We'll be back soon to help you set things to rights around here.'

They gathered in Gary's dorm again. He stopped on the way to borrow a record player from the library. Tucker had already carefully glued the pieces back together. 'Alright, here goes.' Gary set the record on the player and they all leaned in to listen.

'If you're listening to this, then it means you're working together as a group. Remember, it was the power of the group that raised the demon, and it will take the power of the group to destroy it. Don't believe it's promises. Whatever it offers, the evil it gives is far greater. Know your true enemy, and trust the power of the group. Goodbye.'

'He died the next day.'

'Who's the true enemy?' Tucker asked, then answered his own question with a snap of his fingers. 'The general! He was the traitor. He nearly got Meg killed, and he probably broke into Grams's place. It has to be him.'

'Yeah, he's the only one left.'

'I got it,' Andy said.

They turned to him. He was looking at the clues, written out on Gary's presentation board. 'It's all there. Listen to the music, not all the eyes are brown, it's a race that has no winners, with many ups and downs. I know where he hid it.'

'Where?'

'Playland. Come on.'

He led the way out of the room, refusing to elaborate until they reached the park, and even then he just kept saying 'follow me, it's this way!'

Only when the carousel came into view did Gary understand.

'The music on the record-'

'Merry-go-round music!' Vange finished, grinning.

'Oh!' Quinn moved forward, stepping up into the ride. 'Oh yeah!'

'What is it?'

'Not all the eyes are brown? Well, I'm seeing a lot of brown eyes.'

'The Silver Sight! One of the eyes must be silver!' They all joined the search.

'Over here,' Meghan called.

'That's blue, Meg.' Quinn said.

'Hang on...' Tucker dug a quarter out of his pocket and scratched at the blue. 'It's paint.'

And it was silver underneath.

Curiously, Tucker touched a finger to the horse's eye. 'It's warm! Like it's alive!'

Meghan reached out and pressed her finger next to his. The eye started to glow. They snatched their hands away. 'Whoa.'

With a glance at each other, they reached out again. This time, Gary added his touch, and the glow got brighter. They pulled back again. 'It's like, the more of us touch it, the more power it has.'

'That's just like the record said,' Vange grinned. 'The power of the group.'

'Maybe we should all try touching it... together?' Andy suggested.

They all looked at each other, and tentatively reached out. The glow grew, and with a flash, the eye popped out of the ceramic horse. Gary caught it as the carousel lit up and started moving in its unending circle. They all stepped back from the music and the lights.

A laughing child with a strangely Victorian look to him leapt from the back of one of the horses. 'You win! I tried to scare you off, but you were all emtoo good/em! And now you have the Silver Sight. Good job!'

'Who are you?' Gary asked.

'I'm here to help you. To show you how to use the Sight.'

'Alright then, what is he Silver Sight?' Tucker asked.

'Don't you emknow/em?' the kid danced. 'It's the power to conquer. It will defeat all your enemies, win wars, put you on top of the world!'

'We're not exactly at war,' Andy said.

'Everyone has enemies! A mean parent, a bad teacher, a bully... you name them, they're gone!'

The carousel stopped suddenly, and the kid spun around. They all looked over to see General Candle circling the merry-go-round. 'Give that here, boy. You have no idea what you're holding.'

'Here's your chance!' The kid said. 'Tell the Silver Sight that he's your enemy, and he'll be gone forever!'

Gary frowned. That didn't sound right. But the words seemed to vibrate in his head, tempting him to do as the strange kid asked.

'He's not trying to help you, Gary,' the General said.

Gary was pretty sure this was actually true, but the general had told so many lies that believing him now felt foolish. 'Then what is he doing?'

'He is a demon. He's collecting souls. Sure, that bauble there will get rid of your enemies, but then their souls remain trapped inside.'

'Who are you to talk?' Tucker asked. 'You're the traitor! You used the silver sight!'

'Of course I did. We all did. We had no idea how evil it really was. Not until it was too late.'

'Liar!' Tucker said.

'Think about it! It made Donna popular, Evelyn rich, and even Bruce used it to buy this amusement park. We all had our wishes.'

'You used it to get Donna,' Sam said quietly, frowning. 'That's why Vince had such bad luck...'

Laing nodded ruefully. 'I loved her from the beginning. Before we ever heard of the silver sight. But she only ever had eyes for athletes. She used the Sight to gain popularity, and then I knew I'd never...' he shook his head. 'Maybe, if I'd told her sooner, she'd have known she didn't need charms to make her special.'

Gary glanced at Sam, but she was watching the general, her eyes full of pity and sorrow.

'But none of that matters now. Give the charm to me.'

'Now, Gary. Tell the silver sight that he's your enemy, and he'll be gone.'

'What happened to my grandfather?' Gary asked instead.

'He was a good man. The best. He was looking for the Silver Sight. He wanted to destroy it. But that thing knew it. Scared him off, and his heart couldn't take it.'

'Who are you going to believe? A kid like me, or the man who broke into your grandmother's house?'

'I only wanted to protect you kids. To keep you from ending up here, in this predicament.'

'I don't know what to do,' Gary admitted. The General's words felt real, and honest, but the strange kid didn't seem dangerous.

'The final clue: Know your true enemy. That's the only way to beat it,' Quinn said.

'Whatever happens, we're in this as a group, right?' Meghan asked.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder. 'Trust your instincts, Gary.'

Gary stared at General Candle. 'You've lied to us from the start. You broke into my grandmother's house. You nearly got Meghan killed.'

'I was only trying to protect you,' he repeated, falling back against the carousel.

'I know who the true enemy is.'