Jake sat next to Rose all night. Refusing to leave her side until she woke up. He drifted off a little here and there, and got some light rest, but he never fully went to sleep. If he had his dream charm, he would've checked if the charm was still blocking him out of Rose's dreams, but he didn't.

Rose, on the other hand, was getting plenty of sleep. She continued having the same strange dream she's been having for the last couple of days; walking along the same forest path with the same brown-haired girl. It always happened the same, they would walk for awhile, then Rose would trip and fall. Every time Rose's phone would fall out of her pocket and get left. The girl would grab her by the arm and pull her back up.

"Come on, let's go!" she would always say, a little coldly.

Rose didn't know how to interpret the dream. She could never control her own body, but the dream felt so real, like it wasn't a dream. She was about to the part where she would always wake up, but this time she didn't. This time, the dream continued. After walking an unknown distance along the water of the lake, they stopped. The girl pulled a long stick out of her pocket and started speaking in a language Rose wasn't familiar with. Suddenly a large boulder near by moved to reveal a hidden trapdoor. The girl opened it and pushed Rose down a long, concrete shaft. Rose woke up before she hit the bottom.

The sun had risen in a vibrant orange, lighting up the eastern sky. Rose opened her eyes slowly, her head still a little foggy. She started surveying her environment, it had changed from what she could last remember. As she looked around, it occurred to her she was someplace familiar. She turned her head slightly and saw Jake sitting next to her, fast asleep. She reached over and grabbed his hand. Jake suddenly sprang to awake with an alarm, but calmed down instantly when saw what it was.

"Rose." he said softly, with a smile. For the first time this weekend, Jake was truly happy and relaxed.

Obviously, they would both need to sit down and try to figure out what exactly happened and who was responsible, but that could wait. Right now, none of it mattered. They both stood up and embraced each other tightly, finally reunited.

"You're ok." Jake finally said.

"Of course I am," Rose replied, "You promised."

They stood there for what could have been an eternity, when finally Fu walked in.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Look who's finally awake." Fu said as he walked through the curtain that separated the front from the back.


Rose sat next to Jake on the couch in the front of the shop. Across the coffee table from them were Gramps and Fu. Gramps poured everyone a glass of tea he just made.

"So, you have no memory of how you came to be in the dark room?" Gramps asked, as he held his tea cup.

Rose took a sip from hers. "No," she answered, "The last thing I can remember is getting off the airplane, then feeling a little drowsy. The next thing I know, I'm tied to a chair in a quiet, dark room. I'm not sure how long I was there. I couldn't see anything in the darkness, so I just sat there until Jake found me."

"I see," Gramps said, "Now, tell me more about this dream you keep having."

"Well, I'm walking through this forest, except it doesn't feel like I'm me, it feels like someone else is in control of me." Rose explained, "I'm walking with this girl who has long, brown hair, and a blue dress. We approach a lake and start to walk alongside the water, when I trip and fall, and lose my phone."

"Oh, that reminds me." Jake said as he set down his tea cup and reached into his pocket, "This is yours." Jake pulled out Rose's phone and handed it to her.

Rose opened it and then looked at Jake strangely, "357 missed calls?"

Jake got a little embarrassed, "Well, you see... we were trying to trace it and..."

Rose rolled her eyes, "Sure you were. Anyways we continue to walk by the water a bit farther when she pulls a long stick out of her pocket, and starts saying these words in some language I've never heard before. Pretty soon a near by rock moves to reveal a trapdoor, she opens it and pushes me down a long, concrete shaft. I woke up before I made it to the bottom."

"Yep, sounds like a forgotten dream to me." Fu said.

"Forgotten dream?" Jake asked.

"It's a dream of a memory that has been hidden from your conscious mind." Rose explained, "When you live something, but you're not fully conscious for it, your sub-conscience will bring the memory back to you in the form of dreams."

"They are commonly experienced by people who have been hypnotized or placed under a mind control spell." Fu concluded.

"Rose, you must work hard to remember everything you can about the girl in your dream, it is likely she is your kidnapper." Gramps told her.

"I've already told you everything I can," Rose said as she looked down at her cup, "I don't think I've ever seen her before."

"Try to think of why anyone would want you never found again." Gramps urged.

"I'm not sure." Rose answered, "My life as Huntsgirl never happened. Technically I'm just an average teenaged girl."

"Well maybe not," Fu said, "We never fully understood the Aztec Skulls. The legend claimed them to be all powerful, but that was kind of blown out of the water when Jake restored your memory. We don't know if there were any consequences for that action. You really shouldn't have memories from a life you never lived."

"But I did live it." Rose said.

"Well... Technically you did," Fu tried to explain, "but Jake wished you were never taken by the Huntsclan, which changed history. If you go back and check the history books, it never happened. Which kind of gets on to my point. Even though you didn't live that life, you have memory of it. Which means part of the magic has been undone, and if part of it can be undone, who knows what other parts of it can be undone."

"Magic is like a shirt," Gramps said, "if one thread becomes weak and gets pulled, other threads will soon follow."

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY IF I OVER EXPLAINED THINGS IN THE DIALOUGE BETWEEN ROSE AND FU, I KNOW AT TIMES IT WAS REDUNDANT AND WAS JUST A RE-WORD OF A PREVIOUS SAID SENTENCE, BUT I DON'T WANT THERE TO BE ANY CONFUSION, AND SOMETIMES WHEN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING, ALL YOU NEED IS TO HAVE IT WORDED DIFFERENTLY]