Hello! I'm back again! After only one day :D! This chapter is maybe a bit different and...weird, but I did it as well as I could.

I hope you like it!

Enjoy! ;)

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sophie hissed to Jamie, using the menu as a blockage for anyone to see her lips moving.

She and her whole family where sitting around a table at a fancy restaurant, ready to eat dinner. And by her whole family, I mean that her step dad Stephano was there to. And as you could guess by the name, Stephano was Italian. Not only did he sound like an Italian; he looked like an Italian, with his olive skin and short, spiky hair with an earring in his left ear and his very Italian accent(I don't know why I haven't introduced him before, I just didn't have the right moment for it...).

A random orchestra melody was being played in the background and the room was filled with the jingling sound when people cut through their food and accidentally scratched the plate or when they picked up their glass and their ring came in contact with it.

Jamie looked up from his menu, and he frowned when he saw that she was practically starring at him.

"What?" he whispered quietly.

Sophie gave a fast glance towards her mother and stepfather, who seemed to be deep in a conversation, their eyes locked at each other in a deep trance.

"Why didn't you tell me about him?" she repeated, her voice louder than before.

"Who?" Jamie said and took a sip of his water.

"Jack Frost."

Jamie suddenly choked, water spouting out of his mouth. He coughed, taking a napkin from his plate and holding it over his mouth.

"Jamie, sweetie, are you alright?" Marcia asked, putting a hand on her son's shoulder. Tears were streaming out of his eyes, and he managed to make out a few words between his coughs.

"Fine...choked...water..."

It took a while for Jamie to calm down, and when Marcia had gone back to talking to George, Jamie leaned towards Sophie.

"You've met him too?" he asked, eyes big, "when?"

"Yesterday. Or maybe it was today. Either way, yes, I've met him." Jamie leaned back at his backboard, starring at his glass, deep in thought. For a second Sophie thought that he had zoned out completely.

"Hey, earth to Jamie? You still with us?" Sophie said, still not too loud. Jamie blinked and then looked up at Sophie, but now his usually warm and bright eyes were cold and sad.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I...I just thought of the day before. When I had that nightmare." Sophie swallowed. She had tried to push the memory of the horse away all this time, but it was gnawing in her brain like a beaver biting on wood.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Maybe now's not a good time," Jamie answered, nodding towards the couple.

"Then when?" Sophie asked impatiently. Jamie shrugged.

The reason why they couldn't talk about this the next day or the day after was that Jamie was going to go to his friend who lived in another city for four days. And Sophie wouldn't be able to keep on holding a secret for four more days, or she'd really turn mad.

Sophie fell silent for a few heartbeats. "No, now's a great time. Besides; I have to tell you something important." Jamie opened his mouth to say something, but Sophie cut him off.

"You need to go to the toilet." she simply said and then cleared her throat. Jamie didn't seem to get the bait because he had a confused look on his face.

"Mom," Sophie carefully said, and Marcia turned to her. "What dear?"

"Jamie and I need to go to the toilet. Can we go?" Sophie asked. Then Jamie spoke up.

"What? I don't need to..." he was cut of when she kicked him on his shin. He made a great job of hiding his pain, but still glared daggers at her.

"...I mean, yeah, I really need the toilet. Like, right now," he finished instead.

Marcia gave Sophie a quick glance before nodding and then continued her conversation with her Italian lover.

Sophie stood up and then ironically held out her arm in the direction where the toilets were, as if he was a lady invited to a dance.

Jamie shoved her playfully and then started walking.

They made their way past narrow paths between chairs and tables until they reached the toilets.

They were built in a long corridor, green plants winding themselves on the red walls with the ladies' bathroom on the left and the men's on the right. Jamie was just about to open the door to the men's room when Sophie stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, we go in there," she said and pointed towards a door with a cleaning lady as a sign of what was in the end of the corridor.

"What?" Jamie said for the third time that day. "I'm not going in there, no way."

"Common, we can't speak inside the toilet, it would be too weird," Sophie said, and after a moment of hesitation, Jamie agreed.

The two siblings walked up to the door and after looking around carefully so that no one would notice them sneaking in there. Luckily, the door was open and they went swiftly inside and closed the door behind turned on the light and then glanced around the wasn't quite big, but it wasn't too small either.

Three shelves made of metal stood by each wall, a broom was leaning towards one of them, and the floor was a mess with brushes and small mops lying around.

She turned a bucket upside down and sat down on it, making a gesture towards a stool to make Jamie sit down. He did and then dragged his hands over his knees to get the dirt of him.

"Cozy," he muttered and Sophie made a grunting noise in agreement. She then looked at Jamie.

"So, what I am going to say to you is very serious, and you have to believe me on this, alright?" Jamie nodded silently. Sophie took a deep breath and then told Jamie about the horse she'd seen the day Jamie had his nightmare. She described it as a black figure made of some sort of sand, and Jamie didn't even interrupt once.

When she was done, Jamie looked at her with a surprised look in his eyes. "I've seen those horses!"

Sophie straightened her back in astonishment. "What? When?"

Jamie fell silent for a second before answering, "I think it was about two days ago, last Wednesday, the day I had the nightmare. I was doing my homework when I heard strange noises coming from outside. It sounded like a horse being strangled. I got scared but decided to open my window to check where they came from. It flew right past my window, but not so fast that I didn't miss it. That was actually the day I met Jack too, when I think of it."

Sophie took in the information. She was just happy that she wasn't insane, now that she knew that Jamie also had seen the dark creatures. But the questions not yet asked was; what were they? And where did they come from?

"I think I want to tell you what my dream was about," Jamie said, so quietly Sophie almost couldn't hear him. She nodded seriously and waited for him to start talking. Jamie opened his mouth, "I was walking down this path in the woods when..." he was cut off by the door flying open. Sophie jumped and turned her head toward the former closed door and in the opening(can you say it like that?), a man stood, a mop in his hand. He didn't seem very old, maybe in his 20's and wore a white shirt and blue jeans. He had sneakers on, and they seemed to be extremely old, which was noticeable due to the great holes in them and the torn shoelace.

When he saw the two siblings he narrowed his light brown eyes. He put away his broom and then folded his arms over his chest, his veins clearly visible.

"What are you two doing here?" He asked. He had a weird accent; it sounded British, but a weird kind of British. He also sounded very, very annoyed.

Sophie looked at Jamie who gazed frighteningly at the man.

"We...we where just..." Sophie started but fell silent when she couldn't think of something to say. The man rolled his eyes and then grabbed Sophie's and Jamie's arm in each hand and started dragging them out of the small room and into the corridor.

"Where are you taking us?" Jamie asked.

"To your mum and dad. I believe they must be wondering why their son and daughter were hiding in my cleaning room."

"No!" Sophie and Jamie exclaimed in unison. The man stopped and looked at them both.

"Don't take us to mom and Stephano, please!" Jamie pleaded.

"Why?" the man asked. "I hope you have a great excuse for that."

"We'll get in big trouble!" Sophie said.

"Well no shit Sherlock," the man muttered, rolling his eyes again. Sophie ignored him, "And I'm already grounded this weekend. Please don't get me grounded the next one too!" she continued, her eyes staring deep into his. The man raised his eyebrow and glanced down at her, and she could almost see his brain working. With a sight he released his grip and Jamie and Sophie fell down a few centimeters.

"Fine. Off you go. But that's only because I need to wash the dishes, and I wouldn't have time for that if I had to take you to your parents, is that clear?" Jamie nodded. "Thanks Mr..." he leaned closer and read of the man's badge, "...Mr. Johnson."

Mr. Johnson gave Jamie a long glance before nodding at them, and then started walking away, disappearing around the corner.

"Well he was a strange fellow," Jamie said putting a hand over his arm where the man had held him. Sophie snorted quietly. She then turned to Jamie.

"We can talk about the dream in four days if you like."

He nodded in response. "Yeah, in four days sounds good."

I hope you liked it; I didn't have any imagination today:/ I'm not going to be home for the next week, so I don't think i will be able to write that much(as if I've written often before) but I'll do it when I have the time. I also wanted to point out that I do not own any of these characters, except for Mr. Johnson:P See you soon!