Dan's eyes flicked back to his normal deep brown colour, and he looked, confused, at the others. After all, they had all screamed and he had no idea why. "Phil..?" Dan asked slowly, turning to the one person who looked the most confused, but the most calm at exactly that moment. "Your eyes.." He gulped "they were... silver." Now Dan looked more confused than the others. He sat on the cold floor, memories flooding back. "I.. I touched it... and it just... disappeared." "Like smoke in the wind." Charlie said dryly "do you have any idea why?" He asked. "Not in the slightest." Dan raised his head up to Charlie, and looked straight into his eyes. "I have no idea whatsoever." He then looked around. "Do all of you genuinely believe I am evil? Or meant to do that?" Zoe walked over to Dan and placed her hand on his shoulder. Alfie followed, so did Carrie. Eventually all but Charlie were surrounding him. Zoe spoke clearly, truth and meaning ringing in her voice. "We do not believe you are evil. Nor that you meant to do that. But we do believe, that, somehow, you can free us all." There was a chorus of agreement, of which Charlie begrudgingly joined in. "I'm... SORRY" Charlie began slowly, like a child in a strop. Then, he screamed. The group turned around, one by one, and then scattered in fright. Carrie screamed "Dan! Touch them! Do something! Anything!" She was referring to the group of figures which had appeared behind them all. The figures, there were seven in total, floated over to Dan. The group watched helplessly, as Dan thrashed, trying to touch them, thinking he could defeat them. They were all so wrong. So very, very wrong. This time, when Dan's hand 'came in contact' (entered) the largest figure, he disappeared, like the figures had previously. Dan's scream was heard, it carried on and on, longer and longer. The group could clearly hear Dan sobbing. Then it stopped. Phil collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. "He.. he disappeared..." He gulped. "Like smoke in the wind.." Charlie whispered. Then, Phil heard something. A small "Help me". It was almost inaudible, but the whole group heard the faint plea. Dan was alive, and was somewhere. Somewhere close. But yet not near at all. Phil got up quickly, and ran as far as he could, in every direction. He searched and searched, screaming Dan's name again and again. "Phil? Phil!" Dan's voice was a little louder, and Phil was overjoyed to hear him. "Dan! Where are you? I can't see you!" Phil shouted, not knowing where to look. "I can see you. But I'm... I'm stuck.. there is a wall.. like a window... in front of me. It is hovering.. like the figures. I can't explain it. I can see you Phil. I can see you.." Dan's voice was dipping in and out, like a wave. At some points, it was strong, others it was weak and distant. "Dan?" Phil said, like a child who has lost his favourite toy. "DAN?" He screamed. He sobbed again, louder and louder. The group stood helpless, still confused and many still in shock. Tyler slowly walked over and gathered Phil into his arms. Within a small frame of time, Phil had gone from a grown adult to a small weak child, his arms and legs useless, his body suddenly sizes too big. One by one, the group made their way over to Phil, holding him, rocking him as he screamed. He tore at his hair and scratched at his face. Just then, when silence had fallen upon them all, Kasper gasped, One of the figures had returned, and he had instinctively thrashed out at them. It had disappeared, like it had with Dan. "No. No.. No" He moaned. "What colour are my eyes?" He asked softly, but he already knew the answer. "They're silver. Blazing like the sun." Joe whispered, the only one who could formulate the words, gather the courage to tell a poor soul that he was about to endure the same horror that he had witnessed with his own eyes. "No. Kasper.." Gabby sobbed, and this time it was Phil who held her. Gabby screeched, her voice so full of sorrow, as seven figures arrived to seal his fate.