They reached out and wafted their fingers into Kasper, who disappeared like Dan had. Gabby, clawing her way out of Phil's arms, ran at the figures, and disappeared along with him. The group shouted for them, and the two answered. "It's like Dan described. We can see you.. just.. it's like there is a wall, a glass, a mirror in front. It's moving, rippling, like water." They sounded dreamy, dazzled and content. The others seemed almost happy for the two, as they were together, but Phil was hurt. Dan was gone, and could be gone forever, and he could have gone with them. It hit him in his chest, a pain that grew, like a fire spreading, until he collapsed on the floor. "He's having a panic attack" Zoe said calmly, as the others began to talk loudly with confusion. Zoe, with Alfie's help, dragged Phil over to everyone and set him in the recovery position. Phil's hand was shaking, his breathing erratic. "I want him. Next to me. Dan. My Dan," He was whispering repeatedly. After a few minutes of this, he began to shout "Dan? Dan?! DAN?" until Dan's voice drifted over, from wherever he was. "Phil. It's... It's dark. I can't see you very well, any more. Stay there. I'm trying to get through." His voice was small, weak. "Through what? What do you mean? When did it go dark? Dan? Dan?" Phil was overwhelmed with need, he could not stop the tears that kept on coming. "The window. The wall. Anything. At all. It's dark. It's night. Some one turned. Out the light." His voice came in rhymes, slurring and mixing over and over. It got louder and louder, filling Phil's ears. "STOP. JUST STOP." He screamed. It ceased. The group were still, they could not do anything, say anything to comfort him. He was screaming, crying out that his Dan was gone, someone took him away. He was spitting words, talking about the figures being evil, shouting that Dan would come back, that he would get him back. In the end it was Carrie who began to sing. She was singing 'Hush little baby', a simple lullaby, but it soothed him. Her voice was angelic, hypnotising, and it calmed him. In the end, Phil slowly drifted away into a dream. Everyone else thought he was happy, in a pleasant dream, but he was frozen stiff, in a terrible nightmare. Dan was walking around him, circle after circle, whispering and chiding his name. Then, Dan's face was right up close to his, and he began to talk gibberish. The words seemed like a spell, and it scared Phil. Dream Dan saw this, and he laughed. It was full of malice, full of poison, full of amusement. He found it funny that Phil was so terrified of him, and he used it as a weapon. Dream Dan returned to circle Phil, and began to talk in riddles. "I am more evil than the devil. I am more good than god. The poor have me. The rich need me. If you eat or drink me, you will perish. If you love me, you are heartless. If you hate me, you are full of love. What am I?" "Nothing." Phil spat. "I am silent and dark. I only live and grow because of what helps you see, and I fade as you leave. What am I?" This took Phil a little longer "Shadows" " You cannot escape me, or hide from me. I am inside you, I control you at moments you cannot flee from. What am I?" "I.." Phil was a little confused, but then worked it out. "Fear." Dan appeared millimetres away from Dan's face, and taunted 'exactly'. "What do you feel now Phil? I know all, I have seen all. I know every one of your secrets. How do you feel now? I am who you love, but you are scared of me. I can see it. Fear. Fear is running through your veins." Dan sniffed, like a dog after a rabbit. "I can smell it. Fear. I can feel it. You are weak. So weak. And I am strong." Phil squeezed his eyes shut, and began to whisper "Let me out. Let me out. Let me go. Let me go." He was almost praying, his hands clasped and his voice hushed, full of .. well.. fear. "Look at me Phil." Dream Dan spat his name. Phil could not keep his eyes shut, Dan had done something to them, they opened involuntarily, and he screamed at what he saw. There were hundreds of Dans everywhere, all dead. One was hung, the other with no head, the other stabbed, the other peaceful as if died in his sleep. Surrounded by pills, covered in slash marks, bitten by a shark, shot in the chest, in the head, body cut in half, bathed in blood, spike in the stomach.. there were just too many bodies. Phil screamed once more. And Dream Dan just laughed.