Jack flew to a nearby town, the sister town of Burgess, and lightly touched down on a windowsill. He was going to make good on his promise to Pitch, even if it took him all night for the rest of his life. No one should be unseen. No one should ever have to walk around invisible, unbelieved in...

Unloved.

Surely, there had to be a way to get Pitch some believers. He had done it for Bunny, he could do it for the Boogeyman as well. How hard could it be really?

Taking a deep breath, the winter spirit frosted the glass on the sill, and got to work.

ROTG

Pitch Black paced his lair, looking at the globe with all its lights. He had neglected to ask Frost how in darkness he was supposed to differentiate his believers from the rest of the appearing lights on the globe. If he couldn't then he had no way of proving or disproving Frost's word for their bet. As much as he wanted to have that brat locked in a cage so he could feed off his fear and eventually his life, the Boogeyman desperately wanted Frost to succeed. He was tired of hiding under beds and being unseen, unheard...nonexistant to the children of the world.

Suddenly, he stopped pacing. He felt different. Stronger somehow, more...solid. He stole a glance at the globe, his eyes wide as he gazed at the blue light eminating from a small town near Burgess. It was Frost, but why was he signaling? Curious, the Boogeyman traveled by shadow to where the brat was, and was instantly pulled into a child's room.

The little boy inside shreaked, and while Pitch was glad to feed off some fear, he was astounded to see that the child...looked not beyond him, not through him...But right at him.

"Are you...the Boogeyman?" the child asked in a tight, nervous voice.

He said my name! The man stepped back, not wanting to believe that it was true. But at the same time hoping desperately that he hadn't been mistaken. He nodded slowly.

The boy trembled, "I knew you'd come, mister Boogeyman. I've been waiting for you to give me a good scare."

Pitch had no words to describe his happiness. This child had said his name...twice...and was now asking to be frightened out of his mind.

"Then my boy, I will not disappoint you."

The room became dark, and to the Nightmare King's delight and confusion, it became cold as well. He looked around, and spotted Jack just as the winter spirit ran a finger down the boy's back, making him shudder at the 'chill running down his spine'. Frost...helping me scare children? He thought in amusement and wonder This is too good!

After the scare was complete, the Boogeyman turned to leave. The shaking little boy reached toward him, and Pitch Black felt, for the first time since the Dark Ages, the touch of a child. It floored him. Unsure how to respond, the Nightmare King simply stood there. The little boy looked up at him and asked "Can you come back tomorrow and scare me again?"

Pitch was again unsure how to respond, so he simply said

"I am rather busy-"

Jack cleared his throat in warning, shaking his head.

"-But I will make time for you to have nightmares."

The boy's eyes shone with both terror and delight, and he climbed into bed, falling asleep instantly.

Jack took the Nightmare King out to the sill, and folded his arms, a smirk of accomplishment on his face.

"Well?"

Annoyed because he didn't quite get time to digest what had happened, the Boogeyman growled "Well what?!"

"Pitch, this is HUGE! You have your first believer! Don't you know what this means?"

"Yes I have ONE child who believes and fears me. ONE! "

Jack laughed "Yes ONE! That one will turn into two, then three then eight.." He was overly happy now "Don't you understand? This is only the beginning!"

"This could still go downhill, Frost. I doubt that one child will turn into a thousand very quickly. They will write me off as a bad dream, or some other such nonsense, then I will be back at square one."

"Pitch...he SAW you." Jack said softly, putting his hand on the man's shoulder.

Pitch let his toughness fall as he remembered that simple fact. After hiding under beds and being written off as a myth...someone had finally seen him.

"He said yor name." Jack pushed gently.

Sighing heavily, Pitch Black aloud himself a real, genuine smile.

"Alright Frost." He said "I will give it three weeks. If you lose at the end, you are mine."

""As long as you give it time, Pitch." The winter spirit smiled "As long as you give it time."