Oh, man. Oh, man. This is NOT good. We can't die here! We're nearly halfway to Corona now! I pulled at the rocks, hoping to move some of the rocks, but instead I cut my hand. "Ah, geez!" I winced. I dived into the water, hoping to find some sort of exit. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything under the water. I came back up, only to pull Blondie back up, since she tried as well.

"It's no use," I consoled her. "It's too dark down there."

For the first time since I've met her, she's sad. "This is all my fault. She was right," she said. "Flynn, I'm...I'm sorry."

"Eugene," I said. I can't believe I just said that. Wow, this girl must be something. I don't just give out my name for no reason. "What?" she asked.

"Eugene," I repeated. "That's my real name. Eugene Fitzherbert." Guess we're doing confessions now. Well, if I'm gonna die, I'd rather die with her. She's fun, and I know she'll keep my secret. Not like she'll get a chance to tell anyone, but...I know this sounds weird, since we just met and all, but...I trust her.

"You might as well know," I finished.

"I have magic hair that glows when I sing," she said randomly. She what? Magic...hair? That glows? When she sings? This can't be real, right? "What?" I asked. Maybe I heard her wrong. I hope I heard her wrong.

She grabbed her hair. "I have...magic hair that glows when I sing!" she exclaimed. Okay, yeah, maybe I take it back. "Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine-" She interrupted her song when the water rose. We held our breaths.

Her frog stared at me and motioned towards Blondie. What's his-WOAH! "Aa-" I said, before remembering I was underwater. Her hair does glow. HER HAIR GLOWS! Why does her hair glow?

Her hair moved towards a small section of the cave where water is slowly spilling out. I dug at the rocks, as Blondie's hair stopped glowing. I pulled out enough rocks to push my hand through and make the water escape. I pushed the rest of the rocks, making more room for us to leave.

We swam through the small river until we got to dry land. We both coughed until we caught our breaths again. "We made it!" Blondie exclaimed, running ahead.

"Your hair glows," I said, stunned. "Her hair actually glows!"

"Eugene..."

"Why does her hair glow?" I asked her frog.

"Eugene!" she demanded.

"What?" I cried.

"It...doesn't just glow," she said, holding her hair again. I looked at her frog. "Why is he smiling at me?"

"Uh, you'll see," Blondie said. "First, I need to dry out my hair."

"Dry out your hair?" I asked. "Doesn't it just dry really fast?"

"Eugene..." she said.

"Your hair can glow!" I cried. "What else can it possibly do?"

"Just...calm down!" Blondie cried. I stared at her a minute, then at her frog, and back at her. "I'll...I'll set up camp."

Finding the perfect spot to camp was the easy part, getting the sticks for the fire, however, that was the hard part. The sticks have to be perfect for a fire. Long, but not too long, dry, and dead.

Blondie sat by the fire for a while, drying her hair, while I gathered a few extra twigs. "Okay, sit down," she said, patting the log in front of her. I stared at her, hesitantly. But I sat down anyway.

She smiled at me, awkwardly, I might add, and started wrapping her magic hair around the hand I cut earlier in the cave. "You're being strangely cryptic as you wrap your magic hair around my injured hand," I said.

"Just...just don't freak out...okay?" Blondie asked. D-don't freak out? Don't freak out? What kind of thing is that to say before she does something with my hand and her hair? That's making me extremely nervous.

"Flower gleam and glow," she started singing. Its the same song from the cave. "Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine." I watched as her hair started glowing, starting at her roots, and traveling along the length of her hair, all the way to my hand. Her frog pointed at his hand, smiling at me. "Heal what has been hurt. Change our fate's design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine."

She stared at me, and took her hair off my hand. I looked at my hand. The cut's gone. Th-that can't be right. It was just there. I pulled it up to look at it better in the fire light.

Yeah, it's gone. Actually gone. It doesn't even hurt anymore. That is so...so...I can't even find a word to describe it. I start screaming, only getting out one, short breath, before Blondie stops me. "Please don't freak out!" she cried.

I stared at her, stifling my scream. "Iiiii'm not freaking out, are you freaking out? I'm just very interested in your magic hair and the magical qualities it possesses..." I said in one breath. I hid my hand under my arm, doing the same for the other. "How long has it been doing that exactly?"

"Uh, forever, I guess," Blondie replied. "Mother said, when I was a baby, people tried to cut my hair and take the power for themselves." She moved a chunk of her hair to show a short, brown chunk. "Its a power that can't go into the wrong hands. That's why mother...that's why I..."

"Why you never left the tower," I finished. She nodded. "And you're still going to go back?"

"Yes, no, it's complicated," Blondie said. She hesitated. "So...Eugene Fitzherbert, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I'll spare you the sob story of poor orphaned Eugene Fitzherbert. It's...kind of a downer." Blondie smiled and moved closer to me. She rested her chin on her hands and continued smiling. "Ah, okay." I take it back...again. She's trustworthy.

"There was this book...I used to read to all the younger kids. 'The Tales of Flynnigan Ryder.' He was a swashbuckling rogue, richest man alive," I leaned in closer, "good with the ladies, but it's not like he'll ever brag about it."

"Was he a thief too?" she questioned, interested.

"Well, no," I replied. "He actually had enough money to do whatever he wanted, to go wherever he wanted. For a kid with nothing...well, I don't know. It just seemed really good." I looked at her, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Look, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? It'll ruin my whole reputation!"

"Yeah, you don't want that," Blondie replied sarcastically.

"Come on, Blondie!" I said. "A fake reputation is all I have!" We stared at each other in silence. What is this? First, I want to get my satchel back, in fact, it was all I could think about, but now...it's not the first thing on my mind. Now it's just-

"I'll...I'll go get some more firewood," I said, standing.

"For the record," Blondie said, "I like Eugene Fitzherbert more than Flynn Ryder."

I smiled. "Then...you'll be the first. But, thank you." I looked at my hand. She actually healed it. Completely. It's like the cut never existed. And she did it with magic. Incredible. Maybe her magic will rub off on me? That would be cool. Then I would get some magic thing in my hand. Maybe it'd give me super strength? But...why does her hair glow?

"Hey, Blondie, you know, I was thinking. Do you think your hair would give me super strength in my hand? 'Cause, you know, that would be stupendous." I stopped. She's standing with her back facing towards me. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"What?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. Just...lost in thought I guess." Hmm. Okay. Well, as long as she's okay.

"Well, think about it," I said, putting some sticks in the fire. "I mean, super human good looks? I've always had them, born with it. But super human strength? Just imagine the possibilities! I'm just saying-"

"Eugene," Blondie said, giggling. "My hair won't give you powers."

"Hey, but what if it did?" I asked, pointing at stick at her. "Imagine! I would be the best thief in the world, you know. Carrying piles of gold and rubies on my shoulders, without breaking a sweat!"

"Eugene! You big goofball!" Blondie laughed.

"Goofball?" I asked. "Did you call me a goofball?"

"What?" Blondie asked. "No!"

"Yeah you did!" I replied.

"No I didn't!" Blondie said.

"Don't hide it! I heard you!" She smiled at me.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Blondie asked.

"You know. Living as a thief isn't easy. People always want your head, or, at least, the bounty that comes with it, and they're always trying to turn you in so they can take the money for themselves. But...you didn't. Why?"

"Oh, well..." Blondie said. "I guess it's because...I made a deal with you."

"No, I'm sure there's another reason," I said. She paused. "Well, maybe it's because...I don't know. There was something about you that...I know this sounds weird, but...there was something about you that told me that...that I could trust you." She stopped.

Trust me? Really? Poor orphaned Eugene Fitzherbert, who grew up thieving? And there was something about him that was...trustworthy? "I'm sorry, I know that sounds weird-"

"No, no, really. I get it," I interrupted. "I...kinda get it."

"You do?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I mean...never mind. It's late," I said.

"Aw, come on, Eugene! You can tell me!" Blondie said.

"How about I tell you after we see the lanterns?" I asked.

"Why not now?" she begged.

"Hey, a man has to keep his secrets!" I replied.

"Okay, fine," Blondie sighed. "You win." She turned around and sat in a corner by the fire. "Uh, Blondie?" I asked. She looked at me. Eugene, what are you doing? You can't just tell a girl you've been thinking about her all day! I have, but...this one's different. I don't know how, but...it is.

"Goodnight," I improvised. She smiled at me. "Goodnight, Eugene.

I watched her as she rolled her hair around herself and fall asleep. What is happening to me? I've never felt this way before! All I could think about for a good while was my satchel and the Lost Princess' Crown. Now, all that's in there is...Rapunzel. What is happening?

Maybe I was hit in the gut too hard. I mean, it did hurt. And it still kind of does. Yeah, maybe that's what it is. I'll be better in the morning, no doubt. I'll just go to sleep, and stop thinking of Rapunzel.