A crow cawed overhead, waking me from a dreamless sleep. Unlike when I'd fallen asleep last night, I was warm. I snuggled deeper into the soft material I was lying on and sighed. Suddenly, I felt hands wrap around my waist and I nearly let out a startled yelp. My eyes flew open and all of a sudden, I realized why I was so warm. My head was lying on Jack's chest and his arms were wrapped around me.

But he was fast asleep. I bit my lip and took in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful and angelic. My cheeks blushed scarlet at the thought. Strands of brown hair fell in my face as I untangled myself from his grasp without waking him. When I was finally free, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

Thank goodness! Now I didn't have to explain anything to him. That would have been embarrassing. For the both of us. I sat up slowly and stretched, yawning. Jack moved and his mesmerizing gray eyes fluttered open then. He grunted softly and shot me a small smile.

"Good morning," he said huskily.

I nearly shivered at the sound of his morning voice but shook it off. I was lost in a strange place and my sister was who knows where. This was no time to be crushing on someone.

"Morning." I told him, not glancing up as I dug through my bag absentmindedly.

Jack looked around then and got up off the ground.

"Where's Tip?" he asked.

"I...I don't know," I admitted, suddenly realizing he was gone.

"Tip!" he called, walking off.

I left my bag on the ground and followed after him.

"Tip!" I shouted out into the woods.

I noticed someone hiding behind the tree then up ahead.

"Tip?" Jack asked as we came closer, "Is that you?"

The figure took off through the trees and we chased after the person.

"Stop!" I called out.

"Stop! What are you doing with my friend's coat?" Jack asked as the figure stopped abruptly, sliding behind another tree.

"It's mine! It's mine, it's mine..." the person said softly, still hidden behind the tree.

"What?" Jack breathed out.

"It's me, Jack!" the voice cried out, "Something's happened..."

"Tip..." Jack said softly and my eyes widened as the figure stepped forward.

It was Tip. But...but he wasn't he anymore. He was a she. Tip's short black hair had been replaced with curly black locks and his previously thin lips were now full. Tears streamed down...her cheeks as we stared in shock.