North was sitting in his office when there was excited knocking at his door. He opened it assuming it was probably one of the yetis complaining about work conditions again, there are only so many times you can be told to repaint something that took three hours to do, only to see sandman gesturing excitedly at the globe room. He emerged and saw the moon shining into the room. The old guardian stared in disbelief at the crystal that had risen from the floor. Looking from the image shining up out of the crystal and up to the moon again, in the way that one does when they are sure that their old friend has made a mistake but doesn't want to say anything because they tend to know better than themselves. North heaved a great, flummoxed sigh before murmuring,
"I hope you are right about this old friend.... Otherwise we will a lot of explaining to do."

The northern lights, or aurora borealis for those who enjoy the use of big complicated terms such as studious and marmalade, are a natural phenomena caused by solar wind and other such complicated scientific terms that I do not frankly understand. This, as any good anthropomorphic personification will gladly tell you, is of course a lie. The northern lights are a beacon, a beacon which each of the guardians not already at the pole were all now seeing. Naturally the Tooth Fairy and a small entourage began flying immediately in the direction of the pole while the Easter bunny started off through his tunnels, grumbling rather violently as he did so. One guardian however was more than reluctant to answer the call.

Jack Frost groaned, and when I say groaned I mean like a roof that has had one too many trees fall on it in the course of a very, very bad storm. He mused that this sudden raising of the alarm probably had nothing to do with his disappearance. He did, however, not care. What he wanted to do was go and enjoy himself as far from paperwork and responsibilities as remotely possible. But he did have to admit, he thought rather begrudgingly, that the last time the guardians were all called together it had meant something really, really bad. That being said he reluctantly turned around and began to rocket back to the pole but not before noticing what appeared to be a rather strangely shaped shadow among the trees below him.

The blue and white blur had almost knocked her right out of the sky. Susan thought feeling really quite cross with whatever it had been. She had made the effort to leave the house and her grandfather's realm only to nearly be sent falling through the air by what she assumed had likely been a rather large bird. Luckily for her Binky seemed rather more prepared than one would have expected of a horse, Death's horse albeit, but still a horse all the same. He went straight to the ground and waited for whatever it was to leave. Whatever it was she learned, to her ample dismay and annoyance, turned out to be not a what but, in fact, a who. And a rather unhappy who at that. She sighed tremendously as, what appeared to be a boy around her age, even though if she was to be entirely honest with herself she didn't actually look her age, flew back over head in the direction she'd seen him come.
"You knew he would stop didn't you?" She asked Binky patting his neck. He merely snorted and resumed his trot, because while he did have certain abilities as Death's horse he still was only a horse after all.