The car jostled, making Jamie's head bump against the window. She stirred from her nap.
   She had been dreaming.
   Her dream included all the aspects of the past few days of her life, her strange memories, and her drawings. Plus a few strange things to spice it up.
   In the dream, she was living in a city. But it was the city she had drawn. The sparkling one, with the court house in the middle. She was just a normal citizen. But there was something weird. Leia and Lilly were there. But they were also different. They wore capes, and jewelled clothes. There were other people, too. More stunning people, like Ms. Gisela, Lilly, and Leia.
   And they all had magical powers, like controlling water, and fire, and reading minds.
   And then Mr. Forkle had appeared, and her was with a tall man. He was completely normal, except for the fact that her had long, pointy ears. He had a crown on, and everyone bowed or curtsied to him. Was he a king?
   When she had not bowed, her had turned to her.
   "So you're her daughter. The girl who had caused so much trouble..." but his insults went no further, as suddenly Ms. Gisela and Geth, flew overhead, and dropped little bronze pebbles on them. Then the pebbles exploded, and the car jostled.
   Then Jamie was awake.
   Her head was swirling.
   "You okay?" Jamie looked up, to see her mother staring back at her.
   "Yeah, I just woke up from a weird dream." Though it wasn't a lie, Jamie didn't offer any further information.
   "Do you need a pit stop?"
   Jamie's stomach grumbled.
   "Lunch?" she asked.
   "Sure," her mother told her, conveying the information to her father, who was driving.
   They pulled into the little gas station. Cars were parked, and people strolled around, filling up gasoline tanks, while others walked to a nearby restaurant to order food.
   Once they were topped up on fuel, they parked, and went up to the restaurant.
   In a few minutes, they were seated, and placed their orders.
   "How much farther?" Jamie asked her father, attempting not to sound whiny, but failing a little.
   Her father smiled. "About four more hours. We should get to the hotel by sunset. We'll see Uncle Grant in the morning." A muscle twitched in Felix's face, as his smile became strained.
   A silence prevailed, and they ate in silence.
   Soon they were on the road again.
   Instead of dozing off, Jamie got out a sketch book. This one was new. A present from her parents. She had run out of pages in the last one, as she had been drawing so often. Now she had a whole new one, filled with crisp, clean pages, rough to the touch, but perfect for the pencil.
   Before she knew it, she was drawing.
   Usually, Jamie had some inkling of what she was drawing. If she was about to draw a flower, usually she would picture it first. But this was completely different. She literally had no idea what she was drawing. The lines of the picture came into her head as she drew them. Soon her piece looked like a circle of squiggles and lines, creating strange geometric shapes, and stars. Somehow, she knew when to stop.
   "Does this look familiar to you?" Jamie asked, handing the open sketchbook to her mother.
   "Nope. But it is interesting. Mesmerizing. Nice job."
   Jamie's eyes slid over the pencil markings, copying every detail of the symbol into her brain.
   She stared at it, her mind unfocused, yet still perceiving, her surroundings. Something was nagging at the back of her mind. A memory. Something that this picture reminded her of. Jamie tried to let it out, but the memory was stuck. It annoyed her.
   Her mother looked back at her daughter, confused, but said nothing. It wasn't unusual for Jamie to stare, transfixed, at her drawings, in recent days. Lately, Abby had been noticing that her daughter had been drawing a great deal more than usual. And after she was done drawing, she would observe her work, as if she had not just come up with it, and depicted it, seconds ago. It was like Jamie was surprised by what she had drawn.
   But Abby did not say anything, and turned back around, leaving her daughter to look at the picture alone.
   It was right about then, that the memory came free. It unstuck itself from the deep, dark hole of Jamie's brain, and soared to the front. One word, a name. It came to her mind like a lightning bolt.
   Still, it didn't help Jamie at all. She had never heard of this person.
   This, Vespera.

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Super short, but I hope you liked it.
To say the truth, I kind of feel like there are too many insisting incidents, and not enough action, or string tying. Do you get that?
Do you have any suggestions?
This whole uncle thing was never supposed to be part of it, but then again, I didn't want to go too fast. I feel like it was necessary. Don't worry. These next bits will go fast, and soon we'll be back in San Diego.
See ya!
—Wawawa