"Now where are you going?" I asked Wayne, who was putting on his gray coat.

It was the next day after breakfast and Wayne was standing by his front door while I was back in the dining area, sitting at the dining table.

"I'm gonna see that nice guy again," he replied to me, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

"Hm." I frown while looking down.

I was curious about this "nice guy." I didn't want to be snoopy or anything, but he seemed fishy.

I looked back at him. "He hasn't given you the place yet?"

"We're gonna make the final... How do you say it?..." I stopped fiddling with his jacket and stood in his place still. "...final agreement, final meeting, final... Yeah, you get it, right?" He shrugged

I nodded my head. "Yeah. But...is it okay for me to come with you?"

"Oh." Wayne rose his eyebrows; his voice dropped. "Now you want to join me?"

"Is that okay with you?" I eyed him with doubt.

He shrugged with one shoulder. . "Sure. I don't blame you if you're bored here."

"Okay, thanks."

• • •

About thirty minutes later, we arrived at a...harbor. Not the harbor that I went to many times, just a harbor that was close by to Wayne's house.

Wayne got off from his truck and I followed him. We got onto a speed boat with someone in it.

The guy who was going to drive the speedboat nodded his head in agreement for some reason with Wayne and sped off with us into the ocean.

• • •

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the...

Oh man, you got to be kidding me... I cried out mentally.

Yeah, you could've gussed it when I mentioned "harbor" and "speedboat." Yup, we arrived at the island.

The island.

"So, this is where the "nice guy" is at?" I asked Wayne as we walked our way up toward the white building.

"Yup." Wayne smiled at me.

"Oh..." My eyes drifted away with growing anxiety.

"What? What's so bad about this place?" I heard him asking me with concern.

"No, no, it's nothing..." I gazed around, avoiding Wayne's face as we entered the building.

A long, white hallway was spread out before us.

I felt my insides getting all sick and twisted, full of bad memories and thoughts, as we stepped deeper into it. Ugh.

I started to think that this wasn't a good idea and that I should just call it a day and leave. But what could happen when Wayne's by my side? He cares for me, right? So I pushed my fears aside and continued on with Wayne. Nothing bad could happen, not when I'm with someone else...

"Well, hello, Wayne!" someone called out to Wayne, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked striaght ahead and saw him, giving Wayne a hug.

Him.

The guy with blond hair.

The guy at the bar.

The guy who makes my dreams turn into nightmares.

Him.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" The blond guy strutted up to me, wearing a suit and tie. "Isn't it Toosk Mjalmersson?" He patted my shoulder with a smug smirk. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeaaah... Nice to see you, too..." I forced out with awkwardness.

"Honey, the meeting room is ready," someone called to the blond guy.

Wayne, the blond guy, and I looked ahead to see who just talked.

It was that lady. The lady who ruined my relationship with Bebe.

Okay, now this is a nightmare...that is actually real. Remember...Wayne is by my side... Nothing bad could happen...

"Okay, thanks, sweetie," the blond guy told the lady. "I'll be there."

The lady nodded and strode away.

He turned to us. "Sorry, that's my wife, Abs. She's just helping me out."

I felt my face turn pale as I was gaping. She's married? To him?! Oh man, this is going horrible.

"Wait, Wayne..." The blond guy turned to Wayne.

Wayne faced him with his full attention. "Yes?"

He pointed to the floor. "Do you mind if you just wait for a few seconds?"

Wayne made a confused look. "Oh...uh..." He shrugged. "...sure..."

A smile appeared on his face. "Okay, thanks; my guards will take care of you." The blond guy turned to me. "And I will like to speak with you, Mjalmersson." He shot me a sly expression.

"Me?" I blinked at bit, not quite expecting him wanting to talk to me.

"Yeah, you." The blond guy placed his arms around my shoulder.

He led me deeper the hallway and until we came up to a door that was to our left. He opened the door with his free hand and pulled me into what seemed like a meeting room.

It was a room with a huge window on the other side, showing the beach. It had a big, brown, wooden table in the midde with many black, swivel chairs surrounding it.

The blond guy sauntered all the way to the other side of the room and sat in the chair that was on the end of the table, facing the door. I sat on the chair farthest from him and closest to the door.

"Aw, don't be scared!" The blond guy chuckled a bit. "Sit right here!" He patted on the chair that was closest to him.

With a sigh, I got up, walked in between the chairs and the wall, and sat on the chair he wanted me to sit on. The only thing that was between him and I was the corner edge of the table.

"So..." The blond guy gazed deeply at me with his blue eyes. "You know who I am, right?"

"Uhhh...I recongize you..." I felt my eyes shifting around the room with discomfort. "But I don't know who you are..."

"Okay." He straightened up in his chair. "Well, I'm Pierre Mustanen." He placed his hand on his chest. "And of course, I know your name." He moved that hand to point toward me.

"Yeah..." I nodded my head.

He placed his arms against the surface of the table, leaning toward me. "We met...a few times...," he told me lowly.

I shoot him a puzzled look. A few? "Oh... Last time I checked, we only met once." I chuckled. "Unless...--"

"I have a big impact on your life." He sunk lower into his arms with his eyes still glued on me. "Even more than you think." He shot me a smug look.

"But I only met you--"

"Shh, shh, shh." Pierre was about to place his finger on my lips, but I leaned away from him. "You'll see... You'll see." He brought his finger back to him.

I leaned back into a comfortable position. "Wha-what do you mean? I mean--" I groaned, running my fingers through my hair. "I'm confused."

"I know what you are looking for," he stated gravely.

"Oh..." I chuckled awkwardly. "So you claim you know what I'm looking for?" I leaned back on my chair, crossing my arms. "Okay then, Pierre, what am I looking for?"

"You're looking for your friend, Lance Sawyer." He straightened up in his chair, like as if he just grew in strength and power.

I blinked in surprise. "Whoa... How-how--"

"And I know where he is, because I was the one who took him away."

My eyes flew wide open; I slammed my hands against the table. "So you're the person behind all this!" I got up quickly from my chair. I began pointing at him multiple times. "You're the one who gave me powers, you're the one who's been giving me nightmares, you're the one who ruined my rela--"

"Whoa, whoa, Toosk, calm down!" He threw the palms of his hands out toward me, signalling me to stop with my developing tangent. "Let's not put the blame on anyone now!"

I just looked down at Pierre with a grave look.

He continued talking in a calm manner: "First off, it isn't my fault that you and wife are at a horrendous state with your guys' relationship--"

"How?!" I snapped back. "How?! You were the one who gave her the idea, right?"

Pierre smirked. "You were the one who gave in...right?"

I sighed, stepping back in my fight; he did have a point. I sat back down, feeling defeated, with my eyes casted down at the carpet flooring. "Can you...," I started in a painfully weak tone, "...can you tell me where Lance's at, so that, um, y'know, I can get him and I can leave--"

"No."

I darted my eyes up at Pierre with bewildered look. "Wait, what?"

He shook his head. "No."

"But, but...he's my friend. You don't even know him!"

"Don't worry, Mjalmersson, he's in fine hands with me." Pierre patted my shoulder again, but I swept his hand off.

"Why?" I shot a him with a stern expression.

"Why what?" He gave me back a skeptical look while leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.

"Why me?"

"It's a long story--"

"Why did you give the powers to me?" I placed my hand on my chest.

"How'd you know that?" Pierre smirked. "Hm?"

I threw my hands into the air. "It's obvious; I'm not stupid: You walk to the bar, and next thing I know I'm in a lab. You appear in my dreams, bad stuff happen. All my problems point to you." I then point to him.

He nodded his head. "You're good at observing stuff."

"So can I get Lance back?" I asked, hopefully getting the answer I want.

"No."

"Why?" I questioned with growing irritability ire.

"Don't ask me why," he told me with enunciated words.

"What are you gonna do with him?"

"You don't have to know."

"He's my friend."

"So what?"

"So what?!" I got up abruptly. "That's it, I'm going nowhere with you." I swiftly turned around and began marching out of the room.

"Hey!" I heard Pierre shouted at me from behind. "Where are you going?!"

I turned back around to face Pierre. "Where else?" I gave him a dark look. "I'm gonna find Lance myself." I turned back around and continued exiting the room.

"NO!"

I felt a huge, warm force hit my back, which made me slide onto the hard, cold tile floor. I slowly got up, noticing that the force shoved me out into the hallway. I rubbed my cheek that got all the friction and turned around, seeing  that Pierre was out of the room; he did not look one bit happy.

"You are not going to ruin my plan," Pierre stated strongly. "I need Lance." Then a blast of bright yellow energy shot out from his hand, aiming towards me.

I thought what to do to avoid it, but it was quicker than my thoughts and it hit me, slamming me into the wall. I grasped onto the hall with my outstretched hands that I would not slump to the floor.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Pierre shook his head, stepping up to me. "You don't even know how to use your powers. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a shame."

I just threw a punch at Pierre, making him stumble to the ground.

I then jumped on him and told him in his ear, "Who are you to say--"

Then a sharp, painfully headache pierced through my head;. I felt Pierre shoving me off of him, making me fall onto my knees.

I heard Pierre get up. "You do not want to mess with me."

I couldn't respond back because of the agony that was swarming in my mind. Why did I have such a horrible headache?!

I heard Pierre walking away from me. "I'll talk to you later..." I heard his voice fading away. "...when you get your act straighten out."

I wanted to leave. Now.

With all of my strength, I got up and began to sprinting down the hallways, toward the exit of the building. I immediately felt the pain disappear.

Interesting. But I won't question it.

Then I just remembered something: I couldn't leave without Wayne.

Oh gosh. Where could he be?

I continued running down the hallway, vigorously gazing both to my right and left for Wayne.

Finally, I found him in the same spot, talking to some guards. I also spotted Pierre sauntering up to him in a leisure manner

I barked at Wayne: "Come on, Wayne, let's go!" And without his permission, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him with me towards the exit.

"Mitä?!" Pierre shouted at me. What?!

"Toosk, what the heck are you doing?!" Wayne cried, stumbling on his feet due to the speed I was going in. Luckily I had a good grasp on him so that he would not fall.

I halted in my tracks and sharply turned around, facing Pierre. Since my right hand was occupied with Wayne's wrist, I just had an assumption that my left hand could also turn into a gun.

I quickly pointed my hand at Pierre, but instead of it turning into a gun, a blue energy disc shoot out from my body. It zoomed at Pierre's direction, almost slicing him in half. It continued down the hallway, just charring the walls with black lines since it was quite big; it eventually disappeared into the hallway.

What the...?

I just shook it off and pulled Wayne and myself out of the building, out of Pierre's sight.

Yeah right nothing bad could happen when you have someone by your side.

Definiately not true.