So sorry for the long wait! Here's a chapter for you guys!

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"Some things are just out of our control, and we have to accept that."
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Sonja moved the blanket on the couch, Wag groaned.

"What...What do you want?" He groaned annoyed. Sonja's eyes soften.

"Are you sure you are okay? And why aren't you in a bed—"

"Because your boyfriend and his friends decided to break mine." Wag snapped shocking her a bit. She stood.

"Oh...I'm sorry, are you—"

"Waglington!" Syndicate said coming up from the elevator. Wag groaned and touched his achy head. 'I woke up so many times over the night, my head is killing me. I need to get a new bed, this couch is not comfy.' He thought. Sonja looked at Wag, seeing his pained and annoyed expression.

"I have an extra bed at my home, do you want to sleep there?" Sonja asked. Wag looked at her. 'That would be just too weird.' He thought. Sonja frowned, almost like he read Wag's thoughts. "Take your mind out of the gutter. You just look really tired and in pain. I get killer headaches too, especially when Tom is around." Syndicate came beside her.

"Hey! Not my fault you can't take my beautiful voice." He said. Sonja grabbed Wag's wrist, pulling him on his feet.

"Come on, you can see James later, Syndicate. He needs to rest." Sonja said pulling Wag behind her. He grabbed Wag's arm, stopping her.

"Wait, I need him for just one thing—" Wag stared at the flooring as Sonja and Syndicate argued. His eyes widen as their voices drown out from his hearing, feeling almost as if he was in shut down mode, he couldn't move his body and his senses expect for his blurry vision responded. But he could hear a voice...a different one, one that he recognized. And yet before he could understand the words they spoke, he was brought back to reality feeling someone shaking him and seeing Sonja on her knees in front of him, looking worried.

"James, say something." She said nervously. It took him a second to realize he was sitting down and Syndicate beside him looking concerned as well. Wag looked at Sonja.

"Wha..I...blacked out. Wh-What..happened?" Wag mumbled touching his achy head. Syndicate looked at Sonja.

"Take him to your extra room and let him sleep." Syndicate said to her. Sonja nodded and Wag looked at Syndicate confused at his suddenly serious tone. Syndicate looked at him. "Get some sleep, Waglington." Sonja and Syndicate helped Wag to his feet and she put his arm around her neck as they walked to the elevator, disappearing. Syndicate didn't move, but he looked towards the window. "What was that? Why did he just suddenly collapse?"

"I don't know. But did you see the look on his face, the look in his eyes." Spirit Dianite spoke, Syndicate nodded. He knew the look, his eyes looked empty, like he was there physically, but was mentally somewhere far away.

"Yeah...I did. I don't like it." Syndicate said. He knew Wag like the back of his hand, he was one of his closest friends, so the fact that something is going on with him that he can't fix bothered the hell out of him. As much as it doesn't seem like it, Syndicate cares about his friends and what happens to them.

"He's been through a lot, give him a few days to recover his strength and he'll be okay." Spirit Dianite said. Syndicate looked towards the spirit. While to others, Syndicate would be staring at nothing, but to Dianite's followers and magic users, a spirit lingers invisible to the naked eye, but not to the senses.

"You're not hiding anything, are you? You can usually read people pretty well." He said.

"No, I have my suspicions, but they aren't a concern to you yet. But keep an eye on him, something isn't right." Spirit Dianite told Syndicate. Syndicate nodded and then walked over to the elevator.

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Sonja opened her front door seeing Martha standing there. They both stared at each other till Martha sighed.

"I'm here for Wag," Martha said. Sonja nodded a bit.

"Okay...he's sleeping." She said. Martha stared at her for a few more moments.

"Why is he at your place?" She asked. Sonja leaned against the doorway.

"Because Syndicate and them wouldn't leave him alone and he doesn't have a bed to sleep in. And look, I know things have been...tense between us. But serious talk here, there is something wrong. Syndicate and I were arguing when he suddenly collapsed with this blank stare." She said. Martha nodded.

"Can I see him? I won't wake him up." She said. Sonja nodded and turned away, walking inside, Martha following. Martha shut the door. They both went upstairs to Sonja's bedroom where a sleeping Waglington laid curled up in the pink blankets and pink pillows. Martha smiled a bit seeing him, she walked up beside the bed. Then her head started to hurt, she frowned, touching her head. 'I...I can't feel our mind link.' She thought as she started to panic. She touches Wag's arm and immediately recoiled when a sharp pain stabbed her hand, she looked at it, not seeing anything and the feeling going away. She looked back at Wag.

"What happened?" A voice suddenly interjected making Sonja jump and Martha feel her uncle's ghostly presence in the room.

"I can't feel our mind-link and when I touched him, it hurts." She said.

"Let me try something." The spirit said. They both wait, hearing the spirit mumbling under his breath and after a minute or two, he spoke. "It's fine, Martha dear. You need to calm down is all." Sonja looked at Martha, she was stressed, mostly towards Wag. Her eyes soften.

"Martha—" Martha looked at Sonja.

"Why didn't he come to me? Why to you?" Martha asked. Sonja paused for a moment, taken aback by the questions but felt insulted.

"Because he's in pain and tired, it takes longer to go to your house them mine. Mine is literally next door. Yours is a fifteen-minute walk." Sonja said. Wag turned his back to them, groaning.

"Take this argument outside, ladies. He needs to rest and recover." Spirit Dianite said. Martha looks at Wag.

"I'll come back later." She said before she leaves. Sonja went on the other side of the bed, she touches Wag's forehead.

"What are you doing?" Dianite asked.

"Making sure he doesn't get sick." She said pulling her hand away. "I've taken care of Tucker before when he was sick plenty of times. So...this is the first time I've taken care of James, I'm just being cautious." Wag's eyes open, he shivers, pulling the blankets tighter around him. "Are you cold?" He nods. She gives him a smile and stands. "I'll get you more blankets." She then walks away, Wag looked down at the mattress, feeling guilty. 'She has better things to do then to look after me.' He thought. He pushed himself to sit up.

"Lay down." A voice said making Wag jump ten feet. "You must be out of it them." Wag looked towards the spirit.

"When did you—"

"I've always been here. I want to know where you were and why you were there in the first place." Spirit Dianite said. Wag looked down into his lap, not speaking. He heard the spirit sigh irritated. "I'm not mad at you, but you are giving me some uneasy feelings, James." Wag laid back down, shutting his eyes, he heard Sonja come up the steps and go into the room. She talked at first, but shut up once she saw he was 'asleep'. Wag pretended, not wanting to talk to Sonja right now, but just wanting his headache to go away. She laid the blankets on top of Wag, pulling them up to meet the ones around coiled around him. Sonja put two more blankets on him and folded up two others and set them on a chair. He opened his eyes, wanting to apologize to Sonja only to find himself in a completely different room. He sat up, looking around. 'Not again!' He thought.

He calmed himself, finally looking around only to find he wasn't in such a different room. He was in Sonja's house still, but the color faded, the once pink house is not a grey color along with everything else in the room. He gets out of bed, feeling better, a lot better than he did five minutes ago. He goes downstairs.

"Sonja?" He questioned, looking around. He went downstairs to the basement, the color faded everywhere as well, not seeing her anywhere. She was usually downstairs if not outside, he goes back upstairs and looks around, not finding her anywhere. 'She must be outside somewhere.' He thought. He goes outside, looking around seeing the same inside was outside as well. The color was faded and not a say of life anywhere. He looked up, seeing his tower, he flies up to it, landing on the stone brick. He goes into his storage, stopping dead in his tracks seeing a blue glow a few feet away. He cautiously goes over and looked at it. 'It's the gem from the ruins.' Wag thought. He stared at it, he put his hand out to touch but hesitated to remember what happened last time. His eyes flickered.

"L-Last time...what happened last time.." Wag mumbled, he bit his bottom lip and then grabbed the gem, images flashing through his mind and pain erupting through him making him scream.

He woke up screaming, he sat up, the blankets flying off him and hitting the floor as he panted heavily.

"James!" He heard a voice shout from downstairs. Wag was busy trying to recollect himself that he didn't notice the pair of arms the went around him and sit beside him on the bed. When he finally did recollect himself, Martha was hugging him and Sonja and Tucker was at the foot of the bed, both looking worried. Wag groaned and touched his head, Martha rubbed his side gently.

"What happened?" She asked letting go of him.

"N-Nightmare," Wag mumbled. Sonja frowned.

"You've been getting a lot of those." She said.

"What's that?" Tucker asked. Wag followed his gaze and saw a blue gem in his hand, he jumped and dropped it in the bed, getting out of the bed as he groaned. Tucker grabbed Wag when he was swaying a bit. Martha looked at the gem about to touch it when Spirit Dianite interjected.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Dianite yelled. Martha recoiled, looking at the ceiling, supposedly where the spirit lingers.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Sonja, Tucker, take James to Jordan's towers. He has some beds for him." The Spirit instructed. Tucker looked at the gem.

"But what is that--"

"Did I stuttered Mianitee?" The Spirit snapped suddenly making Tucker and Sonja take Wag away instantly. Martha stared at the gem, getting off the bed. "This sort of explains what is going on with James."

"What is going on, Uncle?" Martha asked.

"I'm not sure but until I am sure, keep an extra close eye on James. I have an idea, but I am hoping that I am wrong." The Spirit said.