"You really think we can find him?" he asked Joe and Bobby as the rest of the people drifted away.

Bobby clasped a hand to Harry's shoulder, and nodded his head. "Like I said, bad dreams happen for a reason. If your special boy is out there, I know you can find him."

Joe clutched his hands to his chest. "Oh Harry, you're going on an adventure," he crooned wistfully. "A quest for true love!"

"Nobody said anything about true love," Harry mumbled, his cheeks glowing red. But it didn't sound so wrong to hear someone else say it out loud. Did he really have a love out there? If he did, he realised with some urgency, just how had he lost him?

It didn't matter, he decided with a determined shake of the head. He'd figure it out along the way. His dream was telling him to go search for the blond boy with the silver eyes. So good Noel, he was going to find him.

"Where should I start?" he asked. He knew his friends were late for work now; the clock tower over the workshop told them so. But Harry knew he wasn't going to work at all, how could he! So he hoped his friends would be forgiven a few minutes tardiness for his cause.

"Hmm," said Joe, tapping his finger against his lip. "Are you sure you don't know his name?"

Harry sighed, his breath coming out like a little puff from a steam train. "Can't think of anything at all," he admitted.

Bobby shook his head though. "The whole town sang about him, and no one know who you were talking about. He must be in another land."

"How exotic," Joe added with a bat of his eyelashes.

Harry dropped his hands to his side and tried not to lose hope. "But there are hundreds of lands!" he cried, panic rising in his chest. "Where do I start?"

One of the big barn owls from the woods swooped down and sat on the railings that led up to the workshop's front door. "You should talk to old Bones," she towit-towoed in a reassuring manner.

"Oh yes!" a squirrel agreed hastily, running up the snowy path to their feet. "Old Bones always knows what to do when people have having trouble remembering, you should go find him!"

"Bones the dog?" Joe asked the animals with a frown. "Doesn't he live in St Valentine's Land?"

The squirrels tittered in a chorus. "He got kicked out of there ages ago," one of them offered up. "I think he went to Diwali Land."

"No, no," said another. "I'm sure someone said he was trying his luck in Kiss A Ginger Land."

"Ooh, my favourite," one of the squirrels said dreamily.

The owl shook her head. "He always goes back to Halloween Land of all places, and if nightmares are the cause of your problem, you might want to head that way anyway."

Harry chewed his lip, a little apprehensive. "Okay," he said. "If you think he can help? But, how do I get there?" He'd never left Christmas Land before, and he had no idea how he might go about it.

"My mum did it once," Joe said, scratching his head. "Went to another land. She jumped down an ice hole."

Bobby shuddered in horror. "That doesn't sound pleasant!"

"It wasn't," Joe said with a frown.

The owl tutted. "The best way by far is going down the chimney in the town hall," she said sagely. "But of course, you can't just go straight to one of the other major holiday lands, you have to go down to go up."

"What does that mean?" Harry said, hope bubbling in his chest. If he could find this 'Bones' character, maybe he could help him find his lost love. Surely that was worth any risk?

The owl spread her wings, and took to the air. "Well why don't you come with me" she said warmly. "And I'll show you?"