Alex immediately felt a sort of pressure on her chest. It was almost as if someone had punched her. She doubled over, and tried to get air into her lungs. After several failed attempts at breathing, Alex blacked out.

~~~

There was darkness everywhere. It the strangest dream Alex had ever had. She walked throughout the pitch black darkness, searching for any source of light. And suddenly, the darkness turned blindingly bright. She shielded her eyes, and focused on the figure in front of her.

"Good," the figure said, moving forward. The closer the figure got, Alex began to distinguish his appearance. He was a boy, obviously, and he had wings that spread out from his back that were as white as the space around him. His hair was a white-blonde, and he appeared to be no older than Alex, maybe even younger. His eyes were the faintest of blues, and his skin was pale.

"What's so good about this?" Alex asked, rubbing her head. She felt sick. "Were you the one who made me black out?" She got up from the floor, and clenched her fists, ready to beat the crap out of this boy.

"The good thing is that you can actually see me. And yes, I was the one who made you black out. I couldn't think of anything else to make you go unconscious." He sighed. "My name is Blake. I'm guessing that you're Alex?"

"I'm not telling you my name. How can you talk to me?" Alex was nearly yelling.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. They're coming. Please help!"

~~~

Alex's eyes fluttered open. She looked around. She was exactly where she was last; the ferris wheel.

"As far south as we can go. I'm thinking southern Florida." She had her jacket tied around her waist also. "How do you feel about Miami?" She didn't look at Kasey. She just looked forward, her crimson hair swirling around her face. She went through her 'dream' again to try to make sense of things. When she saw the boy- Blake, she didn't hear anything from his thoughts. It was strange, and frightening.