The first sight of this new world has become very welcoming for the three friends, yet also kind of twisted in a sense. What lies before them stands a tall mountain unlike any they have ever seen before. The mountain looks as if it were the outside of an apple were peeled and left alone in a large triangular shape completely hollow inside. The only thing colored in red is the very tip-top of the mountain. Who the heck knows why that is? None of the other mountain ranges around it are that red. Some of them have snow covering the mountaintops and floating rocks.

          What feels like noon to the team of three must be a few hours ahead for whomever lives in this realm. The sky is now turning orange depicting the time to be nearing sunset. And they have only been there for almost an hour. Time really flies fast here.

          Around the twisted mountain are also large craters with water rushing underneath them; it must be up to fifty feet at maximum. They are hiding beneath every crater in the land near every home-owned area in the land. The water matches the color of the sky at this time. A great source of that water is hidden under that twisted mountain and with it something else.

          At the base of the twisted mountain lies a city. Not much like the Wooso City back in Fillidore, but an actual urban city with skyscrapers, towers, monuments and everything! The silvery steel of those building structures shines brightly from the sun's reflection. A gondola sits right above the city with cables tracing the outer wall straight up near the top of the mountain. The largest thing Dreamfinder, Rachel and Figment can see in the city is a golden statue on top of a large white pillar holding something in its hand. Whatever significance caused the people who live in the city must have had some real good reason to build it and to build it so high.

           Again, Rachel brings out her camera and snaps an aerial photo of the twisted mountain and the city below. A mountain like this is nothing like the mountains back in California or anywhere else in the world for that matter. If there was art at home made to look a lot like this particular mountain, then that might be the only thing close enough to match the mountain here.

"That is one twisted piece of rock!" said Rachel, "How is it so hollow?"

"Mother Nature?" Figment replied.

"Impossible! There's no way she could make something like this, not that I doubt her power in general."

"Perhaps on Earth, she wouldn't." said Dreamfinder, "But in any realm it could either be made up by other beings residing in them or it could be us imagining these sort of things coming to life. In other words: mind into matter."

"You've been keeping that philosophy for a long time, haven't you." Rachel sassed.

"Never underestimate the power of the human mind, Rachel. Believe me, I've tired."

"When?"

"Right when my first adventure began with Figment."

"When was that? Over a century ago?" she snickered.

"Yes!" Dreamfinder exclaimed excitedly, "How'd you know?"

Dumbfounded she replied, "Uhhmmm...lucky guess."

"Hey you guys, check out that city down there!" Figment interrupted, pointing at the city.

"At least that's something to remind me of home." said Rachel.

"So shiny!"

"Those building must all be made out of solid steel." Dreamfinder inputs, "Let's check it out!"

"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" Figment raised his voice, "Let's go down there the fun way!"

"No Figment! Not again!"

"What's the fun way?" Rachel asks.

"It's super fun!" Figment exclaimed, "You gotta try it! Can we do it? Please, please, please, please, please!"

"No Figment!" Dreamfinder said again, "Remember the last time we did it? I almost broke my neck from- no, I almost DIED landing down to the surface like that!"

"We can always imagine something to break the fall."

"Fall? Break what fall?" Rachel asked, "Are you saying we jump down to the ground from the Dream Machine?!"

"YEAH!" Figment shouted.

"You're even nuttier than Dreamfinder is.....I LOVE IT! LET'S DO IT! I've always wanted to jump down from the sky!"

"No! No! No! NO!" Dreamfinder shouted in between, "I am not going to risk either of your necks for your amusements."

"Aw come on, Dreamfinder!" Figment groaned, "It'll be fun!"

"That's what you said last time when we jumped down five hundred feet in the air and landed in the Mexican border between there and California on the way to the D23 expo!"

"OLÈ!"

"And when we fell down from the first portal we've crossed over, too, tumbling down a hill to the ground and nearly breaking every bone in our bodies!"

"That one wasn't my fault! It was your chairman from the academy in London who pushed you in by accident. Remember?"

"Still! The point is that neither of you are jumping down from the Dream Machine. We are going to safely land this ship down to the ground like how a real pilot controls the landing and that's that!"

"Joy killer." Rachel mumbled.

"I DO NOT KILL JOY, RACHEL!" Dreamfinder shrieked, "I MAKE JOY HAPPEN WITH IMAGINATION! What you and Figment are intending on doing is making joy happen for yourselves with excruciating pain! I will NOT stand for it! Especially for you, Rachel."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Don't push it, girl or I'll turn this airship around and send you home to St. Peter's Town. That's where you from, right?"

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." Rachel moaned.

"Good girl."

          That certainly shut her up. The last thing Rachel wanted was to go home to her parents in California. They'd likely yell at her for getting fired by Disney and not coming home on time. Then again, when have they not yelled at her in general? Plus, going with Figment and Dreamfinder on adventures like this hardly comes anytime in a person's lifetime. Especially since those two are always searching for different worlds every so often that hardly anyone ever sees them on Earth. That's how Dreamfinder and Figment's rare appearances at social events get so wild as well as their stories of different worlds. Sadly, Rachel never got to hear much of them because of her fear of her parents pressuring her with their loud volume. Going home to relive those moments is something she does not want to do.

"But Dreamfinder-" Figment tried to go on, but got cut off.

"No buts, Figment!" Dreamfinder yelled, "We are landing this thing safely and soundly and I don't want to hear anymore of it."

"Aww..."

"So what were you doing in the Mexican border anyway?" Rachel asked.

"You don't want to know." Dreamfinder advised while rubbing his eyes underneath his goggles with his two fingers, "It doesn't exactly have a happy ending. For me at least."

"What? Does it have anything to do with a likeness of you as a piñata getting decapitated by Figment whacking it with a stick and having candy fall from your head?"

"...Yes." he quietly chirped, blushing, but making it loud enough for Rachel to hear.

"Oh. Sorry."

"That's alright. In a sense it was kind of funny."

"And delicious!" Figment added.

"Figment, you're making me feel worse about it." Dreamfinder said.

"Lighten up, Dreamfinder! At least your head didn't fall like what we could be doing now."

"ALRIGHT FINE!" Dreamfinder screamed, as he stood straight up from his pilot's chair setting the controls to autopilot, "YOU WANT TO JUMP DOWN TO YOUR DOOM, THEN BY ALL MEANS GO ON AHEAD! I DON'T CARE! Not you, Rachel! You're staying!"

"But Dreamfinder, I didn't mean-"

"No, no. Go right ahead. I don't mind anymore. You've got wings after all, so you should be able to fly yourself to safety."

"All by myself? But that's not as fun!"

"Then don't do it then."

"Why don't you drop down with Figment?" Rachel asked Dreamfinder.

"W-w-what- what do you- ...you were not just listening to me earlier?" Dreamfinder stuttered, "we almost died or at the very least broken every bone we have going down like that. I don't even know how we survived that time. Plus, someone needs to park the Dream Machine if two of us plan to go down there this way, which we're not."

"Okay then, you can land the Dream Machine while Figment and I drop down."

"...Am I talking to people or a couple of deaf brick walls? I forbid you to go down with Figment, Rachel. You'll die young and quicker if you do so."

"YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!" Rachel screamed.

"RACHEL!" Dreamfinder yelled gripping Rachel by the shoulders.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Rachel pushes Dreamfinder away from her.

          But when she did, Dreamfinder accidentally flips backwards over the railing and starts falling. Shrieks of shock filled Figment and Rachel's vocal chords echoing in their necks and stomachs. Dreamfinder screams as he plummets down the atmosphere without a parachute to aid him and break his fall. There is already too much fear rushing through his mind to think up of something soft to land on once he reaches the ground.

"DREAMFINDER!" Rachel and Figment shriek.

          In a panic and without thinking Rachel jumps over the rail and starts falling through the sky to save Dreamfinder. Figment follows her leaving the Dream Machine unoccupied to his creator's rescue hoping deep in his heart they will get to Dreamfinder before it's too late. Rachel falls, diving faster and faster, closer and closer to Dreamfinder. Dreamfinder's hat is already off of his head by halfway through the fall, falling all by itself to the surface. With his back against the upcoming ground, Dreamfinder's watches Rachel and Figment coming down to save him. Why did they just do that? Now all of them are about to get hurt! But Rachel and Figment keep on diving down to him. It seems they care more for Dreamfinder's health than they do for their own.

"Dreamfinder! Hold on!" Figment shouted, "We're coming to get you!"

          Reaching out her arms, Rachel tries to grab the Dreamfinder's arms. Finally she succeeds but doesn't know what to do next. She, too, has her mind full of fear of falling down and landing in a huge splat. She looks into Dreamfinder's blue eyes and sees his fear flaring in his irises nearly crying. If that does not make Rachel feel worse about what's happening now, who knows what will then? She closes her eyes tightly trying to think of a way to save themselves. Flying is just about the only way to avoid the danger. She thinks harder and harder to imagine herself flying again. The last time she did it at the D23 Expo was a huge flop. She has to make this work right now. Trying to get a clear vision in her mind Rachel imagines herself flying again, but it's not working. Dreamfinder notices what Rachel is trying to do. He sees that Rachel is on the right track of using her imagination to save them, but he also knows that there is more to using it than just thinking about it in her head.

"RACHEL! RACHEL!" Dreamfinder shouts. Rachel opens her eyes to Dreamfinder's shouting that interrupted her concentration. She hears him say, "Believe..."

"What?" Rachel said.

"You have to believe in your imagination, Rachel! Believe in yourself and you can do just about anything!"

          Trying her best to heed Dreamfinder's advice, Rachel closes her eyes again. Fear has flooded her mind again. There isn't much time left for them to be saved. Closer and closer they are falling to their doom. Rachel tries to imagine herself flying again, only this time she adds just a smidge of self confidence. If this works, she and Dreamfinder would be flying safely down to the soft grassy ground that awaits them. But if it doesn't, well...the ground would be greeting them a lot differently.

          Suddenly, they stopped falling. Nothing hurt them. In fact, they didn't even touch the ground. Figment stops diving just in time to see this happen. In midair, Rachel and Dreamfinder are gently floating! Rachel is flying again! Her imagination has saved them!

"You did it!" Dreamfinder happily announced, "You're flying again, Rachel!"

"Yippee!" Figment cheered, "You're safe!"

"What?" said Rachel in complete wonder, "Y-Yeah, I-I guess I did."

"You saved me." Dreamfinder added in a soft tone and now fondling Rachel's cheek in gratitude. Of course Rachel blushed, but at the same time she looked a little gloomy. "What's wrong? Aren't you at least happy we're alive still?"

"Yeah, I am." Rachel smiled a little, "Couldn't be any happier."

"By the way, who's controlling the Dream Machine?"

"What?" Figment and Rachel said at the same time with their eyes widened with disbelief.

          Rachel and Figment turns their heads behind them and sees that the Dream Machine is also plummeting down toward them! No one is driving the airship! Therefore the Dream Machine, without the power of imagination, is falling towards the surface ground.

"Oh snap!" Rachel shouted.

"Yikes!" Figment yells.

"Quick! Fly me up to the pilot's seat!" Dreamfinder orders.

"But didn't you just set that thing to autopilot?" Rachel yelled.

"I did! But that's not enough! Without the power of imagination, the Dream Machine won't fly as well as it should. In mere moments the airship will plummet down by itself and crush anything inside and out and anything around it."

"And I just finished decorating my bedroom today."

"Hey, less negativity! More flying!" Figment reminded.

          With their stomachs tightened, Rachel and Figment eagerly flies Dreamfinder back up towards the Dream Machine. Without a pilot to steer it, the Dream Machine cannot operate well. That means the Dream Machine will be dropping down and destroying anything it will hit. Time is of the essence! The Dreamfinder has to take control of the airship again fast! The three friends race back up to the sky trying to get close enough to the Dream Machine in time before it hits the ground. Like two mountain rams the Dream Machine and its riders race at each other ready to collide. It is like running against a wall the closer the Dream Machine is falling toward Dreamfinder, Figment and Rachel.

          Finally, they make it to the Dream Machine. They each grabbed onto the cable chord that's attached the machine to the balloon and are being pulled down with it faster than gravity. To Rachel, it's like riding the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror at Disney's California Adventure only with rocky obstacles in the way and without ever rising back up for more rounds. It's all downhill for everyone for where they are going unless Dreamfinder finds out what's wrong with the machine itself. Figment tightly holds onto Dreamfinder waving like a flag as Dreamfinder returns to his seat where the controls are searching for the problem and with it, hopefully, a solution.

"The Dream Machine is still on autopilot," Dreamfinder informed, "but I don't think it has enough power to keep it afloat! We'll have to conceptualize the Dream Machine to aviate itself if we don't want to be relinquished!"

"In English please!" Rachel yelled.

"The Dream Machine needs dream power in order for it to work! We need to use our imaginations to fly again if we want to live!"

"No problemo!" Figment assured, "That shouldn't be so hard!"

"Easy for you to say!" Rachel hollered, "You've got wings! You can fly yourself to a safe place if you wanted to."

"All together now!" Dreamfinder shouted, "Start thinking and believing!"

          That is really all they can do unless they want to keep ranting to their deaths. The three friends start imagining the Dream Machine to start flying again. Their faces are clenched tight as they think harder and harder and harder, gripping onto the rails as the Dream Machine continues to fall and bringing its riders to their doom. Believing the Dream Machine will fly again is most essential to bringing imagination to life. Even if Rachel alone is unable to believe the Dream Machine will be saved, Figment and Dreamfinder's imaginations are enough to power the airship to a satisfied stability. Still, Rachel is trying her hardest to join her mind with her new friends'.

          The gears in the Dream Machine began operating fast, turning and turning and turning quickly providing enough dream power for the ship to float. The purple steam rose and shot out of leaking pipes and pressure dials indicating that the Dream Machine is given too much power and is being overwhelmed by the pilot's thoughts. Finally, the Dream Machine started taking position. With the balloon still inflated the Dream Machine begins flying again. Seconds away from hitting the ground, the fore of the Dream Machine swoops upward into a big 'L' before crashing. Now the airship is gliding right over the grassy plain making the friends feel relieved for not plummeting onto the ground. The only worry now is landing this thing without breaking anything else around them, such as the nearby houses, the hilltops and the craters. At least most of the rocks are floating high above them.

"Whew!" Rachel sighed with some relief in her, "Barely made it!"

"Indeed!" said Dreamfinder, "The only complication now is where to land this thing."

"How about over there!" Figment suggested, "By that hill closest to the city."

"That's too close for me to park at this speed!"

"Can't you slow it down?" Rachel asked, regaining her panic.

"I'll try, but it's going to be close." Dreamfinder replied, "Hang on!"

          Dreamfinder handles the stick shifts and pushes them forward. The wheels underneath the Dream Machine inch their way carefully to touch the grass. Hopefully, the results won't result to extreme peril. When the wheels touched the surface, the grass has been cut and spewed behind them like a lawnmower on a hot summer day. This has increased the Dream Machine's speed almost twice as much as it did while falling. Dreamfinder slams onto the brakes very hard. Screams are yelled by all three persons onboard the ship as they approached the nearest hilltop standing between a small group of houses and the large city underneath the twisted mountain. Rachel slams her foot on top of Dreamfinder's right foot along with Figment's foot slamming onto Dreamfinder's left foot at the same time. Will it be slow enough not to slam onto the hilltop and crush Dreamfinder, Rachel and Figment with it? Nearly breaking the brakes, and nearly ruining Dreamfinder's shoes, the Dream Machine pulls up to the hilltop with its speed decreasing. Slower and slower they went until the very tip of the front rail tapped onto the hilltop indicating that the Dream Machine has finally come to a complete stop.

          It's all over at last. No more falling, no more crashing, and no more screaming. Dreamfinder sat in his chair quietly letting go of the stick shifts with Figment and Rachel standing right behind him. They all panted at each other thanking fate in their minds for not putting an end to them. For about a minute there was silence. And then Rachel began laughing softly. So much relief fell upon the poor girl for not dying she felt the need to laugh. Then Dreamfinder and Figment joined in on the chuckling. Ever so thankful for the fact that they still get to live.

          In the midst of that laughter, Rachel falls off the Dream Machine as if fainting. A loud thud hits the grassy ground with Rachel's face and her body facing down