Dreamfinder, Figment, and Alex start walking out of Fye's office and back into the hallways just in time for the students in the academy to finish their current classes. The space in the hallways is filling, turning into a sea of crowded students and imaginary friends old and new. Many of them who see Dreamfinder and Figment together in public are filling up with joy and inspiration. Among those students is Capri with her own friend, Spark who, from a distance, can see her great-great-great-grand uncle with his own imaginary friend, Figment. With Spark fluttering his little dragon wings behind Capri, she pushes through the student sea and rushes over to them in reunion.

"Hey, Figment! Uncle Dreamfinder!" Capri calls out.

"Hello, Capri!" Dreamfinder shouts back. "How was class?"

"Bark, arf, ruff! It was really tough!" Spark rhymes.

"Aw really?" Figment groans.

"It wasn't so bad." said Capri, trying to keep a positive look. "It could have been worse."

"What was the subject?" Dreamfinder ask.

"Calculus. Oh by the way, I called my mom before class started and she says that you are all welcome to stay at our place for a while. I can even show you a couple of inventions Spark and I have been making while you were gone."

"Splendid! Thank you, Capri! I'd love to see what you've been inventing."

"SLUMBER PARTY!" Figment cheers.

"I-I can teach you Calculus." Alex jumps in front of Capri, stuttering. "I'm...I'm really good at it." It seems Alex is still having a little fling fluttering inside of him for Capri.

"Oh, really?" Capri perks up. "That'd be great!"

          Trying not to tease Alex, all Dreamfinder and Figment could do is chuckle quietly behind Capri and Spark. The young Katkin notices the chuckling and gives a strict smiling look at his playful friends and as Capri turns around, they stop laughing. For the most part, they try to keep a straight face but only Figment that's ending up sniggering.

"Now what is so funny, Figment?" Dreamfinder said, faking his charm from his hilarity.

"What? You were laughing, too!" Figment laughs.

"I most certainly did not!"

"Yes, you did!"

"I didn't!"

"You did! Now stop denying it! You're ruining all the fun."

          But in the midst of Capri's giggling and Alex's hidden blush, a male student comes through all the other students. By the looks of his running ability, he looks pretty desperate. His sweat is beginning to show, his hands are in fists, and his face is flushed and upset. He does not look too happy.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" the boy shouts and pants at the same time.

"What? What's wrong?" Capri worryingly asks.

"It's Mr. Fye! He's on the ground and he can't get up!"

"Fye?!" Dreamfinder shouts. "Where is he?"

"He's at the Sherman Auditorium!" said the desperate student. "He was just passing by and when we came out he started fainting!"

"FYE!" Dreamfinder, fearing for his friend, dashes off to the auditorium with his friends following frantically behind him. Along the way, his top hat falls off and is collectively scooped back up by Figment.

"Dreamfinder! Wait up!" Figment shouts.

          But Dreamfinder would not listen; he is much too worried over the fact of his sprite friend getting hurt, let alone not being able to stand up at his age! His scared heart is beating really fast and really hard inside his rib cage like an intense wrestling match. The closer he's getting to Fye, if he can find the auditorium to begin with, the worse his panic attack is increasing tremendously high. With his friends and grandniece following behind him, they pass through many of the hallways and cut through so many corners. He sees his reflections on each side of the walls running alongside with him, each imitating the same expression on his face. His eyes are wide fear, his fists are hard as rocks, and the stomping of his running feet are as loud as a raging storm, echoing with every step.

          They reach the Sherman Auditorium entrance together and just as that one despondent student said, they find a crowd of frightened students surrounding Fye and a pair of paramedics trying to help him. Figment and the Dreamfinder pushes through the crowd and they, to their horror of seeing him in pain, join Fye at his side. It seems that, thankfully, Fye has not fainted completely, but he does look a little pale in his bright shade of sky blue. Capri and Alex stand together with the students watching with the crowd as Spark hovers over them with the rest of the other flying imaginary friends.

"Fye!" Figment exclaims.

"Dreamfinder...Figment...you've come." Fye pants.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine, my friends. It's nothing serious, really."

"Nothing ser— Fye, you're not in a good condition!" Dreamfinder shouts. "How can falling and not being able to stand back up not be serious? Especially at you—" Dreamfinder drawls, stopping himself from the mistake of calling Fye old. He then asks, "How did this happen? Who did this to you?" But Fye says nothing. He lets the crowd of students wait in suspense for an answer he doesn't seem to be comfortable to say. "Fye, it's us!" Dreamfinder yells. "You can tell us anything. Think of the students!"

"It was..." Fye started, "It was Dr. Channing."

"What?!"

"What? Oh gee! How can this be?" Spark asks in his traditional wording.

"I insisted him to set that little spark free after you and Ms. Rachel ran out, but he wouldn't listen. He just pushed me out of his lab and closed the doors behind him in his anger. I was heading to Chairman Auckley's office to report this, but I think my legs are not as limber as they used to be."

          Everyone is shocked. The students exchange their comments and murmuring to each other of the professor's sudden assault. And to do this to this to an elder who is also an executive of the Board of Directors is just wrong. It's just plain wrong! Capri's eyes are locked at Dreamfinder's. It's clear to Dreamfinder that she must have had a great interest and respect for Dr. Channing and his devotion to the academy. Now, she is starting to feel not so sure if all that the professor has done is even true. Alex, seeing how broken Capri must be feeling inside, takes Capri's hand and squeezes it firmly.

"Okay, Mr. Fye Where does it hurt?" asked one of the paramedics.

"Down here..." said Fye weakly. "On the tibia to the knee, I believe."

"Figment, will you stay with Fye for a moment?" Dreamfinder asks with a very throaty growl in his tone. The thought of anyone beating, throwing, kicking, or in this case, pushing his friends around and leaving them behind in the dust has made him infuriated, but he didn't want to show anyone his anger. He stands back up, leaves from the group resigning Fye to the paramedics, and politely advances by Capri, Spark, Alex and the rest of the student body back down the path he came.

"Uh...sure, Dreamfinder." said Figment. "But where are you going?"

"I'm going to have a little chat with Dr. Channing and teach him the meaning of the word respect." Then Dreamfinder yells "And then I'm going to KICK HIS POSTERIOR STRAIGHT TO THE MOON!"

          Dreamfinder runs back through the hallway with his anger fueling his speed. His teeth are clenching with rage. He's almost ready to scream his lungs out on the way there. The images in his mind are developing very negative thoughts. To Dreamfinder, this may be the most infuriating moment imaginable.

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"What are you doing with my little spark?" Dr. Channing shouts.

          Returning from a quick errand, Dr. Channing catches Rachel attempting to save the little spark from his possession. Seeing this, the professor is quivering to his shock and his upcoming rage. It was bad enough dealing with Fye in releasing it, but now Rachel trying to take it away by force has reached over the limit of his patience.

"Did Fye tell you to confiscate them from me?"

          But Rachel remains silent. The fear boiling up in her just by looking at this man has made her freeze up like a stone statue. There is definitely something familiar about this scene like it's all déjà vu, and in this déjà vu must lie a very dark memory. Rachel is caught red-handed, but now is not the time to give into her fears and scream. She must now sum up her courage and finally face the professor head on.

"Where did you really get this spark?" Rachel asks with a quiver in her tone.

"I've told you already." Dr. Channing reminds. "I found it wandering around in the Imagination Pavilion at the Epcot Park fifteen years ago for research."

"You stole it."

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did! I would know because I saw you do it."

"Saw me? How would you—"

"A man named Eli Finder disappeared in Epcot at the late turn of the century of 2000, which was exactly fifteen years ago. His occupation as Cast Member was to portray as a meet-and-greet character, but not just any character."

"Yes, I have heard of him, but—"

"On the day he disappeared," Rachel continues, "he was in his workshop doing what he did best undercover: creating sparks of imagination like this one right here. Beforehand, he had an assistant who used to help out and learn how these sparks were made and how greatly influential they are to the world. But the assistant grew jealous of Eli's work and tried to take and use the sparks for himself and his own projects. Despite the warnings the assistant had been given, Eli had to fire him. I remember seeing him storming out outraged and mad. And in his madness the assistant wanted to get even with Eli. So shortly after he was fired, he came back with a dark and powerful force that's eaten everything in the workshop from the sparks to the props and furniture to everything that had been made physical with the power of imagination. And once it finished everything it saw, it took Eli and disappeared with him while you stood there alone trying to hoard all of the escaping sparks until were you able to collect at least one of them, this one! And that monster that had taken Eli Finder away is rarely known to most, but to us we call him Nebulus."

"Mama?" the little spark started to cry. "Mama?"

"Do you know who I am, Dr. Channing?" Rachel inquires ominously.

"Wha-...who...who are you?" Dr. Channing asks in his astonishment.

"Think back. Think back to the day when Nebulus attacked the workshop and took away Eli. Was there anyone else who was there when it happened?"

"I...I..."

"ANSWER ME!" she shouts.

"I-I-I don't know!" Channing sputters loudly. "I've never seen you before and I don't remember seeing anyone else in the workshop."

"Ah! You see? You DO know about the workshop when you said you didn't and you WERE there when Eli was kidnapped when you said you weren't! Those were your first two lies! Now tell me the truth! Who else was there when Nebulus attacked the workshop?"

"I don't – I don't remember who...wait." Something sparks into Dr. Channing's mind. His memory is fuzzy, but in the midst of it like a fuzzy television he was able to get a signal. His eyes grow big and wide and his mouth drops to his realization. "Wait a minute, I do! I do remember! It was me, Eli, Nebulus, and..."

"And?" Rachel drawls.

"I believe...there was this child. There was a little girl...like the one in the security footage Disney gave us. I remember her screaming when Nebulus arrived and...and..." That is when Dr. Channing finally understood. He takes another look at Rachel and studies her face carefully. Like the little spark, the professor sees a very striking familiarity in Rachel. He pictures her to the very best of his recollection: much smaller, shorter but long hair, same frightened face, and the same fire in her eyes. Flustered and upset, Rachel stares at the professor coldly, but underneath she is all the way too frightened to look at her opposer. Ending up with the same results in mind for a visual reference, he's finally grasped on to the girl's identity. "YOU?!"

"Me." Rachel admits plainly. "My name is Rachel, and I was there when you and Nebulus took Uncle Eli away from me!"

"Yes. I remember you...as a child!" Channing breathes, as he starts slow and small steps towards the girl and the little spark. "I've been searching for you for years to get some answers out of you. To tell me the secrets of the sparks of imagination you and Eli have held precious when they've should've been all mine!"

"Eli had the right idea to fire you before things would have gotten out of hand. You wanted to use them for you own selfish reasons...for power! And now look at how things turned out. And once you did away with Eli and captured the little spark, you lied to everyone in the academy saying that it was all just the fault of that...that monster...when you were just as equally involved as he was. You lied to them that you found the spark himself and have been given special permission to study it. But you weren't studying it; you've been trying to control it! To use it to your own advantage in order to gain the respect you've always felt was rightfully yours, giving yourself the credit of handling all of those sparks when Eli and I were the ones who were taking special care of them. You left me all these years to rot myself in a prison of fear and guilt when I could have been given a second chance in having a great childhood and a better understanding for my misunderstood youth. And for that, you've ruined everything! Eli's gone, the workshop is gone, my childhood's been destroyed for good, and because of you I've been living in a horrible reality with a background that even with a basis of fact, no one would believe me! I hardly believe that even Dreamfinder or Figment would believe me if I tell them. You, of all people, are the reason for my loneliness, my pain, my suffering, my guilt, and my grief! I have a mind kill you on the spot with whatever I've got."

"I'm not scared of you, girl." Channing, who now standing right before the girl and grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, says coldly. But Rachel immediately takes Dr. Channing by his arms, maliciously knees his groin with his voice shrieking like a little girl and pins him down on the table next the little spark in its capsule, shouting with all of her hate at him.

"YOU SHOULD BE!" she clamors. "Now where is he?"

"Wha—...who?"

"You know who I mean?" She slams his head on the hard metal tabletop real hard.

"Uhhh..."

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Okay...take it easy, kid. I'm—"

"TELL ME! TELL ME WHERE HE IS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?"

"Nnnngh...! Now why are you asking...a question that you...already know the answer to?" Channing said, gasping for air and repeating the question Rachel had previously asked. "He's with Nebulus."

"Where?" Rachel growls through her teeth.

"Like I'm going tell you? All I can say is that he's become perfectly comfortable there. And he's already begun to lose all hope in being rescued. And on top of that, he's lost hope in you." Suddenly, Dr. Channing breaks free of Rachel's grasp, grabs her by the neck and then pins her down to the table top. The littler spark starts frantically crying out to Rachel in its own language as Rachel starts choking in Channing's hands. The professor leans closer down to Rachel's face and utters to her saying, "And now that I finally have you in my grasp after all these years, I'll bet you're just dying to join him. Shall we see if I'm right?"

          Choking her harder and harder by the second, the professor watches Rachel desperately struggle to gasp for air. Her voice is squeaking higher and higher until it's starting to crack. Her eyes begin to roll up and her muscles are starting to lose tension. She is losing the battle. She's going to be choked to death. The only upside to it is that Dreamfinder and Figment may probably beat the crap out of Dr. Channing once they find her dead. But what if he hides the body? Well, even then, her friends are bound to learn that she's missing anyways and come look for her. And what if they can't. It will all be completely for her. Then again, what was there to begin with anyway? She knows she's lived a worthless life. No friends, no family support, no dreams to dream about, there's nothing left in her life to look forward to. She's waited for sweet death to come and take her from the very beginning and it's finally come knocking on the door. Perhaps now may finally be the time to answer death's call and invite it in once and for all. It's time to give up.

          The little spark attacks the glass wall furiously. It tips the capsule side to side and making it jump up and down, but the capsule won't budge. Not even a single crack would show. The spark starts crying to Rachel. Crying and crying and crying ever so loudly that even its sound isn't enough to get it out. A little spark of imagination in its current state over the years has become too weak to make a dent on anything. Then Yuna's voice starts crying out her name. She can hear Yuna telling her to fight this grasp of darkness and to break free from the professor's custody. But for once, that's not helping her either. Who is there left to help cheer her on? Not her dad; he's obviously failed her as a father. Neither can her mom; not once has she ever told Rachel to be strong or ask for help when needed. Eli's not here to save her. And as supportive as they would be, her siblings really wouldn't know what else to do to help her out of this.

          But suddenly, her ears are starting to play tricks on her. She thinks she's hearing Dreamfinder's voice softly calling out to her. In a golden light within her imagination, she sees Dreamfinder standing before her. His kind smile and tender spirit caresses her soul whole like warm sheet and a hug desperately desired. He attentively holds out his hand to Rachel waiting for her to take his. She did ask God to send one of his angels to take her away from the madness she has considered to be her life. Has Dreamfinder become Rachel's guardian angel now? Did God really send Dreamfinder to be with her with Figment for a bonus? Possibly.

"Take my hand, Rachel." Dreamfinder's dream self lovingly commands. "I promise nothing bad will happen to you."

          Hearing those gentle words coming out from that gentle man again has made Rachel remember the day they first met; the day Dreamfinder had her brought to his presence that had resulted in having her fired from her dream job and swept away in his embrace. All that may have been fate waiting to have happened for what may have seemed it'd taken thousands of light years to happen. The Dreamfinder's hand fondles her cheek mildly like it's a touch of mercy. Imagine how crushed and destroyed Dreamfinder will become if Rachel gives in to Dr. Channing's cold, icy claws of death. This may be the last chance Rachel is getting to break free and be with Dreamfinder and Figment once again. Rachel slowly reaches out and takes both of Dreamfinder's loving hands. As she does, the dream Dreamfinder yanks Rachel right into his arms and holds her tightly.

"Don't let go of me now, my dear." he tells her graciously,