The dark night that's slowly going by, despite its comforting Florida warmth, is not enough for Dreamfinder to fall asleep. He stares up to the ceiling on the living room couch with Figment sleeping on the other side where his feet are. His arms are crossed together and his expression is blank. It's like he's lost sight in his awareness. Perhaps he's sleeping with his eyes open. That would be case if Dreamfinder weren't blinking them every once in a while. He lets his eyes trace the lines of the wooden ceiling trying to sleep to take him into a fanciful bliss, but nothing's happening. His eyes are still wide open and it's starting to annoy him. As the Dreamfinder, it's obvious he has to sleep to come up with some dreams every night. Tonight has become one of those nights where he wishes his dreams would take him far away from his troubles like they always did. He quietly sighs heavily with each passing minute.

          The thoughts of what had occurred, the short talk with Jess, and the plans to travel to Epcot Park has his mind whirling and body motionless he didn't even notice his foot twitch from its sleep and giving Figment a small kick in the rib. The little dragon quickly scrunches tightly at the kick and then slowly opens his big yellow eyes open halfway. He turns his head to Dreamfinder and notices how wide-awake he still is.

"What's wrong, Dreamfinder?" Figment yawns. "You can't sleep?"

"I have a lot in my mind, Figment." said Dreamfinder in a boring and tired tone. "I just never imagined everything that's happened today to just...well...happen!"

"I know, pal. I was surprised, too. We all were! But there's still no reason to dwell in the past for so long when there's already going to be a brand new day waiting to greet you. And everyone knows you can't meet that new day without any S-L-E-E-P, sleep. How about I tell you a story?"

"Okay."

"Let's see now...once upon a time, there was a man who traveled the world searching for...for a...a wonderful thing! The man didn't know what kind of thing he was looking for, so it made his search harder and harder. One day, the man, he...he came across a little flying reptile-"

"A dragon, Figment?" Dreamfinder clarifies sarcastically.

"Yeah, a dragon!" Figment exclaims. "This dragon flew up to the man and guided him through many hard obstacles through jungles and mountains and oceans and deserts galore. Taking a quick break for tea, the man watches a woman go by. She was beautiful and fair with long locks of brown and eyes as earthy as...Earth. As she skips by, the man follows her, followed by the dragon. He chased her high and low with his heart beating loud like drums and his eyes as big as baseballs. Finally the man caught up to her and realized that this woman was the 'wonderful thing' he had been searching for. And just when the man was about to express his feelings for her, the woman, she-"

"She slaps the Chairman and runs away." Dreamfinder states, killing the mood. "Figment, I know your story is really about me and Rachel. And it's not helping me out at all."

"Oh, you do? Oh, you do?! ...Well you're right." said Figment with defeat. And then he comes up with another idea saying, "Hey, how about a glass of milk?"

"I'm too full from supper."

"How about soft music?"

"Not in the mood."

"Counting sheep?" Figment suggests.

"Mmm...no, but go ahead and try anyway." Dreamfinder agrees.

"Yay!"

          Figment flies out of the covers and flies out the window. The window opens and, with the power of him imagination, he transforms himself into a purple sheep prancing from the windowsill to another in multiples. More and more Figment sheep leap in a single file as they happily chant the sheepish cries.

"Baa!" Figment chants. "Baa! Baa! Baa! How ya' doin, Dreamfinder? Baa! Baa! Feeling sleepy yet? Baa! Baa!"

"1...2...3..." Dreamfinder yawns "...4...5...10...36...twenty-no Figment, wait! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"What's wrong now, Dreamfinder?" Figment stops.

"I'm watching you turn into sheep," Dreamfinder starts, rubbing his eyes, "I start thinking of you, then I start thinking of 'ewe,' which is a different spelling meaning 'sheep,' and in Hebrew, Rachel means 'sheep.' So now I'm thinking of Rachel all over again and I'm picturing her constantly bouncing by. Therefore, I still can't sleep!"

"Aw, Dreamfinder!" Figment moans, as he changes back to his dragon self and hovers down over the couch.

"It's hard, Figment. It's so hard. It's not like I can just forget today in an instant."

"You know what I think? I don't think you're really mad at Rachel at all."

"What?"

"I mean, I'd imagine you being upset that her taking that spark away in general is a good enough reason-"

"Yes...I supposed it was necessary for her to have done it. It did need to be freed."

"But it's obvious that what Rachel did today was really more of a service to both the Academy Lucidus and maybe herself, too. And the way you reacted when Rachel ran off from the Academy? You're not upset that Rachel stole that spark. You're upset that she left."

"And this helps...how?" Dreamfinder asks.

"Because it's the truth." Figment replies. "And the sooner you accept this hidden truth, the faster you'll heal."

"Have you been reading one of my books in the Dream Machine?"

"No, I read something about some psychological situations in one of the books on your shelves back in London."

"The Chairman's nuts for not accepting you into the Academy in the beginning."

"All I'm saying is that even though Rachel may be gone, you'll still get to remember the good times you-we had with her."

"..."

"Why did you really decide to allow a guest into one of our journeys through imagination? I mean, really?"

"Figment...I..." Dreamfinder could not finish his sentence.

"Other than having me around as your imaginary friend, you're lonely." Figment reveals.

"..."

"Dreamfinder?"

"...You didn't need imagination to figure that one out." said Dreamfinder.

"Then why Rachel?" Figment calmly asks.

"She's...I don't know. In London, I've seen very beautiful women throughout my life, including this girl from my childhood, Victoria Hemmisworth."

"Oh, I remember her! The girl with the blonde locks and the green eyes you had such a big crush on in your elementary school."

"Yes, that one. Of course, that didn't work out well. From then on, London was full of lovely women in all the lower, middle and higher classes and yet, added that I never had the time for a relationship since I was struggling to provide for my family, none of them appealed to me. And then in the past year after we arrived in the twenty-first century, I've seen many lovely women roaming about and I still couldn't find a woman to love. But coming to California...at the expo...seeing her before me offstage...wow! I only insisted on bringing Rachel onstage as a volunteer for our performance just so I could stand next to her. And in just a matter of seconds, I got to know her name and where she lived. And the potential she has in imagining things to come to life; the way she managed to fly? I didn't even expect the results to come out just like that. It was as if that...that...if there was ever a mirror that you could walk up to that shows who and what your other half, your soul mate would look like, it was Rachel's reflection I saw looking back at me...and for once in my life I felt like a whole man. I had hoped in my heart that she wasn't a dream, but a dream come true. And thank heavens she is! I've never imagined how a girl like Rachel would have been crafted so carefully, so lovingly, and so perfect for me. I wanted her so bad, Figment. She's beautiful, she's kind and funny and bright and, at one point or another, brave. And the way she treats her friends like Flora and Álvaro and us...she's all I ever wanted, Figment...all I ever want.It kills me still to see her all broken up inside and out. And imagining her father not raising her well to be the beautiful woman she is meant to be as she's told me numerous times just infuriates me! I mean, why?! Why, why, why, why, why? Why would he...why would anyone cause her grief? Why did I? ...And that's what got her to run away in the first place. She ran away from home, her family, her friends, her life, and now me. She ran away from me because she's scared. She was scared of being mistreated again by me. But, Figment?"

"Yes?" Figment whispers.

"I...I..." Dreamfinder stutters. And then he sobs, "I did hurt her. The threats, the slapping, and everything that I did out of my anger and frustration, I did to her. I never wanted to hurt her. I wanted to love her. Figment, I love her!

          All of a sudden, Dreamfinder pulls Figment into his arms and cries loudly on Figment's shoulder. His arms are tightly wrapped around his dragon friend's body. The wings on Figment's back are squeezing and pressing in behind his back. His small purple head is raised up to the ceiling with his unnoticeable ears listening in torture of Dreamfinder's heartbreaking crying. But Figment smiles softly and firmly hugs Dreamfinder back. His warmth enters his creator's chest as he nestles his head onto Dreamfinder's shoulder. Though his arms could not reach all the way around Dreamfinder's body, he's making Dreamfinder feel safe and secure again despite the agony his creator is having.

"It's okay, Dreamfinder." Figment murmurs. "I know you do."

"I love her, Figment." sobbed Dreamfinder. "I love her so much. I want her back. I want her with me."

"I know."

"Figment...I'm going to find her. I'll find her even if I have tear through every portal to every realm imaginable! No matter how long it takes...forever, if even."

"And I'll be there with you when you do."

          The sobbing continues on until Dreamfinder finally starts to calm down. His eyes have all been drained out and his tight wrapping arms relax. Drenched in tears, the Dreamfinder finally closes his eyes and sobs himself to sleep the rest of the night off with Figment sleeping on top of him and in his arms. The young dragon's humming and sleepy sighing has soothed Dreamfinder to fall from dusk to dawn in his blissful fantasies once again.

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          The morning light of the Florida sun brightens up the entire sky with its ever-changing transformation of color. The night was a dark violet, then a light pink and yellow orange, to a bright crystal blue. The palm trees rise to greet the day as the sun radiates off their luscious green branches that spreads like a over blooming of flowers. Like yesterday the clouds, white and fluffy as they are, soar high and fly with the gentle wind. The ocean tides receded overnight as the night chill started getting warmer. It's a new day in Cocoa, Florida.

"I'm sure gonna miss you guys." said Alex.

          As it turns out, much to Spark and Capri's delight, Jess Harmony agrees to let Alex stay with them until he completes his studies at the Academy Scientifica-Lucidus. The Dream Machine is parked right outside the house and on the street, ready to set sail to Epcot in a sea of clouds and sky. Seeing Dreamfinder and Figment out, Capri, Spark, Jess and Alex Wavers are about to say their goodbyes.

"We'll miss you, too, Alex." said Figment.

"It's certainly nice of you to take Alex into your home, Jess." said Dreamfinder in good spirits.

"Well, you've helped Capri get into the Academy in the first place." said Jess warmly. "It's the least we can do."

"I wish you can stay longer. You'll come back again, won't you Uncle Dreamfinder?" Capri pleadingly asks.

"Of course we will!" said Dreamfinder. "For whatever occasion that comes up we'll both be here. And we'll definitely be here when the two of you graduate from the Academy."

"That's right!" said Figment with excitement. "And then we'll celebrate it together with a big party with balloons and ice cream and games and everything!"

"Awesome!" said Capri happily.

"Bibbity-bun! That'll be fun!" Spark rhymes.

"Still the King of Rhyming!" said Figment. "Don't ever change."

"Well, I guess we'd better get going." said Dreamfinder.

"Have you got everything" Jess asks. "Your map, your lunches, disguises, and groceries and our phone numbers?"

"Yes, we've got them, Jess. Thank you."

"Check, double, and tripled checked!" Figment said. "We're all set to go!"

"Good luck, you guys!" said Alex. "You'll keep me posted on what happens over there, right?"

"You bet'cha! And we'll fill you in on all the juicy details as we go along if we can. Maybe we'll be able to bring back something neat."

"I wish you the best of luck, Alex." said Dreamfinder, offering his hand for a handshake. "Study hard."

"I will, sir. Thank you." Alex breaks off the handshake and hugs both Dreamfinder and Figment together saying, "Oh, and uh...if you see Rachel again out there, give her my thanks, too."

"We will. Let's go, Figment!"

          Packed with the essentials Jess had provided them, Dreamfinder and Figment step off the front porch of the house and board back onto the Dream Machine with Dreamfinder on his pilot's seat and Figment perched on the railing behind him. The Dreamfinder starts pushing and pulling the levers and switches to the start the Dream Machine and sure enough, with puffs of dream power exhausting from the pipes, the dirigible starts levitating from the ground. As the Dream Machine lifts up, the two heroes watch their friends- family waving to them and shrinking smaller and smaller as they go higher.

"Don't stop dreaming, everyone!" Dreamfinder calls down to them from above, tipping his hat and waving goodbye.

          With a pull of one lever, the Dream Machine starts flying west, further inland in the state of Florida. As they press farther forward away, the Harmony residence and the Academy Scientifica-Lucidus appear to shrink tinier and tinier until both locations are not visible anymore. Who knows how long it will be until they return again? Neither of them knew, but what matters most now is moving forward, never looking back.

          So Dreamfinder and Figment start their trip to the very heart of the Florida state: Orlando. As they soar through the clouds, they notice their shadow of the Dream Machine swimming below them on the cloudy surface and diving to and up from the green-earthed ground. Flying at the height they are above sea level, hardly anyone had noticed the Dream Machine floating by. But those that did would point up to the sky and wave their arms and hands up to them hoping they would get a wave back in return. Only Figment was able to notice a few of them and return the gesture while Dreamfinder, who he tipped his hat to some folks down below, focused on keeping the dirigible steady at this current altitude.

          About forty minutes have passed by since they left Cocoa City and have now arrived in Orlando. To the southern western area of the county is Walt Disney World, the place where one out of four parks is their destination: Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, Disney's Hollywood Studios, and Epcot. Seeing as how it is very populated in Orlando, the Dreamfinder carefully lowers the Dream Machine down through the clouds and glides above the city. Hopefully, with all of the Disney Universal Parks down there to distract the civilians, they won't notice a small blimp hovering down the surface and floating over to Epcot.

          This is the first time Dreamfinder and Figment have ever been to Epcot. They have been told about the one certain attraction that was solely dedicated to them and their adventures and what the story plot in it is about, but not once have they ever been inside. There has been word that the "original version" where they had Dreamfinder portrayed in it with Figment was the best version of the, apparently, three versions the ride underwent. But when they took out the "Disney Dreamfinder" out, everyone became really upset. This bitter attitude of his disappearance may have sweetened up a bit when the real Dreamfinder and Figment first showed themselves to the twenty-first century after defeating the Articulate Army in 1910 and traveled forth in time.

          The problem in Dreamfinder and Figment's fame, however, may work against them on their mission to find the spark of dream power in the park. So long as the dream duo remains famous, they fear that flocks of Disney fans will come crowding them into a corner and assume Disney had finally organized their Disney version's return. If they get caught, they'll never get away.

          To avoid anyone from seeing them, Dreamfinder drives the Dream Machine around the far western side of the Epcot park through a small stream with two aisles of trees behind a winding road in the backstage areas of Epcot on their left side, or as some Disney Cast Members would call it the "Avenue of the Stars," and a road called "Epcot Resorts Boulevard" to their right. Following the map Capri and Jess had given them, Figment tells Dreamfinder to park the Dream Machine behind some trees on the Avenue of Stars where ahead of them is a pathway cutting through the backstage entrance between the United Kingdom Pavilion and O Canada!. With the Dream Machine completely turned off, the two of them slip back into the cabin in the back and change into the disguises they were given. Dreamfinder strips off his traditionally vintage blue dress coat and pants, top hat and red violet vest and dresses up in his white shirt with a red tie, plaid vest, beige paperboy hat, blue pants and his black shoes. Meanwhile, Figment gets dressed up in an American patriotic outfit with a striped and starry Uncle Same hat, a dark blue dress jacket filled with white stars, and the American flag.

          Fully dressed in their disguises they cover up their transportation with some leaves and tree branches for camouflage, making sure the Dream Machine remains unrecognizable for the time being. Dreamfinder takes Figment in one of his arms and a bag of his own clothes in another starts walking through the streets of the back lot. Tens of real Cast Members are roaming about going about their own businesses and not one of them took interest in them. With the right kind of clothing, especially if it's made specifically for Disney employees, it can hard to tell who is real or fake. Those that were watching them as they are passing by can only see Dreamfinder, not as the "Dreamfinder," but an ordinary Cast Member with a "plush" Figment doll in his American ensemble. All Figment can do for now is keep up a fake smile and non-blinking eyes to fool the staff as Dreamfinder carries him through the streets. Once they found themselves completely alone, Figment gasps for breath and pants.

          Taking a look at the Google Map of the park's backstage area Capri had printed out for them, they come an intersection on the road leading either forward or to their left. Should they go forward, they'll be entering the "O Canada!" Pavilion. Should they go to the left, they'll find themselves right behind the "Journey Into Imagination with Figment" building where the ride is housed in. Shooting for the obvious solution, the Dreamfinder and his Figment in disguises turn leftward towards the Imagination