Down at the foot of the mountain where the Dram Machine is parked, the Wooso crowd gathered for their farewells to their visitors. The half sun is shining high at noon, brightening up for the new dawn of a better reigning kingdom filled with both peace and imagination. With Flora as the new queen of Fillidore, she is free from her father's control and able to let her people believe whatever they want to believe. Ruling a kingdom is definitely going to take a lot of work. However, with all the support of her people, the staff in the royal house, and her three friends from Earth, she feels she has nothing to worry about anymore; at least for now.

          Now that the Woosoes are free and Flora takes the throne, it's time for Dreamfinder and his companions, who is no longer wearing any mineral paste or Wooso hair on their arms and faces, to continue forth on their adventure to find Spaceship Earth. It saddens all the Woosoes very much to see them leave but they knew they were going sooner or later. Especially since neither Rachel, Dreamfinder or Figment are immortals. Standing between her people and her foreign friends with the Dream Machine, Flora begins to say her heartfelt goodbyes.

"Rachel, Dreamfinder, and Figment." Flora began, "You will come back again sometime, will you?"

"Of course!" said Figment, "We'll even bring back some nifty stuff for you to see, if you like."

"That would be wonderful!"

"I believe it is safe to say that with you ruling Fillidore now, the Woosoes will be a lot happier with their new free thinking." said Dreamfinder, "And all that free thinking will come great improvements towards your civilization, I assure you."

"And you are welcome to return anytime you want to see it." said Flora happily.

"Flora," Rachel came in, kneeling down at Flora's height while Dreamfinder and Figment stood, "I have siblings back home who have supported me through harsh times against my parents. You and I, we come from two different families with the same personalities we had to live through all of our lives. Seeing you and me working together to get you where you are now, I consider you now as a little sister to me. And I will miss you terribly."

"I'll miss you, too, Rachel." Flora said, nearly crying, "If it weren't for you, your loving care for my well being and your strive to get me where I am today, I would never have gone this far in my young life. There are many more words in my mind I want to say about how truly grateful I am for what all you three have done for me, but I actually thought of another way." Letting go of Rachel's hands and calling on a couple Wooso warriors, she continued, "On behalf of the entire Wooso population expressing our gratitude for your heroism, I have proposed to have the term 'imagination' be put in our dictionaries and to have a statue of all of your likenesses be built at the center of our market place and in the royal hall so we may all remember your great deeds and pass the story on to future generations of our people."

          The warriors brought to them an image of what the statue would look like. Rachel, holding the shield she imagined up and used to bash with and rescue Dreamfinder, would be standing in front with Dreamfinder and Figment standing behind her. The statue would be made with copper, since gold and silver don't seem to be found anywhere in Fillidore, and stand on a stone carved pedestal. And on that pedestal there will be a plaque saying:


                  In dedication to Figment, Peeheinie and Rachel,
                  for whom we greatly appreciate for their bravery, intellect,
                  integrity and artistry in saving our kingdom from lack of
                  innovation and cultural loss.


"Wowie-wowie-wow-wow-wow!" Figment exclaimed, "That's great!"

"Cool!" Rachel also exclaimed in awe.

"Absolutely- ...wait. Did you spell my name to Peeheinie again?" Dreamfinder noticed.

          Rachel and Figment had to chuckle at that name again. It has become too funny to let Dreamfinder live it down.

"That is your name, is it?" said Frank, one of the Wooso warriors who guarded the dungeon before.

"No, It's Dreamfinder. Dream! Finder! One word!"

"Easy, Dreamer." said Rachel, trying to withstand her laughter, "Deep breaths."

"I told you!" said Denny the other Wooso warrior who also guarded the dungeon, "I said that it's Dreamfinder, not Peeheinie!"

"No you didn't!" said Frank, "You said that it's Peeheinie! You're the one who wrote it on the paper!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Oh yeah?" Denny yelled.

"Yeah!" Frank yelled back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Guards! Guards!" Flora interrupted, "We can fix that. Just scratch out 'Peeheinie' and put in 'Dreamfinder.' Simple as that."

"Yes, your majesty." both the warriors groaned.

"This is all such a great honor! Thank you very much!" said Dreamfinder.

"It is our pleasure." said Flora, holding up her hand to Rachel, "High five."

"High five." Rachel smiled, receiving Flora's high five, "Thank you so much. This really means a lot coming from all of you. Especially you, Flora."

"Again, it is my pleasure."

"Hey, let's take a self portrait of us four!"

          Everyone gathered around, Dreamfinder, Rachel, Figment and Flora together. Rachel takes out her Polaroid camera and aims the front of it at her and her friends. Click! She snaps a couple photos; one for Rachel and one for Flora to remember her, Dreamfinder and Figment by. Souvenirs to prove their friendship is intact as well as those different realms with different kinds of people are real. With pictures like these, it would put the belief of aliens and unidentified flying objects (UFO) by human suspicions to shame.

          The two girls hug one another. A person on Earth or Fillidore would hardly believe a sisterly friendship like this could form light years away from each other's worlds. Apparently, both a human and a Woosette have beaten this kind of odd. Letting go, Rachel turned to the Dream Machine and hopped onboard with Figment, after giving hugs to Flora as well, following her. As Dreamfinder finished saying his goodbyes to the Woosoes, he turned to board the airship. But before he got on, he was stopped by a swift grab on the sleeve of his pants by Flora.

"Master Dreamfinder," Flora began, "I need you to do me this huge favor."

"Of course. Anything!" Dreamfinder agreed.

"When Rachel came to the prison to see me, she said that I'm worth something to live in the existing world, but not her. That worthlessness is not what I see in her. Please help her believe in that."

"I will. I promise you."

"Thank you."

"Hey Peeheinie! Let's get going!" Rachel teased aloud receiving a small pout in return.

          After a short hug between the dreamer and the new queen, Dreamfinder took his seat in the pilot's chair. With his imagination, he made the Dream Machine start afloat. It rose higher and higher off the ground leaving the Woosoes below shouting and waving their farewells. The three friends returned their farewells as well, waving their goodbyes. The only Wooso Rachel kept her eyes on was Flora. She kept getting smaller from up above to higher she, Dreamfinder and Figment flew. She lost sight of Flora and the Woosoes when Dreamfinder opened another portal and drove the Dream Machine inside.

Goodbye Fillidore and goodbye to Flora as she said these last few words.

You will always be a goddess to me, my sister.

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          Now their surroundings are nothing more but blackness and blue stars all over again. They ride in between the different realms to their next destination. More blue twinkling stars passed by them as they went on. Behind them, Fillidore is now nothing but a little blue speck shrinking smaller and smaller and smaller, fading into the dark void of nothingness. Watching Fillidore fall behind made Rachel's heart sink. Suppose she would ever see Flora and the other Woosoes again. Maybe someday, Dreamfinder and Figment will bring her back there for a visit. But will Flora still be around by the time she comes back? The time-space continuum, in the case of imagination, is awfully unpredictable. One day, the three of them leave the dimension, and then the next time they come back it could possibly be a month, a year, or fifty to maybe a hundred years later in the future! It's possible for that kind of prediction to happen in any kind of world they'd come across. Even on Earth.

          The only thing that helped distract Rachel from this worriment was the blue sparks passing by and watch the Dream Machine fly towards a bright light. It's the same bright light she, Figment and Dreamfinder saw when they entered Fillidore, only this time this upcoming new world will be much different. All there now is the atmosphere in pure white; whiter than any shade of white that would be painted on a wall or a picture. A light like this would be bright enough to blind them, but for some reason it doesn't. Perhaps it might be a special glass to prevent the light from hitting them on their goggles. Or maybe their eyes are able to cope with that light. Thankfully, that light would not last long.

          Coming out of the light, finally, the Dream Machine enters the new world. Everywhere around them from top to bottom and all around the sky is blue littered with white fluffy clouds. Sailing through an ocean of sky, the clouds pass by them like waves. The sun is rising high warming up the three friend's faces as it reaches to high noon. Down below, the surface of the new world is a lot more peculiar looking. For some reason the atmosphere seems to be swarming with floating rocks! Some of which have grass covering almost half the rocks itself.

"Golly! The gravity must be lighter here than it does on Earth." said Figment.

"That's an understatement." said Dreamfinder, "What do you think, Rachel? Rachel?"

          Rachel didn't pay any attention to Dreamfinder or Figment. She is more focused on looking behind thinking if leaving Flora and Woosoes was the smartest idea. After all, Flora is young and just gained the throne. She might not know a thing or two about reality as much as she does now. Then again, neither does Rachel.

          Being the one who noticed Rachel's attention being directed somewhere else Dreamfinder spotted the photo of him, his friends and Flora in her hand. It's sad to leave a friend behind, he thought to himself. He can understand what it means to feel this way.

"Don't worry, Rachel." Dreamfinder said, holding her hand to show his support for her, "I'm sure Flora will be fine. We can always return there whenever we want to and check up on them."

"Sure." said Rachel, who didn't sound too convinced, "I'm going to go write in my log."

"Oh, that's right! I forgot to tell you something about your room. Figment, can you manage the controls for a moment? I'll be right back."

"Sure thing, Dreamfinder!" said Figment excitedly as he took Dreamfinder's seat.

"Come with me, Rachel."

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          So Dreamfinder leads Rachel back into the cabin. Inside, they enter through the hallway and then into Rachel's bedroom. Just as Rachel had left it, the room is in brown and mahogany red. It's totally empty inside but a closet, a window, and a warm bed. For Rachel, she figured Dreamfinder could have done better in setting up her room to better suit her comfort. Dreamfinder, however, thought otherwise.

"Other than what's in here right now I didn't bother managing what your room would look like considering we had only just met and I hardly know you so much." said Dreamfinder, "So I figured you could do the honors of imagining what your room should look like. Whatever pops into your head for furniture and wallpaper colors, in case you don't like these colors, you can make it appear and arrange it in any space you want. You've even got your own bathroom inside so we all wouldn't have to stress ourselves to share just one. Your room, your rules."

"Sweet!" Rachel said happily, "Thanks!"

"I'll leave you to your decorating and your logging. If you have any questions or need any help, let me and Figment know and we'll be happy to help. I'll have Figment come over to check on you later and if we find another place to explore."

"Thanks, Dreamer."

          Dreamfinder closed the door behind him as he left Rachel in her room. He feels confident that Rachel's room will look good as well as hoping it will match her personality and her best interests. Meanwhile in Rachel's case, she might do a little more than place furniture. Hilariously, she imagined her room to come to life in a split second!

"I'M DONE!" Rachel shouted, catching Dreamfinder just as he reached the cabin door.

"Done?!" Dreamfinder exclaimed in laughter, "Rachel, it's only been five seconds!" He walks back to Rachel to see what her new room would look like. She's probably joking around with him. "How can you possibly decorate your room within five- whoa..."

          True to Rachel's word, she finished decorating her new bedroom. She did it all in record time, too. The bed and the closet remained as they are, a new 5ft deck is built to fit a third of the room with a writing desk on top, a shelf of books stood on one side of Rachel's bed while a small nightstand stood on the other, two pothole windows gave the room some light added with curtain hanging beside them for privacy, a green carpet rug lay below at the door, and a stack of books with empty pages sat on the desk. There still isn't much stuff in that room, but overtime there should suppose Rachel stays there for a while longer. In Dreamfinder's case, he hopes it's forever.

          Dreamfinder saw this room in awe finding it unbelievable to accept the fact of how Rachel was able to finish doing what she would do to that room with five seconds! Then again, he could have done it himself in no time. After all, he is the Dreamfinder and with that he can come up with any idea from his mind on the spot almost every single time. There's a reason for saying 'almost,' more on that later. As for Rachel's bedroom, this is something to be impressed by.

"Wow! Good job! And you said you have no imagination." Dreamfinder smirked.

"I guess I have a little." said Rachel, "But I doubt that I even have enough to help you with finding out exactly where Spaceship Earth is now. As far as I'm concerned, that thing could be anywhere in any realm and it could take forever to find it."

"You're stressing again, Rachel."

"Just stating the obvious."

"This 'obvious' notion you have in your head is what's causing obstacles to appear and keep you behind on your goals. Start keeping an open mind and you'll not only be keeping your mind clear, but you'll feel much healthier that way both mentally and emotionally."

"If you say so." she sighed.

"I mean it, Rachel." Dreamfinder warned her in a serious tone, "I mean every word of it. Believe me, I've been through all of that and worse in the past."

"Sure...I'm gonna start logging in my books now."

          As if ignoring what Dreamfinder had just said, Rachel left him to sit at her new desk. She takes out a red leather book filled with empty pages waiting to be written on and opens to the first page. Grabbing hold of the feathered pen Rachel dips the writing tip into a small bottle of ink and begins writing. She starts her log out with a preface of her life where afterwards she will be writing about how she ended up going on this adventure.

          Seeing Rachel react like this at him has made Dreamfinder feel a little annoyed. It was as if he was just talking to a wall. Having Rachel turning her back to his face is making him believe she is not even listening him. It looks like Rachel is going to have to face her battles of fear and doubt the hard way just as he did once or twice before. Hopefully, she won't have to do it alone.

          Dreamfinder walks up to the deck behind Rachel and watches her write her new log. The first few sentences look well written. Perhaps Rachel could make a better living off of writing books instead of picking up trash in an amusement park; that kind of job should not be worked on by any brilliant person unless if it deems it to be voluntary.

          The book starts off with Rachel's life before she meets the Dreamfinder and Figment. Hopefully, the genre will begin with some happy memories of Rachel's childhood. Dreamfinder kept his full-on focus on the feathery pen writing its words. He hardly paid any more attention to the conversation they just had as Dreamfinder felt his feet being glued to the book.

"Uhh...do you mind?" Rachel asked.

"Huh?" Dreamfinder snapped out of his gaze at Rachel's voice. He must have been more absorbed to the book than he imagined.

"You're kinda hovering over me and breathing down my neck."

"Oh, sorry. I'm just curious as usual. I'll leave you to your logging. Can't wait to read it when you publish it."

"If I ever get home to make that happen to begin with."

"We will, I assure you. Just don't spend all day cooped up in here. You'll gain more material for your story by seeing what's out there in the different realms."

"Yes sir."

          Dreamfinder begins to leave Rachel to her newly decorated bedroom logging in her new book when something popped into his head. He turned around and said, "Oh by the way Rachel, I didn't get a chance to tell you how thankful and impressed I am on how you managed to trick the [former] Wooso King and save us from his plot of exploit. You've certainly handled the situation quite well."

"You're welcome, Dreamer." said Rachel, "And thank you."

          Despite the praise from Dreamfinder, Rachel did not seem so amused for herself. He figured that the girl is glued to her new log, trying to keep every one of her new travels up to date. But why keep them away from him and Figment. They both witnessed what had happened in Fillidore. What's to be ashamed about, if it could be called a shame for that matter? Dreamfinder didn't know. Not yet anyway. Perhaps it's best to leave her be for a while.

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          The Dreamfinder leaves Rachel and heads back to the pilot seat. There he finds Figment sitting in his chair working the controls to help the Dream Machine stay afloat. As Figment flew the Dream Machine his royal purple scales gleamed in the sunlight reflecting that light to the balloon on top of him. Being a part of the airship for as long as Dreamfinder has, the dragon seems to be pretty good at flying. After all, he's got two tiny wings to fly with himself. He began humming a little tune to himself as they flew onward with Dreamfinder standing behind hovering over his imaginary friend. The funny part about watching Figment flying the Dream Machine is that Figment's legs are way too short to reach the pedals below him. How can he possibly fly this thing with legs so short?

"Imagination, imagination." Figment hummed, "A