As Rachel, with Yuna hiding and the little spark nestled safe in her arms, runs faster and faster away from the Academy Scientifica-Lucidus with her friends catching up to her. Her eyes are filled with tears, forged solely from the essence of her own fear. Her legs and muscles are ready to give out from her running and crashing through the glass windows of one of the two pyramids. And her mind is pounding and hurting tremendously with each stomp she takes on the ground. She cannot run for much longer.

          She hears the little spark below crying for her, cheering her on to keep going. The one and only purpose Rachel has right now is to get someplace secluded and safe where she could set the little spark free in peace without any outside and alarming interference. That is her deepest wish. In hopes to pursue and fulfill her ambitions, the blue necklace begins to glow again around Rachel's neck ready to grant whatever she desires. And for once, this wish is about to be granted with a price. As Rachel turns her head behind her, seeing her friends running just inches away from grabbing her, she grips the little spark tightly in one arm and grabs hold of the glowing gem in another and makes her wish.

"I WISH TO GO TO THE SAFEST PLACE THE LITTLE SPARK AND I CAN BE!"

          Loud and proud the gem hears Rachel's cry and arouses its full brilliance of light, almost as bright as the sun, engulfing the girl and the spark. By the time the Dreamfinder has reached out to grab the back of Rachel's shirt, his fingertips could not even touch the swift transparency that is overtaking his love's body. The tingling sensation of every fiber and particle of Rachel's being turned into tiny bits of light and then into nothing is beginning to sting her like tiny touches from the tips of needles from head to toe, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that she got away safely with Yuna and the little spark. Her only regret is leaving both Dreamfinder and Figment behind without at least giving them a hint of where she was going. That is, if she knew where she is going.

          With Rachel gone, all that was left for Dreamfinder to do was cry out and scream for Rachel to come back only to get nothing back at all, while Figment is there to comfort his sad creative friend.

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          Traveling with Yuna and the little spark, the blue light brings what's left of Rachel's particles into a dark foreboding void. There is nothing around her; nothing can be seen or touched. The light of day that Rachel had just previously felt and seen with her friends is gone. There is not a single sight of light, sound, or physical object of any kind to be seen anywhere. Still, the particles that once took the solidified form of Rachel are flying throughout the void like a rocket. There is no sense of fear or courage building inside of Rachel. The only thing she feels is the faint tingly sense intensifying in each of the million particles that have been separated. With every wave and curve that particles take, they start shooting towards a certain direction; one where not even the particles of Rachel themselves were sure, if even, of knowing where they're going.

          Despite the winds that are blowing over, under or through the particles as they soar through the darkness, there is still total silence. If you had your window down while driving a car or if you were flying a kite or an airplane, you would hear the harsh whooshing of soft winds or wind turbulence rushing by. In this case, Rachel can hear nothing. Not without her fully solidified ears anyway. This is where things start to get pretty horrifying. Without sound, sight, smell, touch, or even a thought to help Rachel find her way in this dark void, she can be lost in it forever! Could this really be the safe place she had desired for her and the little spark? If it is then she had just wasted a wish for herself, helplessly alone with no one to come and find her. Even Dreamfinder or Figment would be the less likely people to come and rescue her if she needed it. Or even worse: Nebulus could be around at the right place at the right time, waiting to finally capture her in his grasp. But for what reason exactly?

          In her fear of Nebulus creeping around in the void, she suddenly becomes aware of her own heart beating wildly in her rib cage. Funny. When Rachel made her wish, she hardly noticed her heart stopping or beating briskly, or any of her body parts stopping of slowing down for that matter. The particles are beginning to start solidifying her limbs into her original self again. The tingly sense Rachel is having is growing stronger. She can feel her arms and legs form and move. Her fingers begin to wiggle and stretch again. Her face is being reconstructed back to normal with her eyelids heavily closed. She can finally feel the cool breeze of the dark void's wind blowing at her newly reformed corporeal body. She can finally move again. She can touch things again. She can hear things again as the wind blowing at her whistles into her ears and through her head in large quantities.

"Mama! Mama!"

"Rachel! Wake up, Rachel!"

          The sudden cries of Yuna and the little spark ring like bells in Rachel's ears. She must be getting close to returning to her consciousness. Her eyelids fight off the weight it was having like it was large sty with its puss sealing the lids shut that required a lot of energy to lift even a centimeter. She sees the light brightening up into a dark orange-brown atmosphere. She feels a patting and bump pressuring the nerves on her head, cheeks and shoulders. Then Rachel can hear the soft tone of Yuna's voice beckoning her to open her eyes like a loving mother tenderly would sound when she softly wakes up child to greet the dawn. Her eyes slowly open to the blurry sight of a bright light in a ball of aura flickering right before her face. As her vision clears, she sees the little spark bouncing back and forth from side to side with excitement.

"Mama! My Mama Mama!" the little spark cheers.

"Are you alright, Rachel?" Yuna asks in her human form, as she kneels to Rachel's weak lying body.

"I...I think so." Rachel rubs her forehead, moaning. "Oooh...now I know how Meg Murray felt in 'A Wrinkle in Time,' traveling from the third to fifth dimension in a flash. Are you guys alright?"

"We're fine. That was quite a trip."

"I wouldn't know that. Up until the end, I hardly felt a thing except being dissolved into a million tiny dots of light."

"Mama! Mama!" the little spark, happy to see Rachel well, floats up and cuddles up in her arms and all over her face feeling the tenderness of Rachel's fair skin.

"Well, the good news is that you're finally safe, little guy...but...where exactly is here?"

"It is rather dark." said Yuna. "Though not as much as it was before. Let me clear it out real quick."

          With a couple of claps and a swish of her hands swinging towards the ceiling, the remnants of her aura illuminates into long streaks of glittering gold and blue light, shooting over the ground surface. As they reach towards the nearest wall, they start to rise high to the center top of the ceiling. It is in incredible length from top to bottom. Everything the lights touch is brightening up a majority of the atmosphere the girls and the spark are in. And much to Rachel's surprise, this room has struck an immense amount of familiarity.

"No..." Rachel gasps in horror in her whispers.

          As the light brighten up more, they find themselves sitting in the middle of a broken glass floor in a large foyer where underneath this glass is a set of rusted, bent up and mismatched gears piling on top of one along with some stone debris and a large branch sticking out from below. There are many doors around them: a broken funnel-like cone with the words "Sound Room," a large golden-bronze pot with faded rainbow colors on the top called the "Art Department," a large crippled flower which already explains itself of what kind of room it is, a large worn green book with golden letters spelling "Library," and a dully grayed tunnel of broken neon lights with missing letters in the words spelling "the Rainbow Tunnel." Everything else around them is either crumbled and collapsed or completely covered in wild vines and nature. The half-spiraled stairs that lead up to the second floor has been seriously damaged. Moss and willow vines are covering much of the walls and the rails on the second floor. Sections of the walls are cracked with snowflake designs allowing tiny insects and other creepy crawling creatures access to the ins and outs of the room. Cobwebs by the hundreds fill almost every corner of the foyer, while the rest of the floors are littered with chucks of stone and defective props. And yet underneath this large mess is a place that Rachel knows all too well and dreads to remember, enough for her eyes to start swelling with tears.

"Eli Finder's lab!" Rachel gasps.

"So...this is where it all began." said Yuna in a grave tone.

"It looks even worse than I ever imagined it to be. Everything is...completely destroyed!"

"Mama..." the spark sighs.

"Did the safest place have to be here?" Rachel moans.

"If you had asked me," said Yuna, "I would have taken you to a much wondrous place to be free and safe."

"That's nice, Yuna. I probably should have. Anywhere else is better than here."

"Mama? Mama Mama!" the little spark chirps.

"I can't believe I let this happen!"

"Rachel, it wasn't your fault." said Yuna.

"How would you know?!" Rachel yells. "You weren't even here when Uncle Eli was taken from me!"

"But I've still seen it, Rachel—"

"HOW?! How the hell could you have possibly seen what I've gone through; what the little sparks like this one has gone through? Tell me!"

"I...I can't tell you. Not yet. Trust me, Rachel. For now, it's best that I don't say a word about it until the next best time possible."

"Well that's just super. I'm in the ruins of what is left of that tiny crumb of childhood I got to taste with no family who wouldn't have supported me to begin with anyway and I'm away from Dreamfinder and Figment all over again! In fact...I...I...I could've sworn I heard Dreamfinder crying. I even saw him like that...at the academy...and..."

"Don't lose hope, Rachel." Yuna says softly, as she gently lifts Rachel's chin. "If I know Dreamfinder, he will come for you."

"Not after what I did, he won't."

"You had your reasons."

"No, it's not that. It's just that I real feel that Dreamfinder must have been in...never mind. It doesn't matter anymore. I might as well just live the rest as my life as a hermit in this god forsaken realm of an underground building...or wherever it's intended to be."

"Mama..." the little spark squealed to its discontent, it rubs itself against Rachel's cheek and purrs like a kitten to cheer up. Then all of a sudden, the spark starts to jitter itself. It perks up over the girl's height tossing its small head around. Something has got its attention.

"What's wrong, little guy?" Rachel asks. "Hey wait!"

          The spark shoots off at a terrific speed away from Rachel and Yuna and into the Rainbow Tunnel. As Yuna morphs back into her sprite form, she follows Rachel as she runs ahead after the little spark. The spark is fast, but Rachel is faster. It exits the tunnel on the other side where they encounter a room filled with strangely warped mirrors, all of them in different shapes and sizes. The room is abnormally tall like the room has been stretched into taffy; quite similar to the stretching portraits in the Haunted Mansion attractions. There is only one other door on the other side of the room, but the spark instantly remained floating in place at the very center. Both Rachel and Yuna finally catch up to this little spark all alone. Their breaths are in exhausted puffs and the blood running throughout Rachel's body is only just beginning to pump since she transported here through that void of darkness. As soon as Rachel lifts her head she finds the spark chirping and dancing in a bouncing circle as if it looks happy.

"Wow, you're fast!" said Rachel, gasping for air. "Listen, little guy, if you want to play you have to stay close to me and Auntie Yuna here."

"Um...Rachel," Yuna spoke as she transforms into her human form again. "I don't think this is a game. Look!"

          Yuna points out towards one of the mirrors. Just as Rachel turns her head towards that particular one, she sees the one—no, twosparks of imagination appear. Could this be a parallel image of the spark in the mirror? Possibly. There's only one difference, however: this second spark is colored in blue!

          This blue spark pops out from behind the mirror and playfully dances around with the other spark. Giggles are heard from both sparks as they play like innocent little children playing together on a kindergarten playground at recess. But once the blue sparks starts to look at Rachel on the sideline, it stops its playful mood with the other spark. The blue spark slowly floats right in front of Rachel. It studies her closely, inspecting whatever it is about her that's caught its awareness, and just like the first little spark it recognizes Rachel as the same individual it once saw before.

"My Mama!" the blue spark exclaims.

"My Mama! My Mama!" both of the sparks cheer together as they cheerily dance around the girl with glee.

          Rachel cannot help but giggle along with them. The two little sparks prance all around the girl like pixie fairies, chanting the same mantra over and over again and making Rachel laugh heartedly. But that is only the beginning to this pleasurable moment. Coming out from behind more of these wacky mirrors are more and more sparks in a whole variety of colors, enough colors to fill a rainbow! To Rachel and Yuna's surprise the small army of sparks all watch the other two little sparks frolicking around Rachel and start to sing the same song of praise, recognizing Rachel as their apparent mother.

"My Mama! My Mama! My Mama! My Mama!" said all of the sparks simultaneously.

"Oh, how beautiful they all are!" Yuna exclaims happily.

"You're...you're all here!" Rachel gasps. She then sobs, "All these years...I thought he took you...I thought you were all gone!"

"Mama!" the sparks cheered. "My Mama! My Mama!"

          All of the sparks gather around Rachel, cooing softly to their affection. A couple of them, one including the first spark Rachel had just rescued, are lying in her arms being held lovingly like an infant at birth. Rachel fondly cradles them close to her heart, feeling the glowing warmth building up inside by the sparks.

"I thought I'd never feel this feeling ever again." Rachel sighs happily. "You're all so warm...I missed you all so much."

"Aww...what dear things!" said Yuna with great delight.

"These sparks...these beautiful little sparks...their like infants waiting for me to love and take care of them. I remember they'd play with me when Uncle Eli was busy or when I was all alone by myself. To be called a mother by them...I've forgotten how badly I always wanted to be a real mother...have my own kids to love."

"Mama...Mama...Mama!" the sparks cooed.

"Mama play!" shouted one of the sparks. The rest of the sparks become excited out of that outburst. Many of the sparks start grabbing onto Rachel's arms pulling her to them as well as pushing against Rachel's back with encouragement. "Come play, Mama!"

"Um...okay!" Rachel blushes. "What would you all like to play?"

          The sparks suddenly split up into different directions. They each take their own route through whatever open doors there were left, disappearing from sight. Both Rachel and Yuna are left alone in the center of this empty foyer, standing there with a slight surprise caught up in their nerves.

"I guess we're playing hide-and-seek then." said Yuna with a warm smile.

"Alrighty then!" Rachel exclaims. "Ready or not, here we come!"

          So Rachel starts sprinting off towards the broken door to the Garden of Imagination Room with Yuna following behind her making sure she does not rip her dress in the process. Rachel pulls the door to the side and enters the darkness within it. Whatever light there was in this room it shone snippets of dead nature withering, fading away and dying. The long tall grass that once grew plentiful there has turned gray over the years. The flowers there are heavily drooping. They're drooping so low the center of the flowers touch the ground. All the bushes in there are nothing more than prickly tumbleweeds. The only advantage to that is that they are lousy hiding spots for all the little sparks to hide in, making it easier for Rachel to seek them.

"Hmm...now where or where could my little sparkly sparks have gone?" Rachel playfully asks aloud. The little sparks giggle from behind their obvious hiding spots. Rachel carefully tiptoes by each one of them pretending to not notice them. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

"Oh my..." Yuna sighs. "this poor garden."

"There you are!" Rachel exclaims, as she plucks out one of the sparks giggling from behind a dead bush. "I found you!"

"Mama! Mama!" cheered the little spark. "My Mama!"

"Thought you could hide from Mommy, did you?"

"MAMAAA-!" A couple of the sparks come buzzing right out of the dead grass in a frenzy. They tremble in front of Rachel and Yuna, scared out of their wits. They tug onto Rachel's sleeves as they try to pull her towards them.

"What is it?" Rachel asks. "What's wrong?"

"They seem pretty scared, Rachel." said Yuna.

"Mama! Mama!" the sparks swiftly flies off again away from Rachel and Yuna and back into the grass. One of the sparks starts floating and bouncing over the top surface of the dead grass. Its aura shines brilliantly with its light spiking out like a porcupine.

          Rachel and Yuna, who are starting to feel the worst of what is happening, they dash off to follow the frenzy little spark. The dirt and dead leaves are being dragged and flown off from their running and kicking feet. The musty air of the mold from the dead wood and bushes blow right in front and past their faces and somewhere into their noses, but they disregard the foul smell and continue forth to the spark.

          Coming up to the dead grass where the spark is, they are surprised to see what was in it. A giant rose as red and withered as a red leaf in autumn that's fallen from a tree is leaning over, moaning; its head heavily weighing itself down with only a dangerously thin and crisp stem to support itself. But that is not all. This particular rose has a face! Its eyes are big and half closed in is condition, the rosy red lips match its color, and its petals are drooping like drops of mucky water. The soil below it is