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They're not My Nightmares, Part 3The Guardian of Wonder had not slept for days.
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North’s attention was constantly one the globe, watching for when, not if, it would happen again.
Every day for two weeks now, strange things had been happening on the globe. The lights would flicker randomly, and then go back to normal. It did not happen on the entire globe at once as it had over a year ago when Pitch Black had returned. It would just happen in a single city, state, or region for a minute or so and then stop. There was no pattern that he could recognize in this phenomenon and no way to predict when or where it would happen next or for how long.
The “ripples” as he had come to call them were, however, becoming progressively longer. The first time had been in St. Petersburg, and the ripple had been so fast that North could have blinked at the wrong moment and not seen it. But the previous morning a ripple in Cape Town, South Africa had lasted almost ten minutes, t
They're not My Nightmares, Part 2Jack awoke with a headache that seemed as if it could split his skull in half. Cold, sharp wind howled around him, whipping up snow and ice in every direction, forming almost a cyclone around the barely conscious boy. Jack looked up at the night sky and, if not for his desperate situation, would have been stunned by the beautiful sight. All assortments of shades of red, orange, pink and purple painted the sky like a cascading rainbow against a sheet of black. He had seen Aurora Australis many times before, but a predominantly red Southern Lights show was extremely rare. At this sight Jack guessed that he really had reached Antarctica after all, and during a beautiful time. The nights were long and bitter this time of year for, although mid-summer in his Pennsylvania home, it was the dead of winter in the Southern Hemisphere.
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Slowly and painfully, Jack tried to stand up. He was crouched down like an injured cat when his beaten body,