I'll Be Dog-Gone (25)

I'll Be Dog-Gone (25)

Viridian -- The Kingdom of the Thunder Dragon

Mr. Roarke walked over to Viridian. “Do you know what fantasy you would like to have?”

She dug her hands into her pockets and smiled at him. “I can go anywhere?”

“Yes, and be anyone-- do anything.”

“Well, I am quite happy being myself, but there is a place I would like to see...”

She paused for a moment, then gave into the impulse and told Roarke what her fantasy was.

He smiled and nodded. “Come with me and you will be there in moments.”

Viridian clapped her hands in delight and turned to wave goodbye to the others. “Wait!” Chryse cried and ran up to Vi and dropped a small device in her hand. “Take this comm. That way, you won’t get left behind-- where ever you are going... WHERE are you going?”

Viridian grinned at her. “I’m going to paint some mountains.”

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Mr. Roarke brought her to a small shed. He elegantly motioned for her to enter it. “In there, you will find the way to where you want to be.”

Vi looked askance. “In a shed?”

He smiled. (All Vi could think of was the phrase, ‘Rich Corinthian Leather’) “Trust me,” Roarke told her.

She eyed him dubiously, then exhaling mightily, she stepped up to the old wooden door, opened it and quickly stepped inside.

The world swirled around her and she grabbed the nearest thing she could reach in order to keep from falling over. That thing happened to be the head of a young boy. Vi gasped from surprise and stepped back. The boy was dressed in a long tunic wrapped around him and a pair of pants. His hair was black as were his eyes and he had high cheekbones and bronze skin. He grinned at her. “You okay lady?”

Vi stared at him, realizing that he had spoken to her in a foreign language and that she had understood him. She nodded at him, open mouthed then looked up to see where she was.

No wonder she was having a hard time breathing. The air was thin up here and the view was breath-taking. The Himalayas rose up before her.

The little boy giggled. “I’m Jigme,” he told her. “I’m your guide. Welcome to Bhutan, lady.”

Raven-Kat -- “ROARKE!!!”

Rae bellowed, stomping towards him.

"You've frelled up this time, sir." one of the bartenders tells him before retreating to a safe distance.

"You have frelled up this time, Roarke." Rae informs him. "You have five microts to explain why Sunny looks ready to kill someone."

Roarke took a cautious step backwards. This woman was not one to mess with. "Well, I gave her what--"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Rae demanded in a voice that has half the guests on the beach staring at them.

"Well, I--" Roarke paused and looked around. They were no longer on the beach, but in a boxing-ring. "Oh, dear..."

"You are soooo dead." Rae informs him. "You did okay on my fantasy, but you frelled up big-time on Sunny's, and I want to know WHY!" She powders her hands and reaches for a pair of wraps.

"Get frelled." Rae snarls down at him. They are back on the beach, Roarke lying face-down in the sand. "AND WHERE THE HOLY HEZMANA IS MY COMM???"

She drops the un-used wraps onto the sand and walks over to where Ragnar is standing, staring in confusion. One minute Rae had been yelling at Roarke, then they had been... gone. Then, when they had reappeared, Roarke was unconscious.

"Don't worry. He won't retaliate. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and apologize to Sunny."

Ragnar stared after her in confusion. He'd never known Rae to apologize to anyone for anything. Must be something in the water...

SunAeryn -- Rae found Sunny

sitting in the look out on the mast of the long boat.

"Hey, Sunny! How the frell did you get up there? There isn't a ladder, no rope." Rae commented, trying to figure out how she was going to get up there to talk to Sunny.

*She sure is weird* Rae thought.

*I heard that! I know I'm wierd, I don't need you to tell me.* Sun responded in Rae's mind.

Rae looked up, her mouth hung open.

*Better shut it, 'fore you catch something you don't like.* Rae heard Sun, again, in her mind.

"How the frell?" Rae asked

*It's part of my wonderful 'talents'* Sun answered, sarcasticly

"Sun, this is ridiculous! I can't keep yelling up at you." Rae said, hoping that Sunny would come down.

Before Rae knew what was happening...she was flying up to the look out.

"What the FRELL!!!" Rae screamed.

Sun just smiled, *Rae, calm down, I'm not going to drop you.*

When Rae could breath again, "What happened? How did Roarke frell up?"

Sun sighed, "I think it's because this Island had no clue how to interpret the ship that took me from the Center."

"Rae, I do apperciate you wanting me to have happier memories of my childhood. It wasn't all that bad, well up til I was taken from Earth." Sun added

"Your from Earth?" Rae looked shocked.

"Yep...I'm from Erp." Sun smiled

"So what kind of ship was it? And what's this 'talent' stuff you keep talking about?" Rae was almost afraid to ask.

Sun stared out at the ocean.

"'Talent' is a human term for people that are telepathic, telekinetic, or something similar. I am telepathic and telekinetic. As for the ship..." Sun sighed.

"Wow, so that's how you move so fast." Rae laughed, "The ship, why is it so hard to talk about?" she finished, noticing that Sun didn't really want to talk about it.

"The ship was Scarren. I don't think they have taken anyone else from Earth...I just don't understand how I was the lucky one." Sun finished

Rae just looked at Sun, "How old were you?"

"I was about 7 years old, I think. I do remember being at the house with Dorotea and everyone else at the Center. But that's about it." Sun looked at Rae.

"That's probably why Roarke frelled up. So it's not really his fault. It's not really anyone's fault. It's just the way it is." Sun told Rae

"You didn't really hurt him to bad, did you?" Sun asked as she 'moved' them both down to the deck.

Kaybe0 -- Watching Sun and Rae ‘come down’

to the boats deck, Kaybe shook her head and grinned. She sure had some amazing friends. Now, she needed some help from them. "Hey Kay", said Sun. "Why haven't you gone to the island? Don't you have a fantasy?" "Sure do". Kay said, "But, first I need a little help. I need to know if this can be done. Rae, can you cast a spell on an object, and have the magic last forever?" "Well, maybe not for ever, but, for a very very long time." she responded. "What do you have in mind?" Kay showed her what she had gotten in Pern and explained what she wanted. The three walked back to Rae's room, and she very quickly, to Kay's amazement, did exactly what she asked. Giving Rae a big hug, she smiled, and thanked her, and went to tuck her gifts back into her room for safe keeping. Then, with a wave, she got into the waiting speedboat, and was taken over to the island. Seeing Artist explaining to Ragnar what was going on, she hoped that he would forgive them taking his boat, as it was for the best reason. And, no harm was done to it. "Are you ready Miss Kay?" asked Roarke by her side. "Yes, Mr. Roarke, I believe I am very ready." said Kaybe taking his arm, and walking off with him. Taking her to a small thicket, he smiled, and bowed, motioning for her to go on, and left her there. Taking a deep breath, Kay walked through the trees, to a clearing on the other side.

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There it was. The house of her dreams. 2 stories, bay windows, balconies, porches, and all. Her girls waved at her from their various places on the porch. Her oldest daughter's babies, were playing nearby. Her two golden retrievers and Honey were romping through the grass, and came running when they saw her. Their home was nestled in a clearing, surrounded by trees and mountains, and a breathtaking view of the valley, that held a lake. Kay knew without seeing, that her room would have a picture window overlooking this, and so would the den. She knew every detail of the house. It was, after all, the house of her dreams. Everything felt allright in the world. She felt esctatically happy, and best of all, at peace. She noticed with a grin that every little detail had been added, when she saw the jeep cheroke in the drive. But, where was he? This was a very big part of her dream. An important part. And, then she saw him, walking toward her with a smile. He was really there! The man without a face, that she had dreamed about so many times.

Chryse74 -- “And you, Miss Chryse? Are you ready?”

Chryse took a deep breath and nodded. Roarke led her to a glade in the woods. In the center of the glade stood a palace. But not an ordinary palace (as if there was such a thing), but one built by fairies, by the Sidhe. The most beautiful music lilted out of the building and into the clearing. Chryse looked around to thank Roarke, but he was already gone. Shaking her head in amusement, she started walking toward the palace gates.

At the gates, she was met by the most beautiful man she had ever seen. A bit taller than her, dark, shoulder length hair, piercing black eyes, hawk nose, slender and singing with the music playing. His powerful baritone resonated around the bard and she was entranced. She stood there listening to the singer as he took her hand and led her into the castle to learn Sidhe music.

ArtistStudio -- “Don’t you know I’ve been living my

fantasy all along?" Artist says as Roarke ushers him to a high mountain lake.

"You have a fantasy that you can only live here," Roarke says. "As you are a colleague, when it comes time to use that tool - what you do here will remain in this place and be seen by those who should see it in this valley outside. The tools will be in the cave when you need them."

Artist stares into the scenery and tears start in his eyes. Someone is there - long, slender, starved looking.

"Go," Roarke says softly. "And this time, don't be ashamed of how you say goodbye."

Artist doesn't spare another glace for his fellow illusionist. He races to the side of the one he loved so long ago - running like the wind. There is no time to spare. So little time - so much to say - a last gift to give - one that should have been given long ago.

JilaCosa -- “Get through the Labyrinth...

....get through the Labyrinth*

Jila chuckles to herself. She can still her Hoggle, the dwarf that works for Jareth, mumbling to himself. He never understood why anybody would want to 'get through the Labyrinth'. After a couple of wrong turns (geez I can't help taking those wrong turns no matter where I go :) ), Jila comes out of the border walls and into the Labyrinth itself. The first section is made of stone, with walls 8 and 9 feet high. And to make matters worse, just when you think you've found a pattern the walls shift slightly, blocking one path while opening another. It is unfair, but Jareth wouldn't have it any other way.

The first real obstacle is the doorguards. There are two doors and you must choose the correct door to go through. In front of each door stand two dog-like creatures behind one shield. One of the creatures is right side up behind the shield, the other is upside down. The challenge of this obstacle was to keep from getting sidetracked by their humor while trying to figure out their logic. And they were always laughing. Well, it was time to do it. In order to keep going she had to choose.

"I see you want to try one to try one of these doors" The creature on the bottom right says, to which the creature on the left continues "One door leads to the Castle at the center of the Labyrinth, and the other leads to......."

"Ba Ba Ba Bum!" They all chime in.

"...Certain Death" The one on the left finishes

"Ooooooooh" They conclude, laughing

"So which one is which" Jila asks, she knows what happened the last time she was through here but these things have to happen in their own way.

"We can't tell you." Bottom right say. "We don't know." Bottom left.

"Ok, so I'll ask them." Jila says pointing to the right side up creatures

"But you can only ask one of us." The creature on the top right says. "It's in the rules," continues the one on the top left. "On of us always tells the truth, and one of us always lies. He always lies."

"I do not! I tell the truth!" Top right cries indignantly. "Oh, What a Lie!" retorts top-left

"Answer Yes or No." Jila says to the left hand guard. She thinks about the movie and asks her question the same way Sarah did. "Would he tell me that this door leads to the Castle?"

"Uh..." The creature on the top left ducks behind the shield to talk with his upside-down partner "What do you think? Really?" He peeks back over the top of the shield at Jila "YES."

“Then the other door leads to the Castle, and this door leads to Certain Death.” Jila says, smiling. She’d thought about this logic problem over and over. How do you tell which one is telling the truth and which one isn’t.

“He could be telling the truth.

“But then you wouldn’t be, so if you said he said yes, the answer is no.” Jila reasons

“I could be telling the truth.”

“Then he’d be lying,” Jila answers, still running the logic patterns through her mind. “And the answer would still be no.”

“Is that right?” Top left asks. “I don’t know I’ve never understood it.” Top right replies.

Unfortunately, Jila still didn’t know whether she had the answer right, so it came down to eenie, meenie, minie, mo. She chooses a door and walks through quietly. Nothing happens, Whew. On through the maze she walks, watching where the Castle sits in relation to where she stands. She sees the old man sleeping in the chair with the strange bird/hat on his head. Someone else must have just come through because the bird was just then saying “It is so stimulating being your hat!” to the old man. Through the next set of doors with the talking door knockers and a wide circle past the Fire Gang. They were okay to play with for a short while but too soon they got pretty rambunctious. Around the big stone wall, and then face to face with the worst odor imaginable. There was no way around this one, it is the Bog of Eternal Stench. (‘Picture if you will’, ammonia, skunk, methane, tar, and rotten vegetables all rolled up into one) There is only one way across the Bog and, if Jila is lucky, it is still guarded by a small fox by the name of Sir Didymus. Yes, she was lucky, as there he stands waiting.

“Hello, Sir Didymus.” Jila says quietly, trying not to breathe too deeply

“Ah, My Lady, you return.” Didymus says taking her hand.

“Yes,” Jila says through the hand she holds over her mouth and nose. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat I must keep going.” Jila tries to get to the bridge but Sir Didymus keeps jumping in front of her. Oh why does he have to choose now to want to talk.

“But I cannot let you pass.” He says jumping in front of Jila one step away from the bridge. “I have sworn by my lifeblood no one shall pass without my permission.”

* Of course. * Jila stops, the smell of the Bog of Eternal Stench can really scramble your thought processes. “I am so sorry Didymus, may I have your permission to cross the bridge.”

“Yes. “ Sir Didymus bows fully at the waist “And remember, if you need me…”

“Thank you.” Jila bends quickly and kisses his furry cheek, “I’ll call if I need you.”

Carefully, step by careful step, Jila crosses the bridge over the Bog of Eternal Stench. Care is also needed for a few yards after the bridge. Hoggle told her the first time she was here that if you get any of the goo on you, you’ll smell bad for the rest of your life. Just as Jila reaches clean air, a voice catches her by surprise.

“Well, if it isn’t you.”

Jila looks around quickly trying to find the voice. It is Jareth leaning against a large boulder. He is so handsome. White hose, knee high boots, a white waistcoat with a tall, stand up collar.

“Well if it isn’t you.” Jila says with a smile, tilting her head just a bit to the side.

“I haven’t taken your children, as I promised,” Jareth asks, truly wondering, “so why do you come here?”

“Just to see you, and perhaps to dance and hear you sing again.”

Jareth takes out one of his small crystal globes and rolls it from one hand to the other and back again. In a flash they are inside the globe which is decorated in an English Ballroom style. Jila sees that she is now dressed in an incredibly beautiful, full skirted Ballgown; lace, ribbons, jewels, the works. Jareth takes her in his arms and the violins start to play.

Sixth Sense Dreamer -- “What IS my fantasy?” she thought

She'd wandered around for a while, oblivious to the gang, the surroundings...just being alive was overwhelming. Naturally, she hadn't realized in her coma state that she was near death, but now that she was out of danger, the reality had sunk in deeply.

*I could have died!* she thought as she walked along a lone stretch of beach, idily kicking at stones. An occasional seashell would catch her eye, and she would pick it up and look at it, really look at the intricate patterns that made the natural beauty all that more wonderous to her. Then she would get lost in thought again, the shell slipping out of her fingers as she walked on, stearing at nothing and everything. She never really worried or wondered that her friends hadn't noticed she was back, (Save the exception of Ragnar, but 6th didn't ever figure the big viking lug would ever let on to anyone if he did have any 'soft' emotions) Her friends cared about her, she knew that, but now, here on this island, they were completely caught up in their own personal fantasies, and 6th didn't want to spoil their fun, or take the light away from the mental experiences they might be having. She began to wish she HAD a fantasy, something she could enjoy while her friends had fun, until they were ready to go on with their trip.

There wasn't any hurry to go. She just wished she knew what she could ask for. 6th was familiar with the concept of Fantasy Island, but she'd never seen the show, and other than Tattoo's cry of "Look boss! De Plane! De plane!" she didn't know what the rules were, what she could ask for, any thing about the place really. It was interesting to her, for there was so little she didn't know SOMETHING about!

"What are you doing, lady?" a voice behind her asked. 6th looked back...and then down. She eyed the little man for a moment.

"Tattoo, right?" she said finally, as the little man nodded vigorously.

"Boss said to come and get you, lady." he said, holding out his hand. 6th just looked from his hand to his face.

"Why? I don't have a fantasy. I'm just killing time here until my friends are ready to go."

Tattoo shook his open hand at her insistantly. "Boss told me to get you, so you come with me, lady. Best to do what he says. He always tries."

"Not that I'm worried about him getting mad if I don't, but alright." 6th said, allowing herself to be pulled down the beach by the little man.

"You'll like it, lady."

"Why do you keep calling me lady?" 6th asked.

"Boss said, you are 'Lady'. He said call you that."

"Does he ever explain things to you?" 6th said.

"I know what I need to." he shrugged. They walked down the beach for a while, until 6th noticed the small hut in the distance. She knew it hadn't been there before. They got closer, and 6th could see the man laying in front of the hut on a beach chair. She realized of course that this was the guy who ran the place, Mr. Roarke, or whatever his name was, 6th wasn't sure. As she and Tattoo walked up to him, 6th saw that he was holding an icepack on the side of his face. He took it away as she approached, and 6th's eyebrows shot up.

"Who hit YOU?" she asked. Mr. Roarke squinted at her, his black eye already swollen. He gave a half-hearted grin.

"Alas, Lady, one of your friends was less than happy with the results of her friend's fantasy. It seems that I cannot please everyone." He handed the ice pack to Tattoo, who ran off in search of fresh ice. Mr. Roarke stood, stretched, and put an arm around 6th's shoulders. They walked.

"Now, Lady, I can't have you just wandering around here doing nothing. You've already interrupted one of the guests fantasies."

6th shrugged. "No biggie, it was just Ragnar."

"Everyone is entitled to their own peace." Roarke said.

"Ragnar will never be fully at peace until he comes to terms with the fact that we, me included, are a part of what makes him feel peaceful, not the cause of his anxiety." 6th said.

"Exactly, My Lady." Roarke said, the tone of his voice filled with such an odd reverence that 6th looked at him, startled.

"What do you mean, exactly?" she asked.

"It is partly the comments and thoughts you have, such as those, that make you who you are...and what you are." Roarke went on walking, but 6th stopped.

"What do you mean, WHAT I am?" she said, suddenly filled with anxiety, although she didn't know quite why.

Roarke stopped, looking at her, his hands folded behind his back. "Nothing bad was meant, My Lady. But you have not become fully aware of exactly what you are to others. You hide behind your various jobs, your quirks, your everything, to keep yourself from fully realizing your potential. What you ARE, my Lady, instead of what you force yourself to be."

"What does that have to do with my fantasy?" 6th said, confused. "And what am I? I'm 6th, the secret agent, the kick-butt chick who doesn't push that fact, the..." she was about to go on, but Roarke held up his hand.

"You can be all of those things still, my Lady. But none of that changes what you ARE, and always have been."

"Well???" 6th practically yelled, "What AM I then? And why do you and that little guy insist on calling me 'Lady' like I was something special?"

Roarke almost looked surprised. "I honestly find it hard to believe that you don't have an inkling of the power you have."

"What power? What are you talking about?" 6th was yelling now, angry and confused. She began to see how one of the gang had punched this white suited guy.

Roarke took her face in his hands, and 6th was still. He looked at her, and 6th, undaunted, looked back. They stood there, gazes locked for a full minute, before Roarke finally shook himself and pulled away.

"My apologies, Lady. You do indeed have it."

"And 'it' would be..." 6th looked at him expectantly.

"You are a Muse, Lady."

6th laughed, "I might be amused, but..."

"My lady, to find someone as completely unaware of the effect she has on other people, but at the same time to still have such an effect is almost unheard of. Most Muses are consciously aware of their talents at birth. You..." Roarke shook his head. "I've not met many muses. But I do know that you are one of the most powerful I've seen."

"I'M a Muse." 6th said. "Yeah, right. How the hezmana...I mean...what does a Muse do?"

Roarke swept his hands wide. "They inspire."

"Pardon me if I say 'ooo' 'ahh'" 6th said, "I inspire people?"

"Your personality opens others eyes to making what they do, how they are, anything and everything, better. You can change lives, for the better, or for the worse."

"And I have to do...?"

"I don't...understand." 6th said, one hand to her head. She felt herself trembling, but she still couldn't grasp it.

"You force of being, your sense of self, the way you suck people in, almost hypnotically, the way the others follow you, they are all part of being a Muse. But you don't know how to use it, how to harness what you are to do what you are meant to do. That is why I had Tattoo fetch you, Lady. You need to experience life as a full Muse, to feel and see, to know what it is to truly inspire, instead of just hint at it. I am going to give you that." Roarke led her to a cave entrance near the shore. From the entrance to the cave, all the way down to the shoreline, the ground was littered with rose petals. Tall bamboo torches lined both sides of the path.

"Go on in." Roarke said, letting go of 6th's hand.

"I'm still not sure what you've been talking about, but ok." 6th said, starting forward. Roarke's hand on her shoulder stopped her, and she turned to look at him.

"I want you to know that this will change your life. You will still be 6th, but you will also be better than 6th from now on. To go in is to accept being a Muse fully. There won't be any way to go back. You will be able to know it, to feel it in everything you do. Everything." he repeated, as though he could read 6th's mind.

She grinned. "Even...?"

"Yes, even that. Especially that. But you will be aware of the positive effects and the the negative ones as well. Your soul will keep you from getting too full of yourself. Being a Muse is to serve others. To show them their potential, to awaken things in them that need to be awakened, and to help them get past things that are stopping them become better than they are. To help them see how beautiful they are, how beautiful they can be in all ways. It is all about them, never about you. We will talk more when you return." he gestured to the entrance of the cave.

6th turned to the opening. The wind began to blow, swirling her hair around her, making the torch flames gutter, the rose petals stirring at her feet.

She glanced back at Roarke once, then, taking a deep breath, she stepped into the cave...

ArtistStudio -- Artist stands on the beech watching the

tide ebb out. He continually massages and stretches his hands and arms - sore and tired from an unaccustomed task. Unbidden (at least by him) a servant brings him some hand lotion.

He sings softly - his voice mingling with the tide:

"Now we all must return to the sea - where it all started

And where it all must end - in the ocean

And for the moments in between - can we glimpse eternity

In the sea - holding on to our memories

But the sea opens up this heart of flesh

And it's you and it's me

Trying hard to keep this glance because we know we never had the chance

To be any more than a pebble, cast into the sea..."

IQ120 -- IQ pondered how they were going to get

...down for some time. Eventually he said,"I'll be right back!" He walked over to the dragon, said something to him, then flew of in the direction of the giant's castle.

They returned a few minutes later. Geraldin was holding a shoe.

"We can put the dogs in the shoe," said IQ, "and Geraldin can pick up the shoe and fly back to the longboat"

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Roarke was sitting in his favorite beach chair, when suddenly a giant shoe landed in front of him.

"Boss! de dragon, de dragon" said Tattoo,

"I can see that." said Mr. Roarke, "Hopefully it's not more 'scoob...not you!" Mr. Roarke had recognized IQ

"You know him?" Asked Kara.

"It's a long story."

Kaybe0 -- As the tall man approached her

Kay didn't quite know what to say. She had dreamed about this man for years. Everything about him told her it was the same man from her dreams. But, now, he had a face. A gorgeous face. Kaybe had woke up frustrated many times when she dreamt of him. She could never see his face in her dreams. It almost haunted her. Feeling extremely shy, all of a sudden, she was rescued by her daughter coming up to give her a hug. "Mom, have you met our neighbor yet? He just moved in the house down the road. His name is Caleb" Taking his hand in hers at the introduction, her heart melted by the smile he gave her. And, his voice. How beautiful. "Nice to meet you Kay," he said in a charming way. "I just came by to introduce myself and ask if I might borrow a frying pan for the evening. It seems my crates didn't all quite make it yet, and I need to fix my supper. By the way, I would love to invite you all over to dinner some time, when I am completely moved in. You have a very lovely family." Before Kay could reply, one of her twins, popped up and invited Caleb to join them tonight. As they prepare dinner, Kay decides that he is the most perfect man she has ever laid eyes on. Tall, and lean, but, not thin. A strand of hair that insisted it belonged on his forehead, and the merriest blue eyes. After dinner, they sat by the fire and talked for hours. This is it, thought Kay. This is the one. As her girls came up to give her a hug, and excuse themselves, they each whispered their approval in her ear. Wow, even her daughters liked him. Feeling totally at peace, and as if all was right with the world, Kay sighed contentedly. Looking up, she caught a look in Caleb's eyes. He felt the same way! She could tell by the way he was looking at her. With, reluctance, he rose and told her he should be going home to take care of his dogs and turn in. He made her promise to stop by with her family in the next day or two, and asked if he could come back. Then, taking her hand in his, he kissed it gently, and was gone. As Kay peeked in on her girls, and kissed the babies goodnight. She went back to the den, and sat by the fire, absently stroking her dog's heads in turn. What an amazing thing life is, when all is well. Just then, she heard a knock on the door, and thinking it was Caleb, she hurried to open it. It was Mr. Roarke. "Time to go Miss Kay." He said gently, shutting the door behind her as she stepped out to talk to him. "Shall we go?" he said, gesturing toward the thicket and the way back to reality. "Does it have to end now?" Asked Kay. "Just for a while longer? We aren't leaving the island just yet." "Ah, but, your fantasy was for an evening of happiness and peace, and a glimpse of the man in your dreams. Did you not get what you asked for?" "Yes", sighed Kay. "Thankyou so very much for this. It was wonderful." "My pleasure." said Roarke, bowing as they came back to the beach area, and he directed her to the tables where her friends were sitting. "Dinner will be served shortly. Please enjoy yourself." "Wait!" asked Kay, grabbing his arm. "Where do I look for Caleb, now that I know what he looks like finally. Is he here?" "Oh no," said Roarke, not unkindly. "Caleb is the name, you came up with. There are no guarantees that is even his name. And, as for where he lives, your fantasy was to see him and know what he looked like. If you knew where he was, you may change the life planned for you to seek him out. And, that would not be good. But, you will recognize him when you do see him, my dear. And you will indeed meet him again." Bowing, Roarke left and went toward a group of people waiting to speak with him. With a sigh, Kay went to join the friends present for dinner. Hearing Honey's bark, she sat right on the ground to hug her puppy over and over, she was so glad to see her okay. Honey, kissed her like she hadn't seen her in forever. "You need to be back on the boat where it is safe my friend," and handed Honey over to a porter that volunteered to put her with the other dogs, who were having a very hearty dinner in the hold.

JilaCosa -- As The World Falls Down

As Jila and Jareth twirl around the dance floor, Jareth begins to sing, sweet and slow,

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed within your eyes

I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beating so fast in search of new dreams

A love that will last within you heart

I'll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill has gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-oo-oo

As the world falls down

(As the world) Falling down

I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll paint you Valentine evenings

Though we're strangers till now