The dream is never over.

I had a horrible nightmare last night.

I found myself in this white, sterile-looking hallway with no doors. In fact, there was no way to get out that the eye could see - it just went on for eternity. So, I kept running and running. I told myself that I couldn't stop running until I hit the end of the hallway, or found a way out.



After what seemed like hours, I finally came upon a glass wall. On the other side of it was a room. Maybe it was a two-way mirror, I'm not sure, but it was too dark to see in. I felt around the molding of the window and found a light switch. I flipped it to "on," illuminating the other room.

And there was Fang, lying in a hospital bed. I had found Fang!

I started banging on the glass to get his attention, and he couldn't hear me. I started screaming, pounding my fists into the window, trying my hardest to break it. Still nothing.



A doctor walked into the room with a clipboard.

Then, the light went out and I woke up.



Anyone out there speak "dream" and wants to translate this for me? Maybe it's a test. Everything is a test.

Picture (Not So) Perfect.

I was just going through the pictures on Fang's digi cam cause I thought it would make me feel better.
I just feel so weird & not myself since he's been gone. I dunno.

Here's some of the shots I found:






Hmmm. I think I'm gonna try & match the pictures to the locations & go looking for him there. They look sort of familiar in a weird way. Here goes nothing. . .or whatever that saying is.

~NuDgE.

Search party???

I don't like this Fang missing thing, guys. He would never just get up and leave us. Where would he even go??

The more I think about it, we should probably organize one of those "search parties." I saw it done in a movie before & it worked.

I'm gonna start looking on the internet for every possible flight route 100 miles from here & give each of us a map to check them out.

It's the best thing I could think of.
It's a start.
Hopefully he shows up soon. He's making me nervous, ya know? ;-(

~Nudge

WHERE ARE YOU!?!

I need to stop this and start thinking rationally. I'm gonna give myself a headache over this whole ordeal. (And taking two Advil and calling my doctor in the morning generally doesn't cure my variety.)

Fang, please be okay and come home. If I did something, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Just come home.

And, I swear, if Jeb Batchelder has anything to do with this, he will regret it.

-Max

GAH! This isn't funny anymore!!!

What if he's in trouble and he needs our help? I can't very well approach someone on the street and say, "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen a young man with WINGS lately?" That would go over REAL well. I'd end up locked inside the loony bin.

It could be a number of things. We do happen to have a perpetually expanding list of enemies. Maybe I ticked off Harry Potter by calling him a British broom-toter and they cast some weird spell on him and he has amnesia or something? Or one of those freaks from the Conspiracy site tracked him down and are holding him captive to write some big expose thing on us?

He was in the subway the other day and told me he saw that freakazoid with the Mac. That has to be it. That creep had something against us from the start. No. Maybe Child Services found him and thought he was an orphan?

Concerned.

I may have been kidding around before with that fake conspiracy stuff, but I seriously don't know what to do now.

Fang is missing. Legitimately missing. We haven't seen him in days and I'm actually worried this time.

In the past, Fang's gone MIA for a day or two to go off and take pictures, or just have some alone time around NYC, but he'd always come back. Not this time. His backpack is gone, and so is his camera.

I have no idea how to find out where he is or if he's okay. I'm trying so hard to stay glued together and composed, just incase he's reading this somewhere laughing at the stunt he's pulled. -Max

Conspiracy!

My name is Justin Timberlake and I totally saw that kid Fang with the wings when I was walking down the block the other day with my posse of backup dancers. It was so weird.

Too bad I'm not in N'SYNC anymore, or I would have asked him to join the group! He could have been the dark, mysterious one...with wings.

Oh, and if there's a girl named Max out there, I'd like to profess my undying love to her.

Peace & hair grease,

JT.



HAHA. Fang - We've got the HP race soon. Get back here so we can work on some strategies. Gazzy has some great ideas. Unless you really are hanging out with Justin. In that case, bring him along.

-Max