Night after night that week, dreams of the falling kind occupied Twyla�s subconscious. They did not bother her that much, but her instinctive reactions while falling were anything but normal. These dreams were vivid, and the scenery out of this world. It reminded her of Cybertron.

"It�s still been happening? That�s pretty weird," Mac said through his cereal the following weekend.

"Reminds me of that one episode with Sideways and those kids," added Ingrid.

"Yeah, it does," Twyla agreed, "The first night it was really fuzzy, kind of like static on a TV. It still is, but it�s getting clearer."

"You don�t think it had anything to do with that lighting, do you?" Ingrid asked. "It did hit you after all."

"I don�t know, but the dreams did start that night. It could be the cause."

"Hmm," Mac murmured.

As the days wore on, the unknown presence that had been hibernating inside Twyla�s mind grew stronger until it finally awoke one morning. ��mm? Where am I?� the presence tried to look through Twyla�s eyes in the early morning twilight. �This is not the base��

He tried to sit up, but failed and fell back onto the floor. �Huh? This doesn�t feel like my body,� memories began to flood back to him. Just as he started to sort though his own thoughts, the screeching sound of an alarm clock interrupted the early morning.

Twyla sat up and ran a hand though her hair while Ingrid shot up to hit the snooze bar. She fell like dead weight back onto the bed. The raven-haired girl slowly stood up, "Morning," the presence was unconsciously shoved to the back of Twyla�s mind as she went about preparing for school.

"I had the strangest vision this morning," Twyla admitted to Mac and Ingrid while walking to school.

"Other than your strange dreams of falling?" Ingrid quipped as Loretta walked up.

"What�s up?" she greeted the trio.

"Twyla�s having weird dreams again."

"It wasn�t a dream," Twyla defended, "It seemed more real than that, like a memory. I saw Jetfire explode in a ball of flames."

The presence started to pay attention at the mention of his name.

Now it was Mac�s turn to tease Twyla," Oh no! Your poor beloved Jetfire, what are you gonna do?"

Twyla flushed and covered the lower half of her face; Ingrid swatted her brother.

The presence now known as Jetfire inside Twyla�s mind nearly shouted. �Hey! That�s not nice!�

"That�s not nice!" the words had left Twyla�s mouth before she could stop them. The others stopped and looked at her as she covered her mouth a second time. "I have no idea."

"That�s�okay," Loretta said.

Luckily for Twyla, the day when by normally, until she was sitting in the middle of math. Twyla sat at her desk, half paying attention, as the teacher droned on unenthusiastically about logarithms.

Hand on her chin and arm on the desk, she shook herself awake for the sixth time that hour.

�This guy is so boring.�

�Yeah,� being half-aware as she was, Twyla did not realize she mistook Jetfire�s comment as a thought of her own.

�I mean really, does he really have to explain that log base e is natural log nineteen times? Come on!�

Twyla, who had not been counting, almost dropped her pencil. �What?�

��uhh�hi.�

She nearly fell out of her seat.

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