I didn't know what to make of the little that I saw. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. What did I see? I saw a room, that was for sure. What was in the room was the main question. I saw... something. It was all still somewhat of a blur. I shook my head, trying to get my memories to settle. There was some stuff on a wall, cups and bottles resting on shelves mostly. There were some tribal masks scattered around the room. It was somewhere that I knew, but I have never been to a place like that. Then it hit me. I hadn't, but Dashie had, it was Zecora's home.

But how did I get there? It couldn't have been a dream, it had only been a couple minutes since touching the feather, yet something happened. There was someone there, probably Zecora logically thinking, as logical as this situation could be anyway. There was someone else though, someone who shouted something. If I heard it right, it was "Dad." Dashie? Was Dashie there? No way, it couldn't have been. I'm straining my brain to remember what I saw. No, Dashie was there for sure. I remember her lunging out to grab me. This isn't possible. How could it be? I don't control magic, neither does Dashie or Zecora.

In my hand sat the feather, which was noticeably faded from its previous color, as if the energy was sucked from it. I slowly climbed to my feet and took in my surroundings. I was in the television room again. Everything was the same as it was moments ago. No, something was different. There was light leaking in through the shut windows. How was that possible now? It was midnight just minutes ago. I heard a beep from the kitchen, the answering machine. That was also strange, since no one calls me. This day kept on getting odd. I set the feather down on the TV and walked into the kitchen and hit the play button as I went to pull a drink out of the fridge. It was from the office. It basically told me that they didn't see me at work and were wondering where I was. The beer gushed back out and onto the floor Crap, I missed work! How long was I friggin' gone? I looked at the clock, it was almost 7 o'clock. I was gone for nearly 19 hours. I just shook my head. I must have drank too much last night and don't remember it.

I headed back into the television room and sat on the couch and stared at the blank TV. So many thoughts were rushing through my head. I just let them though, and I kept staring at the TV. I sat there for an hour, just staring and sipping on my drink. My mind was trying to rationalize what I saw, but I no longer cared what it had to say. My heart knew what I saw. I saw my little Dashie.