"Nat run!" I said. We had run into the person we'd been trying to avoid for so long! "GO INVISIBLE!" I yelled. "Amarama." Invisible. Nat and I ran to the place we'd come from. I at least assumed Nat was going there too. I looked back and saw that Brooke was trying to look for us, but she couldn't see us. 

She could've cast the visible spell, but she would've had to point right at us, and she couldn't see us! (HA!) I turned the corner from where camp was, and I ran to Maddie. I turned visible, which startled Maddie, but I started taking down camp. "Nat is coming, I hope. We saw Brooke, and we have to go!" Just as I said that Nat came and turned visible. She helped me take down camp, and then we all went invisible. We ran right past Brooke who was getting closer to our camp. We had eachother's backpacks so we knew where we were. I was leading, then Nat, and last Maddie. We ran till we left the exit, then ran until we got to the next exit. We got there in half an hour, which was pretty good. We became visible again, and hopped in a cab. 

"Do you know where this is?" Nat asked the taxi driver as she showed him the parchment. 

"Yes, that's the City of the Dead." 

"Can you take us there?" Nat asked. 

"No, you go by train, I drive you to train station." 

"Okay, thank you." Maddie, Nat, and I piled into the cab. Thankfully we went the opposite way that we had come from. After about an hour of anxious driving and looking back a lot, we finally made it to the train station. 

"Thank you!" We paid the taxi and left. 

"Two tickets to the City of the Dead please." I said. 

"Next train leaves in two hours." 

"Are there any quicker ones?" I asked. "Any connecting trains?" 

"One leaves in ten minutes, but it's very expensive." the lady said. 

"How much?" I asked. I was willing to pay a bit more money if it meant getting out of that train station quicker. 

"Four hundred dollars a ticket." She answered. 

"I think we can wait two hours." So we bought our tickets and turned Maddie into a purse. Then we sat and waited. We finally decided to get some food. We got some subs at Subway and then finally, got on the train. It was going to be a long ride to the City of the Dead. That's when I fell asleep and dreamt of Brooke and Brent. 

"Excuse me," Brooke said to an Egyptian lady. "If you needed to get away fast from this exit what would you do?" 

"Airport." The lady said. 

"Besides the airport?" 

"Taxi." 

"Okay, anything else?" 

"Train." 

"Oh, alright. Where would you go from the train station?" Brooke asked. 

"Different country." Clearly Brooke was getting annoyed with the ladies answers. 

"Okay thank you." It looked like she was still in the exit that we had been in. "Brent they totally ran away from me!" 

"Well you threatened them." 

"Yeah, but..." 

"But what?" Brent asked suspiciously. 

"Can't they just get over it?" 

"Well, that's there decision, not ours." Brent said. 

"Okay." 

"What did the lady that you talked to say?" 

"She said there's a train station, but we have no idea where to go." 

"Keep asking around. Maybe someone who's a computer whiz can help us see if they took a train anywhere." 

"Okay." They walked in different directions and as soon as Brent was out of sight, Brooke sprinted in another direction, behind a building. 

Suddenly a very familiar dead ghost popped up. "You failed Brooke, again." 

"You shouldn't be talking Mohammad. Candace killed you. I'm still alive." 

"Technically speaking-" 

"Be quiet Mohammad." 

"She knows what you're doing Brooke." 

"I figured that much. Now how could you not have convinced them?" 

"I gave them the presentation and everything." Mohammad said. 

"They're powerful." 

"I kn-" Suddenly Mohammad stopped. "She's here Brooke. She's around as we speak." 

Brooke spun around. "She can't be Mohammad. She wouldn't hide in this exit. She's smarter than that. She would go away." 

"Yes, but-oh I see. She really is the powerful one! She's more powerful than even an expert magician that's been doing magic for years. She could be more powerful than you too." 

"Where is she?" Brooke demanded. 

"Have you not wondered how they have avoided you so long? How they can escape and get to a place without you and Brent knowing? She knows everything about you Brooke, she even knows this very conversation. She knows that if you don't find her and kill her, you will be killed." 

"SO WHAT IS IT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HOW IS SHE HERE?" Brooke yelled. (Me-ow!) 

"She is a dreamer. Only one other has been like her, and he almost destroyed us." 

"Not-" 

"Yes." Mohammad said. 

"So what do we do?" 

"Obviously stop talking! I will disappear. Brent heard you yelling and is coming. Bye Brooke, be more careful next time!"

"Mohammad-" Mohammad had already disappeared. 

"Brooke who were you yelling at? I heard you yelling." Brent said. 

"I'm just angry at myself for being mean to Candace and Natalie." 

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it." 

"I'll try not to. Now maybe we should try to look at the train station schedules." 

"If I know Candace she wouldn't have thought to make her name private." Brent said. 

"Brent the workers won't let us look at the schedules anyways. That's private information." 

"I know, but if I told them I was her brother..." 

"I might as well tell them I'm a ghost." She stopped and looked nervous, but went on talking again. "Like I might as well tell them I'm from Mars and would like a train ride back." 

"True enough, true enough." Brent said sadly. 

"Hey don't give up, we can always use magic." She put her hand up just as Brent was about to protest. "I know we shouldn't use it on normal people, but you know they are your sisters." 

Suddenly my dream changed, it was Mohammad talking to another ghost. 

"My king," Mohammad said. "We must be stronger. Miss Brown resisted my power, she resisted the presentation! No one has ever done that before! Even Brooke who we thought was the most powerful magician, if you could call her that, didn't do that. Miss Genstine resisted too, but that was because of Miss Brown." 

"She resisted you Mohammad. She wouldn't be able to resist me!" Mohammad's king boasted. 

"Sir, with all due respect, my category in convincing, yours is leading." 

'I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU MOHAMMAD! RESPECT ME!" The king yelled. 

"Yes, I am sorry my king." 

"Leave now, you have been dismissed." 

"One more thing. She's a dreamer." With that my good buddy Mohammad floated away and left the king looking scared to death and ready to kill someone, and I had a pretty good idea who he was thinking of, me.