Lucid dreaming was one of Audiney's favorite things about himself. Whenever he did not seem like he was worth the time, he remembered this rare talent, and recalled himself smiling upon the neat ability only he possesses. It had no relation to his power, but whenever he dreamt, he felt like he did not need to use his power. Everything was at his command when he slept. He could do anything he wanted. He could create life. He could wreak havoc. He could recreate memories. This time, he did nothing. He sat there in the blackness, trying to ponder everything that was happening. He had no answers, possibly why he could not do anything to ease himself within his dream. He could have done something, but did nothing.

What's going on? I have answers, but why do they want to help me? And why did they kidnap me? Is this forced? This is forced isn't it?

He ran a hand through the back of his blonde, curly hair. He touched his face again, thinking he would feel his glasses and moaned in frustration. He reached out into the dark void surrounding him, and motioned his fingers to pick up something. Out from the darkness came his round-lensed glasses, and he placed them on his face, adjusting them upon his nose until they were to his liking.

That's better. Maybe while I'm here I can try to make myself feel a little better. That happiness won't last long though...

He remained there for a while, processing everything.

God. What am I supposed to do?