Sam, got up, shaking his head lightly. "Darn, what happened there?" He asked himself. "You used your new ability." Someone said. Sam looked up, only to see himself with red eyes in a dark place. The dark place. The nightmare. "Ah come on. Not you again!" He said. "Why do you keep haunting me in my sleep? And what do you mean, used my new ability?" Sam's clone chuckled, and got a step closer to him. "I don't have much time now, but let me say this: we have much to do in the near future." He tapped him on Sam's face, which felt awfully real. "Come on buddy, this is no place to chatch up on your sleep." His clone said with a different voice now suddenly. And as suddenly as it started, that's how suddenly it ended. Sam opened his eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost. He looked around him, seeing people stare at him, and one guy kneeled down next to him. Right in front of him, with his legs still underneath it, was the chair he was sitting in just a few seconds ago. Then he remembered it. He was leaning back in it, and wanted to dissapear. After that, he didn't feel the chair anymore for a second, he fell, and he hit the ground. Was the chair gone for a second, or did something else happen? Sam tried to get up, but his head still hurt a bit. He recognised the guy who was kneeling besides him as the guy from the laptop. "Can you move out of the way, please? I might have spilled some of my ice tea." Sam said, acting as normal as possible. He got up on his feet. He saw all the people still watching him, and wanted to dissapear again. He still was a bit dizzy, and wanted to lean on the chair, when grabbed through the chair and almost fell again. "What the..." He said to himself. He tried grabbing the chair again, this time prepared, and grabbed through it. Again. "Is this chair an illusion or something?" He said to himself, still not wanting the attention of all the others. He tried kicking the chair, but still went through it. "What is wrong with this chair?" He asked, now a bit louder so others could hear him as well.