'Ello mates, mpawn again.

I'm not actually gonna make you wait two years for this chapter… hopefully. Assuming future me finishes writing this chapter.

Future me: Gee, thanks past me, for providing such a wonderful chapter to write. It certainly isn't filled with a bunch of exposition that I need to figure out how to write without it feeling clunky.

Anyway, let's get on with the third chapter, The Arrival.

Disclaimer: I don't own CBS, The Walt Disney Corporation, the likeness of Rod Serling, or the Kingdom Keepers

The red-haired boy, Philby, looked up from his computer and replied, "Have you ever heard of the 'Dreamfinder'?

"Dream what now?" Rod asked, staring at the red-haired boy incredulously. "No, I can't say I have. Why do you ask?"

"The Dreamfinder, and I ask because we're 85.7% certain that he's the reason you've woken up, having laid dormant for nearly twenty years at this point," Philby answered. "So far we have no known causation of the appearance of Dreamfinder, but I believe that you're connected, but whatever reason that is, is still unknown at this time."

"He?"

"Yes, the Dreamfinder. He was the original host of the 'Journey Into Imagination' attraction hosted over on the other side of the park," Philby replied with an air usually reserved for professors.

"I'm glad you brought up this park thing again, could someone please explain to me what exactly is going on, where I am, or even who I am?" Rod asked, slightly annoyed.

"You're not serious, are you?" the taller teen boy, Maybeck, replied. When Rod didn't reply, he answered back, shocked "Great. Just great. We've got a possible Overtaker with seemingly infinite abilities, and the only guy who can possibly help hasn't got a clue what's going on."

"Look, we all saw what Jess drew, she hasn't let us down before, I don't think she will this time." Finn said, inserting himself in front of Maybeck who had become physically agitated. Turning to Rod, he tried to explain some of the situation, "You're a character. Through the power of belief in this place, Walt Disney World, you were created and brought to life. Even to this day, we're not quite sure how." With this he presented the group with a rather interesting picture.

Upon closely examining it, Rod understood why the gathered group thought he would be able to help with their problem. The picture portrayed Rod and the teens flying some a weird zeppelin-like vehicle toward a spiral gateway like he had used on the show. Show? Where had that come from? Shaking away the weird thought, Rod addressed the group gathered. "Ok, I'm not sure I fully believe you here, but you seem to be telling the truth. Because I have absolutely no clue what's going on here, I'm going to have to trust you I guess. So, do we know what this Dreamfinder is after?"

"No, not yet," Finn replied. "We've only been hearing reports from other characters that he's been causing trouble. This is the first night that we've actually been in the parks looking for him. We were about to go check out the ride before Steven dropped you off."

"Why were we heading over there anyway, Finn, I thought Philby said that the Dreamfinder was removed years ago," the blonde girl, Charlie? No, Charlene, asked. She looked as though she understood some, but not all of Finn's unspoken plan. In fact they all did, Rod surmised to himself. To him, it appeared as though Finn was their leader, not by his or their choice, but more because he rose to the occasion.

"We're going because that's the only lead we've got. If anyone else has a better idea, I'm open to suggestions." As Finn looked at his friends gathered before him, he saw that they were all silent. "Ok, good. In case anything goes south, I'm keeping the fob here," he said as he patted his pocket. Why he did this, Rod had no idea, but he guessed that it would be one of those things the teens would explain to him eventually.

After addressing the group, Finn turned to Rod and asked him, "Just exactly how much do you know about us?"

"I know you guys are called the 'Children of Light' but other than that, nothing."

"Ah, well, looks like I've got a lot to explain then." Finn then launched into a spiel about something called a DHI and how he and his friends were able to "cross-over" into these parks while remaining asleep in their real bodies. Nothing quite made sense to Rod, especially the part about how the teens were all holograms.

"You certainly feel solid enough," Rod remarked as he shook Finn's hand.

"Yes, well… give me a second here." As Finn closed his eyes, Rod felt Finn's hand, which he had been shaking, vanish from his grip.

"What?" Rod exclaimed. "How is this even possible?" Incredulously, he stared at the boy, then around to the rest of the teens who had heard his exclamation.

"I told you, we're holograms," Finn said with a chuckle. "Come on guys, let's go take a Journey into our Imaginations.".

With the eerie emptiness of Epcot enveloping him, Rod couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Somewhere off in the distance, music floating, but not one of any recognizable song. But there was a difference between the feelings; whereas the observation felt as curious, as though a child was watching, the song was off-putting, as though something sinister was waiting around the next corner.

When Rod turned the next corner though, he forgot about both musing, captivated by the giant glass pyramids that loomed in front of him. A banner hung off to one side, proclaiming a "Journey Into Imagination with Figment." In the distance to his left, he could see fountains spraying water at each other, even at this late hour. But, then he spied a man sitting at the entrance to this pavilion, bobbing his head side to side.

Rod approached the man, ignoring the cries of the teens, who stood back, not quite sure what to do. As he got closed, he heard the man singing a familiar tune, similar to the one he had heard not moments ago. "Hello there!" he called out. "Are you caught up in all this madness as well?"

"Madness?" the man replied. "No no, there is no madness in Imagination. Only creativity." With that he stood up, still facing away from the group. "Will you help me reclaim my rightful place in this blasted park?"

"I'm afraid I don't quite follow." Rod answered.

"I didn't think you would. I must be off then, but first, I must clear my way home." The mysterious man pulled something out from his pocket and tossed it at the doors to the building. In a moment, the building began to catch fire. As he turned and leapt into the air, a strange vehicle materialized beneath his feet. "I would love to chat, but I must go looking for those blasted Sparks. If they aren't at the old ride, I can only begin to fathom where they might be. Farewell, old friend." With a final wave, the man rode his flying machine into the night away from the blaze he had just started.

Rod stood in shock, as the Keepers ran to him. Maybeck reached the building first, and began to open his mouth, as if to admonish Rod for provoking the mystery man. Suddenly, a purple dragon, not unlike the one on the banner popped into existence. "Hiya guys!" he said with a cheerful tone.

"Hi Figment. We don't have time to chat, we need to put out the fire!" Willa exclaimed toward the flying creature.

"Oh this little flicker here? That's no issue with me around!" With a wave of his hand, a cloud appeared in the air above the pyramids, extinguishing the fire, with smoke made of rainbows. "Now that that's gone, can we talk? Please? Please? Please?!" With each sentence, the dragon teleported around, often with disregard to gravity.

"I .. uh, sure.." Willa replied, in disbelief that the seemingly massive blaze had been extinguished so quickly.

"Good, cuz I need some help here. See, my creator, the Dreamfinder is back, and I don't really know why."

"We were aware of his reappearance, Figment." Philby said to the excited dragon. "Could you tell us what he might be after?"

"Oh that's simply. He's after the old Sparks of Imagination."

"The what?

Sorry if that chapter felt a little slow/clunky. It's my first time attempting to write Exposition, so I'm not sure if it came out well.

Please leave a review and tell me what you thought, maybe leave some tips.

I shall see you all a little later, peace.

-mpawn