Chapter 2: Secret Agent Man and Nightmare on 78^th Street

" Zac stop. Just stop." Ike said waving his little brother away.

"Awwwww, Ike! I just wanna show you this!"

"I already know what it is"

"No you don't"

" Yeah I do"

"Well look anyway!"

Ike looked. Then he regretted it. Zac had eaten liver, crackers and ketchup, well chewed it up, just to torture Ike with the "you like see food?" joke. ' It looks like guts' Ike thought. Zac giggled as Ike looked away with disgust. Then Zac got up off the couch and shouted "AYYY! HAY! Wuna cee muh ung?" running for his other older brother. Then Ike heard the yelling of "Gross!" and footsteps running down the stairs. He had to laugh.

Zac bellowed with laughter then got two glares. "Ok Zac what's so funny?" Tay asked. Zac giggled and pointed to the daily newspaper. "Claire's School of Psychics" Tay read aloud and a smile broke out on his face. "Ok some really funky see-into-the-future chick school. It's girls only. Hey Tay wanna sign up?" Ike asked a grin spread across his face. Ike got a pillow in the face. " Yeah Tay can go under cover disguised as a girl!" Zac screeched then started humming "Secret Agent Man" really loudly. Ike laughed at Zac. Tay couldn't stay mad at the real "Secret Agent Man", Zac. He also began to laugh.

Later that night Tay was thinking. Maybe he should join that school. He didn't have to be a psychic or a girl either. ' Maybe' he thought,' maybe I'll join'

Meanwhile Zac was dreaming. In his dream he couldn't move anything but his arms and head and even that was hard to move. There were all kinds of people around him. They were all crying. Their eyes were puffy and red. Flowers covered the ground so much that he had to watch where he rolled. Rolled? He looked down. He was in a motorized wheel chair. He didn't understand why. Then he began to cry uncontrollably. There was a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his father. What was wrong with him? His eyes were puffy and red like the people who were crying. 'Dad? Crying? I never saw him cry in my life!' Zac thought. Zac adjusted his glasses. Glasses? More things he didn't understand. Papers and signs were everywhere. "We'll miss you Ike and Tay," one said on it. 'Miss them? Where are they going? Why aren't I going?' Zac thought. Then he saw a girl. A girl with blue eyes and black hair was kneeling before a gravestone. When he saw her he wanted to leap from his wheel chair and tackle her to the ground. Rage burned his blood like an unquenchable fire.  For some reason he was mad at that girl. Then he saw she was crying too. Then he felt pity and the fires died quickly. He rolled his chair over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up with Tay's bright blue eyes with a slight touch of fear shining through the sadness. Zac looked at her with the saddest puppy dog eyes that were filled with understanding.

Tay looked up at the movement. ' What was that?' he asked himself. He looked toward the ever-present sound. It was Zac. He was tossing and turning in his sleep. He was also mumbling stuff that Tay couldn't understand." I guess I'll wake him" Tay grumbled and threw his covers off. " Zac, Zac, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up" Tay said shaking his little brother. " Huh? " Zac said with his eyes slightly open. " You were having a dream Zac. That's all." Tay said sitting on Zac's bed. " You were dead Tay. In the dream you were dead and so was Ike. I was in a wheel chair. I had glasses. There was this girl I was so mad at. She was crying. But I had a feeling your grave was empty. That you really hadn't died at all. It was way past weird. " Zac said. "Well Zac… Zac?" Zac had fallen back to sleep. Tay sighed and went back to sleep as well.