A few weeks passed by, and still no clues to where Ashley was. Emma was desperate to find him, but she was beginning to lose hope. There was nothing that could help find him, they didn't know where most of their villains were and they had no idea which one of them had took him. She sighed and crawled into her bed. It was now the 20th of August, and the days were a little shorter but it was still light until 8:30pm. It was 12am now, so everyone was heading to bed. Emma pulled the covers over her head, and stared at the wall. She had been having the same nightmare for a while now, even though she had a dream catcher. She guessed it was because her brain was trying to tell her about Ashley. Emma had figured out that with her dream catcher she only got nightmares if what was going on in them was happening, or would happen in real life. So parts of it must be accurate. She sighed sadly and closed her eyes.

She appeared the familiar room, but something was different. The room had more light in, and she noticed weapons on the walls. She couldn't see Ashley. And a horrible feeling filled her stomach.

He's probably tied up in the shadows. She tried to reassure herself. She then saw something different in the shadows. There was one glowing red eye. Her heart pounded, and she heard a familiar, high pitched evil laugh. She heard a very Ashley like scream from one corner of the room, and she then saw the pair of red eyes that always appeared in the dream. Her eyes fell on the one red eye and her eyes narrowed. Her jaw dropped when she realised who it was. I've gotta wake up now. She told herself, trying to force her eyes open. In the few weeks that she had been having this nightmare, she had developed a new skill. If she really wanted to get out of a nightmare and wake up she could actually make herself wake up. She closed her eyes and tried to force them open. She then felt a strange sensation of being half awake and half asleep. If she looked up, she was in her dream, if she looked down she could just make out her bunk. She kept looking down, and she tried to sit up, but she couldn't move. Emma guessed it was because her muscles were still in dream/sleep mode. She mustered up all the strength she had and moved her head sideways making her dream vanish, as she woke up completely. Her muscles were a bit slow as she woke up, but she was proud of herself. This new skill would be quite useful if she ever had nightmares. She glanced at the time which was now 6am, and she practically jumped out of her bunk, and shook Skipper awake.

"W... what's going on?" He muttered, looking up at Emma.

"I know who has Ashley, for sure this time!" Sh told him, her voice urgent. Skipper's eyes widened, and he woke up fully, and woke the others up. Skipper told them what Emma told them, and they got out of their bunks immediately.

"Owdoyouno?" (How do you know?) Rico asked skeptically.

"I don't know I just...." Emma trailed off. She looked around suspiciously. For a while now, she had felt like someone had been watching them, and that feeling had just intensified. Her eyes fell on the Private first prize fish, and she noticed something different about it. There was a tiny camera installed in the eye. She went over to it and pulled it out.

"What the deuce?" Skipper exclaimed, taking the camera from Emma and looking at in in astonishment.

"How many of these are in our HQ?" Kowalski wondered, looking around worriedly. Emma rushed into the lab, and got out the villain detector, a scanner that could find villain technology. She turned it on and began to scan for any more cameras. She found two cameras in the lab, and 3 more in the main bit of the HQ. She luckily found all of them. She handed them to Kowalski who started to analyse them.

"So sis, you were about to say you knew who had Ashley?" Skipper said.

"Yeah, it's Blowhole!" She told them.

"What makes you think that?" Tom asked.

"Because in my dream, there was only one red eye, like Blowhole only has one red eye. And I heard Blowhole's laugh" She told them. "He might be working with someone though, because there was two other red eyes there too. " She added, practically buzzing with information. She realised that her gut was agreeing with her.

"Are your dreams always right?" Private asked.

"I think they might be." Kowalski answered, holding up the camera. "Look what it says on the back." He told them, pointing to small writing with his flipper. Emma took the camera.

"If found please return to Doctor Blowhole at 234 Charnwood street, New Jersey." Emma read out.

"Well that's easy." Tom said, looking surprised.

"Too easy....... I think it's a trap." Emma said, looking suspicious.

"I bet it is." Skipper agreed.

"But we have to get Ashley, so I think we have to go." Emma admitted. The team nodded and they got ready to go.

Meanwhile...

Ashley had lost all hope. He had no idea how he was still alive, and even thinking hurt him now. He didn't know if the team couldn't find him, or they just didn't care. All he knew was that he was never going to escape, no one was coming to save him. He had lost faith in happy endings and he had lost faith in everything he cared about. There were no more heroes in the world, no one who devoted their lives to protecting their friends and others, and no one, who would put down everything to find them. He was all alone in this dark world, of villains, pain, and greed. He began to close his eyes, feeling himself starting to slip away. He thought about his parents, and his sister who he never got to meet. He wondered what she was like. Then his eyes closed fully.