Day 2: Well...This is our life now.

November 24th, Amazon Rainforest, 11 pm

''Grand-père, grand-père! Regarde, regarde! Je l'ai fait!" Corneille heard being screamed, the pitch of the voice high and excited, like a little kid calling for his grandfather to come and see, see what he did, see that he finally made it, that he wasn't a waste of space and breath.

"Bon travail, mon petit créateur. Tu vas grandir pour devenir un grand dimensionnaliste." The voice that answered back was so familiar that it brought tears to Corneille's eyes, his heart squeezing inside his chest and his knees giving out underneath him. The total blackness he was in, gave way to a familiar room. Hardwood was pressing at his knees and the warmth from the fireplace was burning his back but he didn't care, didn't pay attention to those things. His eyes were glued in front at the scene where a small boy was standing and showing his hands at the older man who was smiling at him, smiling at the boy and praising him, making impressed noises when he saw the small energy ball, the size of a tennis ball, dark purple and white swirling around.

Yet, as soon as the scene came to be, just as soon it turned into smoke, disappearing and blunging him in darkness again. Leaving him alone, clutching his shirt, trying to keep himself grounded as tears streamed down his eyes, quiet and sad. It was silent, not even his own breath could be heard inside this black box he was in. It was too silent, his ears straining for even a sound but nothing could be heard because it was too quiet, too silent and Corneille couldn't stand the silence because it always meant that something bad was going to happen.

The sound of thunder and the sudden flash of lighting startled him, drawing a scream from his throat as he jumped to his feet, looking around only to come face to face with a scene he was all too familiar with, a scene that included the worst time in his life.

It was in black and white, like a scene from an old movie but Corneille knew that it wasn't that long ago. Rain was falling from the sky like the weather was responding to his emotions. Cold rainwater coated the dirt, making the fresh dirt stand out even more. A black umbrella was covering the two people standing in front of the two headstones, the water droplets smoothing down the beautiful headstones. The boy from before was holding the old man's hand, both looking at the graves with solemn looks.

"Ne t'inquiète pas, mon garçon. Je serai toujours à tes côtés." the man said, voice deep and soothing as he squeezed his hand, trying to offer some courage to the young boy by his side, the young boy who just lost his parents in a terrible accident.

'But you aren't here when I need you the most!' Corneille screamed but no one of the two acknowledged him. Of course they wouldn't, he was an outsider in his own memories, looking at the scenes like he was a stranger instead of the little boy who had gone through all those feelings, who had gone through all that pain and was still here, fighting and moving forward because he had promised, because he couldn't let him down. Not him. Anyone but him.

...

Awareness didn't come slow to him. Instead, it came with a stinging pain on his right cheek and a slap on the face. Quite literally. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with big brown eyes looking at him with exasperation.

"Finally, you are awake! Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to wake you up? Jesus, you sleep like a brick.'' the man said and got up with a groan, hands on his knees as he pushed himself up straight again. Corneille looked around him and came to the startling realization that they were still in the Amazon, right in the middle where they had landed.

Panic was threatening to rear its ugly head but Corneille pushed it down. He had messed up and now he had to somehow fix this problem. He couldn't become even more a burden than what he already is to these people. He looked at Alexandre who was in turn looking down at him with a raised eyebrow and an expectant look on his face. Blushing, the young boy quickly scrambled up and dusted himself from the dirt and the leaves that were on his clothes.

''Where are the others?'' he asked the man since he was the only one he was able to see.

''We separated. The girls went to see if they could find some food while the other two boys went to search for water,'' he said with a shrug, ''I stayed behind to keep an eye on you and also see if you can make conjure us a pocket dimension where we can stay for the night.'' he said so easily and expectantly, like making a whole new dimension was as easy as breathing.

Cold sweat starting covering his entire body, the cold breeze of the night making him shiver. His heart starting beating quickly and his palms were sweating as well. He gulped audibly and looked at Alexandre, then at the space around him, then back at the man who was silently looking at him but his eyes held no judgment, only expectation and he didn't know which was worst.

''I...I....ehm....I'm not...not sure that I can. I mean...I mean that it is usually a lot of work and it takes time and it probably won't be very stable since I am not a trained dimensionalist and the biggest space I have made is like a single room and I couldn't really sustain it that long and I don't know how big I can make it so it will hold all of us and-'' he started rumbling, his anxiety rising with each word spoken. His hand was running over his hair, messing it up even more and his eyes darted around, breaths coming more shallow. He was sweating in places he didn't know he could sweat and he thought that maybe God would be merciful and let him die of a heart attack.

He was frantic in the inside but he tried not to show how much he was freaking out on the outside, not wanting to seem weak or something in front of what he knew was a very powerful man. Taking a deep breath, he moved to the middle of the clearing where they were located and brought his hands together, cupping and raising them higher. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus, tried to silence his mind and let it become empty. Soon, a purple and white energy ball created it self in his hands, steadily growing and becoming larger and larger.

He was sweating, this time not from anxiety but excursion, dropping his hands when the energy ball became so big that it didn't fit in the cup of his hands anymore. He was breathing heavily right now but he wouldn't let anyone else down. He was at the least capable of making a goddamn room, he was useful not matter how much hr didn't believe on what he said. Five people were depending on his and he wasn't going to let them down.

Dropping on the ground, he heaved and took deep breaths, looking at the purple and white energy ball. With another deep breath, he stood on shaking hands and put his hands on the swirling form of energy, the purple and white mixing together and taking the shape of a big box with a door. For now, that would be enough.

Feet not being able to support him anymore, all of his strength having abandoned him, he collapsed back right into the hands of Alexandre.

"Wow there kiddo." the male said as he caught him and slowly lowered him to the ground. Corneille knew that he had passed his limit as the big box, the shape of an apartment, was the biggest thing he had ever made. It was quite difficult to make a whole new dimension, even one this small and empty, at least for him.

"I'm fine, thank you." he said as he knelt down on the ground, looking at the small building. He knew that inside was empty but it had taken a lot out of him. He scoffed to himself. He really was pathetic, wasn't he. Making only something so small and empty.

"You sure? Please don't pass out on me." Alexandre said and that elicited a small laugh out of him. He turned to the older male who was looking at him concerned. His face softened when he saw Corneille looking and smiled. The younger smiled back encouraging and tried to get up, of course with the help of the older.

"I haven't finished yet." Corneille exclaimed as he moved towards the building, stopping some centimeters in front of it. He started moving his hands like he was manipulating invisible strings in his hands. This process was easier, tethering the dimension in this one but it wasn't any less energy consuming. Yet, he had to do it unless he wanted all of the to get lost in a much more dangerous place than the Amazon.

His hands moved delicately, cautiously and with a precession that came from having done those particular finger movements a thousand, maybe a million, times over. Slowly, but surely the building started to become less and less visible, disappearing in the clearing like someone had put the Invisibility Cloak over it. When it disappeared completely, Corneille stopped moving his hands and leaned on his knees, still breathing heavily. From the corner of his eye, he saw Alexandre move towards it and extend his hand, trying to touch the walls.

"You can still touch it. I haven't mastered the whole technique yet." Corneille said as he stood straight again, taking a deep breath. Being still able to see the building as if it never disappeared, he moved towards the door, opening it and smiling confidently at Alexandre.

"Welcome to our new home for now." he said before getting inside, letting the other man follow.