Chapter 6- Jerk

After an hour of endless walking, he began to question his sanity. Why did he swallow that pill, anyway? He wasn't at all phases, but he couldn't sleep and still had a little fever, so he swallowed some sleeping pills. But he's been doing that for ages, and this was the first time he met someone here in his dream. Or was it even a dream? Or maybe he travelled to a different world? Harry couldn't even fathom the idea. After all, these were all the missions of DRI, right? Nevertheless, this place was wonderful, a little scary, but he could manage this. After all, he was Harry Camilton. Nothing scares him anymore, not even death himself.

Walking past her, Harry noticed something was familiar. This place was silent, too silent even for his liking. Furthermore, the cold, chilling winter wind was foreign to his senses. He wondered if it based these simple experiences on his reality or on a mass scale on his consciousness. Or maybe fate was trying to play with him.

After all, Harry was not a popular gentleman in London. Yes, he was rich and powerful, but he had fewer friends and acquaintances, and he was not a good individual. He admitted that maybe this experience resulted from his ability to mock the reality of its existence. 

For a change, if this was a joke made in heaven, then it's on him altogether. He had no one to blame. Aside from the pill he took earlier before going to bed, this was his fault. He trusted his guts so much that he bet on his way of life with them, and yet here he was.

Staring at Anna and the longing for something inside him scared him all the more.

Had he gone mad? Yet, he has now become used to the 'dream-state-of-his-mind' in which this empty, magical winter land appears to him all too normal. He no longer thought more of it. Instead, he had directed his attention towards the woman in front. He even wonders why he didn't feel the cold. In any circumstance, he should be freezing to death now, yet he didn't feel it. Odd again.

"So if this is the Moonland, is it possible to have our reasoning intact?" Harry asked her.

"I don't know, Harry, can I call you that? Mr. Camilton is a bit too formal, and for your sake, I'm confused as well. And I don't know what will happen now that you are here. " She responded with an exaggerated sigh. Harry's fragrance was so much more exotic. Like the tang of sea air that has a way of making her content and at peace; like it was anchoring her other emotions to the briny aroma that has all the callings of home. A scent that made her feel like she was safe and protected. So this was what she smelled earlier.

She surveyed the land and watched the white land on the horizon. With the darkened skies, the little sun that graced its beauty earlier was gone. Actually, I'd just stare into the skies, alone with my thoughts, until I succumbed and returned to the human world."

"Yes, you can call me Harry... Is that it? Nothing out of the ordinary, or maybe you know, entrancing? Like that of a smoke up in the mountains? " Harry asked, pointing at the peak that may have seemed so familiar to him, yet he wasn't complaining. This cold terrain was amazing. It was as if there was a feeling passing between each living thing, a bond that was visible and blended, a melody beyond the range of his ears but available to his heart. And so, as each leaf moves in the wind, a part of him does as well. So, if this is your dreamland, Moonland, was the real world the human world? Should I be alarmed by those facts? "

"Yes, After all, Moonland is the land of supernatural beings. Like werewolves, witches, vampires, fae, dark creatures, and... "

"Enough, I think I know what you mean by supernatural beings."

"Good, but to answer your query earlier, no! Nothing of that sort has happened ever since my visit here, nothing peculiar has happened, "Anna responded with the same boring tone while feigning a yawn. 'This was new. How could she be so sleepy in her dream? This was way more confusing.' She sat down by the small uneven rock and scanned the mountain uphill. A minute passed, and he noticed how Harry's rugged features were charming. His hair, which gleams in the dappled light from the canopies, and how his face was carefully structured. Yet he seemed rather cold and even gritted his teeth. Such disappointment.

He stopped feeling embarrassed, then turned his head towards her. His voice was soothing, somewhat comforting. She looked up, meeting his gaze. His stare softened.

"Go on, I won't judge." Anna smiled. That smiled... that smiled. He couldn't for the love of God recall where or when he saw it first, and not at their initial meeting yesterday on the way to the office, but he believed he had seen that smile before.

"...I was rather wondering, if in this dreamland..." 

"Moonland," she corrected. 'How could he forget it so easily?'

Fine, on this Moonland with the quote on both sides, does the patterning of our emotions and thoughts relevant to what happens in our sleep in the human world? " 

Anna sneered but was amused at the same time with that query, yet she answered him back in the same manner of boredom. "Harry, I'm happy to hear that you asked the right question, which was fascinating by the way! Truth be told, I thought you wouldn't ask me that." She wondered if he would remember this conversation in the human world, not that it mattered.

"Why don't you explain it to me then?" Harry exclaimed and watched her knit her brow. Somehow, her hair is glossy from the darkness. Oddy is familiar with this as well. Yet, the idea of her being alone with him in a non-working environment doesn't appeal to him at all. She was different here, out of the ordinary even. She was something else. Something like a force to be reckoned with.

"Relax... Why in such a hurry? After all, we're here in the Moonland. Time is irrelevant! When we wake up, just an hour of sleep gives us in the human world. Well...maybe an hour or so, depending on if you want to stay here any longer."

"Can you stop calling it the Moonland? Why not Dreamland? It reflects better. "

"Moonland sounds fancier, so I'll call it whatever I want." Anna answered back with an irritating look. This man was beyond annoying. She couldn't deny her feelings for the so-called jerk. The emotion in his eyes was intense, yet they held the tenderness and life of the sunlit texture. They had a thousand shades of blue and a tiny touch of gold. He had the most elegant eyes she'd ever seen. Somehow, a flush crept up her face, realising that he was staring at her, and his face went blank immediately, and he offered her a scowl.

"Did you think that I care?" Harry stretched his arms; his chest muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he turned around.

"Why am I not surprised?" She smirked, warming to the idea of her hands running through those muscles. She peeked down at her hands, trying to resist the urge to use her ability,... ability to slap someone's butt cheek. She amused herself by peeking at his behind. Not bad, not bad at all. Furthermore, she then quickly looked away as she did not want that erotic image in her head to linger. After all, he was still her boss.

"But you know,... Wait, let me explain this to you. Okay, in this land, I can do anything out of the ordinary. Don't ask! I don't trust you enough yet, so here lies my expertise, and please bear with me." She lengthyly explained that she's been dreaming of this land since forever. However, Anna didn't mention anything just yet, as this is all new to her. His being here was confusing her. Nevertheless, she needs to be reasonable and be cautious.

"Fine, this is your dream; whichever you prefer, pray to tell me whether or not we're going into that smokey mountain peak." Harry questioned her without looking but pointing to that high mountain behind them.

"Are you out of your mind? I've never been there. That mountain looks terrifying and ancient." She quirked. She was not crazy enough to venture there. Why would she? Not only that, but she was used to staying here waiting for something or someone. Why was she always here, by the way? She couldn't even remember.

"Why not sit down for a minute? Then we'll decide what to do next." Anna watched him and trailed off, "...besides, I'm so cold right now I could use a little fire. You know how to make a fire, don't you? "

"Ancient? What is that supposed to mean? And no, I don't know how to make a fire. I'm not a boy scout." Harry added. He made a mental note to recall this later. After all, what happened here was beyond madness. For now, he might believe anything this woman said, even though everything here was unexplainable.

"Fine… Strange and ancient! ... scary, just like the icy mountains of Elsa. Do you happen to have a pair of lighters, by any chance? Or a match?"

"Why on earth would I carry a match or lighter in my sleep? Do I look like I have a pocket in these pants?" He answered her with irritation. This woman was amusing him in the wrong way.

"Pajamas! Those are pajamas. " She corrected him, smiling, and yet the idea of him in those pyjamas was by far the most entertaining of all, and yet erotic. She couldn't help but giggle instead. "...Just kidding, I have one here in my pocket. Why won't you find some twigs, perhaps? I could use a little help. I'm almost frozen to death".

"No, Miss Brown, I am not your slave, so go get it yourself and start a fire. I don't even care if you freeze. By the way, who is this Elsa you talk about?" 

Ignoring him, Anna mumbled, "I hate him back-and-forth pajamas or not." Complaining again, she then picked up some more twigs behind him and stopped. 

"Wait,? You don't know who Elsa is?" She asked.

"No. And do I look like I care about Anna? " He loved her name, running through his lips. He felt something odd. However, it was giving him a feeling of longing for someone. It was something so welcoming, like a call from home, yet he couldn't explain it.

"Where the hell have you been? On Mars? Who on earth doesn't recognized, Elsa? Every kid, every parents, everyone on this planet recognizes her. So, you don't recognized who Olaf

is too?" She shouted back, trying to gain her bearings by picking up more twigs. Shocked and amused at the same time.

Silence. He didn't answer her back. He ignored her instead.

Such a pity. Oh dear old Olaf, somebody's frozen heart needs to have your summer. You know what, I'm going to tell you the story, you poor poor soul." She added and smiled. "...A long time ago, in a kingdom far, far away..."

"Miss Brown! Hell, stop! Stop! " 

She stopped, yet still giggled. She had been ecstatic that he hated it when she annoyed him. However, Anna hated spending ridiculous amounts of energy here in White Mountain. If she was alone, she'd have left already and returned to her bed, with her pink silky duvet covering her, but no! Not only that, but she was stuck on this mountain with him.

She doesn't want to leave him here alone with the unknown, and dang! Why does her name sound so romantic on his lips? She likes it when he calls her by her name, less the sneer, of course. But why does it sound so romantic? He sounds like a lover calling the love of his life when, in reality, he even looks ridiculously cute in his pajamas. And Anna disliked the way he maintained that cool, formal, professional look with her, and she knew she drove him crazy, but he had yet to disappoint her.

She wonders if he was cold or not, and maybe not. He doesn't appear to be frozen at all. Unlike her, she couldn't indeed feel her fingers; even with a coat and gloves on, it felt like she was holding a block of ice.

After some time of complaining about the cold, she gathers some more twigs and some small useable branches, while he, being Zeus himself, just observes her without even making a single blink. 'Was he sleeping?

He appeared not to be blinking at all, and he looked rather lost in his thoughts! "Poor soul."

Tearing up some more twigs, she lights them up with her hands, concentrating, hoping that Mr. Camilton won't notice her. When it's done, she slowly and carefully walked towards him. She unhurriedly raked her hands through her hair and noticed how her stomach clenched with a desire to feed. "Harry, are you okay? You look pale?"

"I'm fine. Now that your fire is up, shall we proceed on this important matter at hand?" He responded, sighing while walking through the mini bonfire she'd made with her so-called match.

So she didn't tell him that she never had a match in her pocket in the first place, and that the fire on this land was her companion, her long-lost only companion; However, what's more important right now was him strolling in front of her, taking small steps lost in his thoughts, and that my friend was the best idea he had ever had.

Damn! Watching him walk away in his pajamas Those butt cheeks were amazing! Smiling to herself, she wonders how it would feel if she touched those fancy little butts.

However, Anna cursed as she felt the biting, frigid chill on her bones as she moved closer to the fire. She shivered and touched her face with both hands, warming it up. A moment later, she stood up. "Did you hear that?" Anna stood up and asked him in a panicked voice. She'd never heard those sounds before, deafening and ear-splitting, coming from above the mountain peak.