Jack stood dead still, immobile. He could feel something around his legs. The nightmare sand. It was wrapping itself around him. He tried to get out of it but it was dragging him down. He was no lying flat out his staff only centimetres from his hand he tried to reach it but hie couldn't. He could feel himself growing weaker and weaker and the globe was down to one light. A sudden force of strength came to Jack he didn't need his staff. The power came from his body, the power within. "No!" Shouted pitch "destroy the last light!" Nightmares swarmed around the globe. The light still remained. Jack got to his feet and shot a mischievous look at pitch. Pitch disappeared and left behind a shadow that quickly left the building. Jack didn't try to follow it, instead he stood there wondering 'who was the last light?'