The butterflies were stuck in the back of our minds, it was like they controlled our minds. I wanted to see more of them, to know where they were taking me.

Then something inside me rang with an urgency that wrenched me away from the influence of the magical creatures. With a supreme effort of will, I dragged my gaze away, shaking my head to clear the cobwebs. This was wrong. Butterflies didn't glow. And there was something we needed to do, something important...

"Connor!" I called, my voice sounding muffled and far away. "Connor, snap out of it! It's not real!"

But he was lost to me, stumbling deeper...