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“Sandman?” Heath asked, sitting back. 

“Yep,” he picked up another block, this time a triangle. He held it over the circle slot before moving towards the square slot. “No,” Heath shook his head motioning towards the other slot. “That one.”

“Oh,” he gasped, clapping his hands together when the block disappeared inside the box. “I’m Don.”

“Heath,” he introduced himself. “Friends?”

Shaking his head Don repeated “friends.”

Heath looked up at the sound of footsteps coming towards them. “Go home now?”

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2.39 Moving Forward

Heath looked up from the train he and Don were watching go round and round on the track.  “You find daddy?” he asked the man walking towards

Adam and Heath have to learn to adjust to doing things in a new way. The next chapter the Van Winkle Legacy is available on my WP blog if you want to read it now otherwise it will be added to the queue and posted later.

Clare Littlefield was made by @dstarstories

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“In your dreams,” he promised.

Turning to the sandman “I ready.

“Come with me, little one,” the sandman held his hand out.

Taking it Heath lagged behind, watching Don as he turned back to his train. “I come back some day,” he said.

“Perhaps one day,” the sandman agreed “when you’re older and know how to come and go by yourself. But now you go home.”

“See Daddy,” Heath said.

“That’s right,” the sandman confirmed. It was a simple process to send the boy back now that he was able to find the father’s dream thread. “Goodbye little one”

“Bye,” Heath lifted his hand and was gone before he could wave.

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“Not yet little one,” the sandman patted Heath’s head. “Play with my nephew until I’ve finished the calculations. Your father has woken up. It’s a little more difficult to send you back to the waking world.”

Heath nodded as if he understood every word. He knew calculations meant time. Time meant nana’s worst visions could come true. His bottom lip trembled “wanna go home now.”

Don moved next to him, giving him a hug. “Home soon,” he promised “Unco Sandy said so.”

Wiping a chubby hand across his eyes Heath nodded. He understood that sometimes promises take time. Nana said he’d see daddy again and he did. If Sandman said he’d get him home he’d believe him. “Play?” he murmured, trying to get his mind off things he couldn’t control.

Don trotted over to his train “come, play.” 

Heath joined him and soon their giggles drifted to the sandman’s work room where he worked on a formula to send Heath home.

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“You lost too?” Heath asked the little boy once they were inside the Sandman’s house.

A little boy about the same age as Heath looked up, a shy smile on his pale face. Shaking his head he resumed fitting different sized blocks into holes.

“I can help,” Heath offered, joining the other boy. 

“Ok,” he held out a block.

Taking it Heath carefully put it through the correct hole. “See? It not hard.”

The little boy tilted his head to the side, his finger tracing the hole the block went into. “I not lost. Comed here to visit Unco Sandy.”

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2.38 Remorse

“You lost too?” Heath asked the little boy once they were inside the Sandman’s house. A little boy about the same age as Heath looked up, a

Clare confronts the seer while Adam sleeps. What will happen when Adam finds out what happened to his son? Will the Sandman be able to send him home? The next chapter of The Van Winkle Legacy is available on my WP Blog if you want to read it now otherwise it'll be added to my queue and posted later.

Clare Littlefield was made by @dstarstories

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“Why?” Heath’s bottom lip trembled as large tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Because you do not belong here,” he explained. It was the simplest explanation without going into detail about how it would cause an imbalance between the worlds. Although he detected the child was of both this world and the waking world. He might have the ability to move between both but it was one that needed to wait until he was older and could control the shifts between worlds himself.

“Why?” he asked, staring up at the sandman.

Chuckling, the sandman shook his head “don’t give me those puppy eyes. It won’t work on me.”

Heath’s entire body heaved as he sighed. He knew the look on the Sandman’s face. It said no with no ifs ands or buts. It was the look his daddy would give him when no meant no. “Otay,” he accepted his defeat gracefully.

Don held his arms out “bye bye.”

“Bye,” Heath murmured, hugging his new friend back “see you later.”

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Heath looked up from the train he and Don were watching go round and round on the track.  “You find daddy?” he asked the man walking towards them.

“I did,” the sandman confirmed. “Are you ready to go home?”

Heath glanced towards his playmate “can he come too?”

“Me?” Don asked looking up from the train.

“No I’m afraid not,” the Sandman shook his head “only Heath. Perhaps in his dreams you can visit and play together.”

“I come visit,” Heath assured Don.

The Sandman wiped a hand across his mouth, hiding his smile. “No little one, you must never come here again.”