“ALL THIS CUTE IS GOING TO MAKE ME SICK,” Monster complained. Several of the rabbits skipped around one another, taking turns sipping from the tiny teacup that one of them held, in a sort of dance around the Maypole without a Maypole. “Did you tell them you’ll send them back into a dream after this is over?”

“I didn’t get to that part,” Sophie said.

“Humph.” Monster raised his tentacles up as the rabbits held paws and danced in a circle around him. “Stop that. Shoo.”

“No one will notice a few extra rabbits,” Ethan said as the pink bunny hopped over his feet. “Except that one. People might notice that one.”

Glitterhoof pranced from hoof to hoof. “We should hurry. Time slips away.”

“My Little Pony is right,” Madison said. “Enough with the bunnies. He could be back any moment now, and we’re fiddling around with rabbits.”

Sophie watched the rabbits dance, and her heart sank. “Sorry. It’s the best I could do.” The attack on the chair was impressive, but they certainly weren’t looking very vicious right now. She wished there were time to try again, though she didn’t want to face that headache. She hadn’t had a headache with the first couple of dreams—she wondered if she’d drunk the wrong type of dream, or too many too quickly.

“Come along, children and furry things,” Glitterhoof said as he trotted up the stairs.

Sophie followed behind. The basement door was bowed out at the hinges and shattered in the middle, leaving a gaping hole. Gashes split the wood in multiple places.

“Wait, what if he’s already here?” Madison asked.

Sophie laid a hand on Monster’s shoulder. “Can you check and see if it’s safe?”

“Stealth is my middle name.” He slunk up the stairs and then paused. “Actually, I don’t have a middle name. Wait here anyway.” He then scampered into the shop.

Waiting on the stairs, Sophie listened as hard as she could. She didn’t hear anything—aside from the soft thumps of the rabbits as they hopped up the stairs. They weren’t a match for monsters. Maybe they could serve as a distraction. It wasn’t a nice thought, but if the monsters were indeed hungry . . . She glanced guiltily at the bunnies.

Monster poked his head around the corner of the doorway. “All clear.”

“Take as many dreamcatchers as you can,” Sophie told Ethan and Madison.

Gathering up dreamcatchers from the windows, Sophie stuffed them into her pockets and then filled her backpack with a bunch more. The others pocketed as many as they could too.

“Ready?” Ethan asked.

She surveyed the shop. Three kids, a winged pony, one monster, and a bunch of fluffy rabbits. It wasn’t much of an army.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Monster said, “We may be little, but we are fierce.”

All the rabbits stopped and looked at her—silently, solemnly, as if awaiting orders. A shiver chased over her skin. There was something in the weight of all their stares. Maybe, just maybe, they’d do all right.

“Okay, anytime now,” Madison said.

Opening the back door, Sophie watched them all file outside. The backyard was dark, the shadows lit only by stray light from Ms. Lee’s windows next door. Crickets chirped.

“Any chance we can fly?” Ethan asked. “It would be harder for them to see us.”

Sophie turned to Glitterhoof. “I know you said three was too many, and now we have the bunnies, too, but you’ve been so brave and strong and . . .” She tried to think of another adjective.

“And sparkly,” Monster supplied.

“And heroic,” Sophie corrected. “Do you think you could try? Please?”

He preened. “But of course. Climb on.”

The three of them climbed onto his back, squeezing together around the wings. Monster clung to the winged unicorn’s mane. The rabbits climbed onto their laps and shoulders. Sophie felt as if she were wearing a fur coat. Several draped themselves over her shoulders and around her neck. Glitterhoof flapped his wings and rose off the ground.

Together, they flew up into the clouds and over the town.

Sophie felt wind in her hair. She tilted her head up and let the wind blow away her fear and doubt. She could do this. Droplets from the clouds sprayed into Sophie’s face as they burst through. She saw the house below them, surrounded by dense clusters of trees. Lights were on inside, casting an amber halo on the lawn. It looked so innocent and ordinary from above; no wonder they’d been fooled. She wondered what was waiting for them down there. She hoped her parents were all right.

“Wait!” Ethan shouted.

Glitterhoof braked with his wings. They all lurched forward onto the pegasus’s neck. He flapped, holding them at a steady height. “Ow, what—” Madison began.

“His car!” Ethan pointed at the street below as Mr. Nightmare’s car pulled away from the curb. High above, they watched him drive away from the house and around the curve. The other cars were gone—she guessed the fights were over for the night. “Go now!”

The man with the muscles was still in the backyard. Now she saw him for what he was: a guard. She didn’t see any monsters with him, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there, lurking in the empty pool or behind a manicured bush or inside the barbecue grill. Leaning forward, Sophie pointed at him.

“Yes, yes, I do have eyes, you know,” Glitterhoof said. “Bright and beautiful eyes, I might add, fit for captivating princesses.”

Folding his wings, the pegasus dived for the muscle man in the yard. Sophie clung to his back as he flew silently, faster and faster. As if he felt a sudden rush of wind, the muscle man looked up, but it was too late. Glitterhoof slammed into him.

The man flew backward and landed flat. He opened his mouth to shout, and one of the rabbits hopped off of Glitterhoof’s mane onto the man’s face, pulled off his suit coat and top hat, and shoved them into the man’s mouth.

“Nice,” Madison said as she slid off Glitterhoof’s back.

Ethan gave the winged pony a thumbs-up.

All of them dismounted and crept toward the house. Just because Mr. Nightmare was gone, it didn’t mean the house was empty. It would be good if they could get inside unnoticed. “Monster, back door?” Sophie whispered.

Scampering ahead, he ran up to the back door and stuck his tentacles into the lock. In a few seconds, it popped open. The pink rabbit pushed past him and hopped inside, and then a stream of rabbits followed.

Sophie hurried to the door, but Monster stopped her, Ethan, and Madison with a tentacle. “Let the rabbits scout first,” he suggested.

A second later, a rabbit hopped out and waved his paw, gesturing them inside.

They crept into the kitchen. It was dark—the light from outside fell in through the window across an ordinary sink, stove, and table and chairs. Lucy’s backpack was no longer on the table. The only thing on the table was a newspaper and an empty glass. With the rabbits in the lead, Sophie peeked into the living room and dining room. “All clear,” she whispered.

Ethan disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard the shower curtain shift. “Sophie . . . I think you need to see this,” he whisper-called. She and Monster headed for the bathroom. “I don’t know if this is anything, but it has lots of tubes and stuff, like the somnium, and . . .”

Sophie didn’t hear the rest of what Ethan said. She stared into the bathtub. Sitting there, inside the tub, was the distiller.

It’s here! she thought. That means . . .

Monster placed a velvety paw on Sophie’s hand and voiced what she barely dared think: “If he has the distiller, then your parents must be here too.”

Sophie felt herself beginning to smile. The distiller would be useless without Mom and Dad. If Mr. Nightmare wanted dreams distilled, then he’d have to keep them nearby. “Let’s find them.”

“I can tell you they weren’t in my cell,” Madison said. “Look upstairs?”

All of them headed for the stairs. The rabbits hopped up first, and the others followed. Upstairs was a dark hallway, lit only from the faint downstairs light. There weren’t any windows on the hall. Sophie counted five doors. With the others in a semicircle around her, she tried the nearest door, bracing herself in case it wasn’t empty. The rabbits filed inside, and she followed.

The first room was a bedroom. The sheets on the bed were rumpled, and a stack of laundry was falling off a chair next to a closet that was stuffed with men’s shoes. This could be Mr. Nightmare’s bedroom. It looked so . . . normal. A pile of books, mostly biographies, was on the bedside table, along with an alarm clock. The dresser surface had an electric razor plugged in and an assortment of ties and belts.

A dreamcatcher hung from the headboard. Monster pointed to it. “That’s ironic,” he whispered. “Mr. Nightmare doesn’t want to experience his own nightmares.”

The rabbits nibbled on the carpet as Sophie, Madison, and Ethan checked under the bed and in the closet and then gathered at the door. Monster pushed it open with a tentacle and poked his head outside. “All clear,” he said.

They tiptoed back into the hallway. The next room was a bathroom, ordinary, with two toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste, and a sliver of soap in the soap dish. The mirror was spotted with dried toothpaste, and there was a ring of mold around the drain in the sink. There was nothing monstrous. And nothing that indicated her parents or Lucy were here.

Next was a linen closet containing nothing more ominous than towels and a vacuum. “This isn’t going well,” she whispered. “Maybe they’re—”

She heard footsteps on the stairs and cut herself off. Quickly, Ethan and Madison piled back into Mr. Nightmare’s bedroom, while Sophie and Monster ducked into the linen closet, squeezing in next to the vacuum. She hoped the rabbits had the sense to hide somewhere too.

In the closet, Monster murmured, “Reminds me of where I was born.”

“Shh.”

She saw a shadow pass in front of the linen closet, and then she heard a growl. On the plus side, that didn’t sound like Mr. Nightmare—he hadn’t suddenly returned. On the minus side . . . “Guess the monsters aren’t all in cages.”

“Ready for our first one?” Monster asked.

“On three,” she whispered. “One, two, three . . .” She burst out of the closet. She saw the monster—he was as gray as a rock and had multiple arms bulging from his back. Monster leaped for his head. The creature howled. His many arms flailed, but the rabbits swarmed him, leveling karate kicks at his body. Several jumped on each arm, pinning it down. He tossed a few rabbits against the walls, but they sprang back and ran for him again. Jumping on, the rabbits continued to cling to his arms, while Monster pulled him off balance with his tentacles. With rabbits all over him, he fell to the floor. Monster and the rabbits quickly backed away as Sophie sprang forward and pressed the dreamcatcher against his gray skin. He faded beneath her, and she thumped to the floor.

“Madison, Ethan,” she called in a whisper. “It’s safe. For now.”

They crept out of the bedroom. One of the rabbits had lost his top hat, and the other had her apron askew, but everyone seemed okay.

“Nice job,” she told the bunnies.

They nodded briskly at her.

There were two more doors on the floor. Sophie hurried to the next one and tried the knob—locked. Maybe, maybe, please, her parents would be behind it! She stepped back so Monster could open the lock with his tentacles. The lock unclicked.

All of them readied their dreamcatchers as Sophie swung the door open. The rabbits hopped inside, and the rest of them followed.

Inside was Lucy.

She was cowering on the bed, her knees tucked under her chin. Her face was red and splotchy, as if she’d been crying. Prowling around the foot of the bed was a lizard-like creature.

The ninja bunnies charged. They swarmed over the creature, knocking him to the floor. Wielding a dreamcatcher, Sophie threw herself onto its tail and pressed the dreamcatcher to his hide as the rabbits leaped off.

He swept his tail to the side, and she was tossed against the wall. Madison and Ethan rushed forward and both slapped dreamcatchers onto him.

The lizard thing flailed but then at last faded.

Sophie hurried to Lucy. “Are you okay?”

Lucy’s lower lip was quivering. She nodded, then shook her head, lips pressed together as if she was too terrified to scream or cry. Several rabbits jumped up and climbed onto the bed. One sniffed at Lucy’s feet. Another curled against her leg. A third—the pink one with the bow tie—hopped into her lap and snuggled.

She scooped the pink bunny into her arms and hugged him, crying into his fur.

“You’re safe now,” Ethan said. “We’re here to save you.”

Sitting on the bed, Madison put her arm around Lucy. “They saved me, and now we’re saving you. But you need to be brave. We still have to—”

Lucy gave a hiccup-yelp and pointed toward the doorway.

Sophie turned to see another monster. Slinking through the door, it looked like a mix between a dog and an insect. Eyes covered its hairy body. A tongue shot out of its mouth, and then it widened its mouth and roared.

Monster and the rabbits ran toward it. The dog-insect snapped its teeth at Monster as he leaped over its head. From behind, Monster latched his tentacles around the dog-insect’s neck, but the creature seemed not to notice. Circling it, the rabbits kicked and bit. The pink rabbit jumped off Lucy’s lap and ran to attack the monster too. Dragging Monster with it, the dog-insect began going after the rabbits. It chomped one on the leg, and the rabbit squealed.

“No!” Lucy cried, speaking for the first time. “Don’t eat the bunnies!” Jumping off the bed, she charged across the room, past Sophie, and leaped onto the back of the dog-insect. Sophie, Madison, and Ethan ran forward to help. As Lucy rode the night­mare, Sophie pressed a dreamcatcher to its side. Monster and the bunnies backed away as the dog-insect faded beneath the girl, and she collapsed on the ground.

Lucy lay on the carpet without moving or speaking.

“Lucy?” Dropping the dreamcatcher, Sophie knelt next to her.

“I did it!” Lucy lifted her head, and Sophie saw she was smiling. “I always run in my dreams, and I’m never fast enough. But this time, I didn’t run away. And now it’s gone.”

Beside her, the rabbits tore the dreamcatcher into shards of wood and bits of string. Sophie moved to stop them—a dream was a dream—but she was too late. The dreamcatcher was shredded, and the monster was permanently gone.

Monster and Sophie stared at the ruined dreamcatcher. Kneeling too, Madison hugged Lucy, who hugged her fiercely back. “I didn’t cry,” Lucy said. “I didn’t scream. It would have eaten me if I screamed. That’s what he told me—the scary nightmare man, I mean. He wanted me quiet. Can I scream now?” Her voice sounded hoarse, as if she’d done a lot of screaming earlier.

“Not yet,” Madison told her with another half hug.

“Why do you have rabbits?” Lucy asked.

“Don’t ask,” Madison said. “Trust me, you don’t want to know. But they’re friendly, and so is that fuzzy thing with tentacles.”

Sophie wanted to tell the little girl how sorry she was that this had happened; how she’d wanted to help Lucy with her nightmares, not give her more; how it was going to be over soon and she’d never have to see Sophie again. “Do you know where my parents are?”

Lucy began to cry. “I want my mom and dad.” The rabbits clustered around her. The pink bunny rose onto his hind legs and wrapped his paws around her ankle in a hug.

“We’ll bring you to them,” Ethan promised. “But we also need to find Sophie’s parents. Have you seen them?”

Lucy shook her head.

Sophie felt her heart sink, but she told herself it didn’t mean anything. Lucy had been locked up. It made sense she wouldn’t know where the other prisoners were. There was still one door that they hadn’t opened.

Crying harder, Lucy clung to Madison’s arm. Sophie expected Madison to brush her off, but she didn’t. She seemed uncharacteristically gentle with Lucy, and Sophie thought of Madison’s younger sister, who had been born sick. Arm around the younger girl, Madison guided Lucy out into the hallway. Sophie, Ethan, and Monster followed.

“One door left,” Ethan said.

Her parents had to be there. She was sure of it. She felt her heart pounding faster. Ethan reached the door first and pushed it open. The rabbits hopped in, followed by Monster.

Inside, a girl’s voice said, “What is that? And why are there rabbits wearing clothes?”

“Whoa, another prisoner,” Ethan said.

They all pressed inside, following the rabbits. Sophie squeezed past Ethan to stand between him and Madison. Lucy darted around them.

Inside was a bedroom covered in posters of the night sky. An unmade bed was in one corner, piled high with teddy bears and a stack of books. A girl with brown hair and brown eyes—about Sophie’s age—in a pink T-shirt and jeans stood in the middle of the room. She was hugging a book to her chest, as if she’d just been reading. Her hair was stuck in a ponytail and bangs fell over her eyes. Sophie tried to squash her disappointment that it wasn’t her parents.

Scurrying forward, Lucy grabbed the girl’s hand. “Come on! Hurry!”

The girl resisted. “Who are you? What do you want?”

Forcing herself to smile, Sophie waved. “Hi. I’m Sophie. That’s Lucy, and this is Ethan, Madison, and Monster. I don’t know the rabbits’ names. What matters is that Lucy’s right. We have to hurry.”

Pulling away from Lucy, the girl retreated across the room until her calves hit the bed and she had to stop. A teddy bear toppled from the bed onto the floor. Bending, the girl scooped it back onto the bed and dumped the book with it, all without taking her eyes off them. “But . . . How did you get here? You need to leave! It’s not safe. There are monsters in this house. They’re trained to attack strangers.”

“Yeah, we noticed,” Madison said.

Crossing to her, Sophie held out a dreamcatcher. The girl stared at it and then at Sophie. “Press it against any monster you see,” Sophie explained. “Except that one.” She pointed at Monster. “He’s my friend.”

“You’re friends with a monster?”

“It’s a little weird,” Madison agreed, “but he’s a nice monster.”

Sighing as if he were long-suffering, Monster said, “I am not nice.”

Sophie wondered who the girl was. She didn’t recognize her, and the policeman had said there were two missing kids. Maybe she was from another town, or kidnapped at another time. Judging from the room, it looked like she’d been here for a while. Clothes were draped over a chair and bulging out of a closet. Crumpled pretzel bags filled the trash can. The rabbits sniffed at her shoes, and the girl skipped away as if afraid they’d bite. Gently, Sophie asked, “What’s your name?”

“Christina.”

“Christina, have you seen any other prisoners? Maybe a man and a woman who kind of look like me?” She tried to keep her voice calm and even. If Christina had been here a while, she might freak out easily.

“Her parents,” Ethan clarified.

Christina shook her head slowly. She must be in shock, Sophie thought. She wondered how long she’d been walled off in this room. Weeks? Months? Sophie felt a surge of pity.

“Can we go home now?” Lucy sniffled.

Sophie held out her hand toward Christina and hoped she looked friendly and kind. She didn’t have much practice with that. “We’ll help you go home too. Come with us.”

Still shaking her head, Christina was looking at Sophie as if she had sprouted tentacles. “But I . . . I don’t understand.”

Slowly and clearly, Sophie said, “We’re rescuing you.”