Disclaimer: I ONLY own Senna, Cara, Kamal and Afar :D

She wandered the streets of the city. But what city? Where was she? How did she even get to this foreign place? This wasn't her home; no, this wasn't Agrabah. It looked somewhat like the city…the tan, coarse ground, some old almost crumbling buildings. She walked around some more. The city seemed oddly familiar but yet still alien. She examined the buildings, houses, and streets. It all seemed so familiar. Where am I? She kept asking herself, but the answer just wouldn't come to her. She simply continued to walk deeper and deeper into the city. With every step she took an added sense of familiarity came to her mind. Suddenly she came upon it; a building so familiar that all doubt of where she was disappeared, a building which held many memories of her past life. She wandered the streets again now confident of where she was, Afar. She turned around and saw a figure in the shadows.

"Who-?" She started to ask. But before she could make out another word, the man stepped out of the darkness.

It was Kamal. But not exactly the same as she had last seem her best friend. He seemed thinner; his skin was tanned even deeper and darker from too much sun exposure (she could only assume) and he had a terrible look in his eyes. He looked at her with an expression of helplessness, despair. She could only look at him with the same expression and she felt tears well in her eyes. She tried to blink them away and this seemed to work.

"Senna" He said his voice slightly raspy and tired.

"I'm sorry Kamal" she said as she walked to him. He backed away from her, now his expression turning into anger, rage. His face tightened and he clenched his jaw multiple times. She could see the muscles on the bottom of his cheeks rise and fall, a sure sign of his resentment…probably for her.

"Why? Why did you do it Senna?" He asked her, trying to calm himself down. His face relaxed only slightly, his jaw muscles still clenching.

"Kamal…I don't-" She started, but broke down. Now she let the tears go…she was being weak, a trait she despised in anyone, especially herself. But this was her friend…her only friend. The one person she was supposed to treasure and take care of and she just left him out to dry. She abandoned him never to find him again.

"Well once I'm dead we'll know who to blame" He said, that sad expression back on his face. He turned to go, but she yelled for him to come back, for him not to leave. But he wouldn't listen, he just kept walking until she saw behind him a man…a guard come out of an alleyway, a knife in his hand, poised to kill; poised to kill Kamal.

Senna shot her eyes open. She was gasping for breath. She felt her lungs closing up, not letting the much needed air into her body. She sat upright and continued sucking in the fresh air that blew in from her massive window near her bed. Finally she could feel her airways letting the air inside. She closed her eyes and rubbed her head, as she calmed down from her nightmare. Within seconds her breathing slowed to a normal pace and she stood up, out of her bed.

She walked to the balcony still recovering from the dream. Once there she grasped onto the hand rail of the balcony and looked at the rising sun, it was so beautiful with warm yellow lights beaming from the burning sun on the horizon. I don't deserve this; I don't deserve to enjoy this beautiful view, this palace, any of it! I'm a horrible person and I should just-

"Aunt Senna!" A young girl of five said running to Senna's door. She opened it and peeked in. Senna turned around and gestured for Cara to come in the room with a sweet smile, trying to change her disposition for her little niece. Cara walked over to Senna.

"Why are you up so early sweetheart?" Senna asked, now leaning her back against the balcony.

"I wanted you to tell me a story about Ali" Cara said, smiling a massive smile up at Senna and swaying from side to side with her hands clasped behind her.

Ever since Cara was born Aladdin had been telling her stories of a young man named Ali. Ali was an orphaned boy who had lived on the streets for most of his life. He told her of the wonderful adventures this poor boy had gone on (most of which happened as part of his everyday life) and how he had found the love of his life, the daughter of nobility. And so both Jasmine and Senna started to tell the stories to the little girl as well, promising they wouldn't tell Cara what the stories of Ali were really based on. Of course though, the two adult women in Aladdin's life didn't like keeping the secret of Cara's father's life from her but at least Aladdin had promised when she was older and ready he would tell his daughter the truth.

Senna moved from the balcony to her bed, sat down on the edge, and patted next to her, indicating Cara should come over and sit down with her aunt.

"Which one?" Senna asked.

"The one about the carpet ride," Cara said walking to Senna's bed. She jumped up to help herself get on the bed and plopped herself next to Senna, causing herself, the bed and Senna to bounce a little before Senna laughed out loud. She looked down at her niece and smiled.

"Which carpet ride?"

"The first one with Iris"

"Ah…okay, well…Ali decided to take Iris on a magic carpet ride to make up for calling her a prize while he had been talking to her father earlier that day. So he held his hand out, asking her to come onto the carpet with him. 'Do you trust me?' He asked and she now knew that Ali was that boy she had seen in the marketplace and so she took his hand and onto the carpet she went. Ali took Iris all around the world, to different places with different cultures. And then they-"

Senna looked up mid sentence to find Aladdin leaning against her doorpost, arms crossed and smiling at the scene before him. When Senna stopped telling the story Aladdin walked in and Cara turned to see what Senna was looking at. At the sight of her father a large smile found its way to her face and she patted the empty space next to herself for her dad to sit down. Aladdin sat exactly where his young daughter had proposed and wrapped his arms around his little girl.

"So, what are we doing today girls?"

"Senna's telling me a story about Ali" Cara said turning her full attention to Senna, cueing Senna to continue the story. But just as she was going to,

"Which one?" Aladdin asked.

"The one about the carpet ride" Cara said, not even turning to her father, but looking at Senna with wide eyes, waiting for the rest of the story.

"So they had finished their-"

"Which carpet ride?"

Senna sighed to herself in annoyance. Then both Cara and Senna looked at each other and rolled their eyes as if on cue.

"Daddy, why don't you listen and you'll find out…men" Senna told her brother, giving him a look that clearly meant don't interrupt the story again. Aladdin laughed at the two girls' concentration on the story and gave Senna a nod of approval to continue the story.

"Thank you…anyway, they had finished the wonderful ride (probably the best night Iris had had in her entire life) and Ali took her to a rooftop in China!"

"Wow" Cara said in amazement even though she had heard the story plenty of times. Aladdin laughed a little to himself.

And so Senna finished her story of Ali to her two listeners. Cara clapped wildly at the end while Aladdin clapped a little, smiling at his daughter once again.

"Ali should have just told Iris who he really is though…why did he think she wouldn't like him because he was poor?" Cara asked Senna, cocking her head to one side.

"A lot of people didn't like Ali because he was poor. People thought he was a bad person because he didn't have any money and maybe he was just scared Iris would think the same way" Aladdin explained.

"Cara…why don't you go see if mommy's awake yet, she was still sleeping when I came in here…alright?" Aladdin asked.

"Okay" Cara said as she skipped away to Aladdin and Jasmine's room. Once the door was closed behind Cara Aladdin faced his sister.

"You've been up a while" Aladdin gave Senna a weary smile.

He knew Senna hadn't had a full week of good night sleeps since she had come home. Her eyes had a slight darkness under them. Ever since she had first come to the palace from Afar she had never completely been the same as he remembered her to be. Of course her arrest and imprisonment had changed her somewhat but he could also see a sort of longing in her eyes that none of those other experiences would have given her. She had the look in her eyes that he must have had when he had lost her, and never thought he would see his sister again. That losing her had all been his own fault and the only thing he wanted in the world was to have her back again at home. She feels the same way…about Kamal. But it's not her fault; she tried all she could.

"Aladdin, I think you should tell Cara about Ali. How do you think she's going to feel when she finds out?" Senna said to break the silence between the siblings.

"Senna please…do you think I'm an idiot?" Aladdin asked smiling at Senna. Senna just looked down at her lap and sighed.

"It's Kamal isn't it?"

No reply.

"If you want we could go back into the city and look for him again…" He offered. Aladdin would do anything Senna wanted to find her friend. He wanted to make her life in the palace as comfortable as possible, as carefree as anyone should feel in the palace…especially if they had lived in the conditions the two had lived in beforehand.

"No, there's no point he could be anywhere, he could have died looking for me in the desert, he could have died of starvation, he could be in prison!"

"No Senna! You don't know if any of that's true! If anything had happened to him it wasn't your fault anyway! If he wanted to go out to find you it was his own choice, nothing you did made him choose that!"

"Aladdin, it's been five years…I'm never-" Senna started but then buried her face in Aladdin's chest. The tears just began to well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks uncontrollably. She just sat there, sobbing, trying not to sound so loud because she hated crying. To Senna crying showed she was weak, she hated showing fear and weakness. It was something she couldn't do when she lived on the streets and the habit had stuck.

Aladdin put his arm around his sister and rubbed her arm back and forth trying to sooth her. He tried calming her with his voice telling her it was alright and it will all be okay some day. This seemed to calm Senna slightly as she came off of Aladdin's chest and her sobs slowed. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffled until she had completely stopped crying. Then she looked at Aladdin for a few seconds. Simply staring into his eyes and he gave her a smile. Senna wrapped her arms tightly around her brother.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Aladdin…I think I need to go back home"

"Why? You…" Aladdin sighed in distress. He honestly didn't want Senna to go back to their home…their hovel. Life was so much better here, they had everything they could ever want. Well almost everything, he knew his sister needed freedom…real freedom, to be able to go out and do whatever she wanted when she wanted. She had been so used to living without rules that that was the only way she could live. And he couldn't exactly give that to her in the palace.

Aladdin had kept Senna in the palace for most of the time she had been living with him and Jasmine. She would occasionally go to their home or out in the marketplace to remember the old life and relive it if only for a few moments. But Aladdin didn't want his younger sister getting hurt. He knew too well the dangers of the city.

"Alright but-"

"Thank you Aladdin, I'll see you later" Senna said, wiping her eyes one last time. She walked to her closet, into the very back and pulled out a box. She grabbed some clothes, went to the washroom, put them on and left.

"But..." Aladdin started as Senna closed the door to her room shut.

Senna walked out of the palace with a bundle of what looked like clothes under her arm. She ran down the palace steps as fast as she could so no one would see the future sultan's sister leaving the vicinity. She found her way into an alleyway once she had actually made it into the city and unraveled the bundle of clothes and placed it over her body, it was a dark brown cloak. She wanted to be seen or noticed as little as possible, which wasn't too hard for her anyway because many people didn't even know what she looked like…she was only the future sultan's sister and rarely made a public appearance.

Once the cloak was on, she started towards her hovel. But on the way she couldn't help but notice a certain guard surveying the area. She saw his eyes intently looking at a young boy who was examining some fruit at a nearby fruit stall. She saw the boy was readying himself to take one of the colorful pieces of fruit before him and all she could think was how she had done similar maneuvers her whole life. She looked back at the guard and then the boy. The guard was just waiting for the boy to take the fruit and then he would have him, caught thieving.

Senna walked towards the guard and hit his elbow with her own, causing the guard to lose his focus on the boy and fruit stand for a moment.

"I am so sorry sir" Senna said, bowing slightly to the guard and walking away, her cloak tightly wrapped around her.

She looked back at the scene before she was out of eye-sight and saw no boy near the stall, but the vendor shouting about his wares to the public. She smiled to herself as she neared her old home.

But Senna didn't see the young man, watching the whole scene play out, including Senna's actions.

Up another abandoned home, a jump through a rooftop and up a few rickety stairs; and Senna was truly home. She looked around the place; it hadn't changed much. She hadn't been there for a few months and she didn't see any difference to what it had previously looked like. But then she felt something quite odd. She couldn't place her finger on it but her home had this sense of being used; something she knew couldn't be true, no one was living there now. Then she noticed one corner of the hovel that had previously been bare now held a dark cloak.