"Mom?" I asked in a feverish tone. My head started hurting hard, and then I shook my head. I blinked a couple of times and rubbed my eyes. Everything around me seemed odd, and I suddenly couldn't hold onto memories I had upon arriving at my final destination. Here. I looked around briefly, enough to give me a general look of information. There were less people here than I thought there were. Only two, and they were faces I were proud to say I knew. But I'll get back to them in a moment. First, the layout of the land was somewhat gorgeous. The floor was made of golden clouds, and a silver haze stretched over small puddles of water that were on the ground. I was propped up against a shape of the clouds that seemed like a plateau in the middle of an urban city. The flooring that floated over blue skies and silver haze were made white stone, maybe marble, with letters carved into them. In the center of all these "bridges" if-you-will, was an item that I could never forget. A Timegate.

For those who have never heard of such an object, a Timegate is a large circular object that acts like a doorway between realities. I think I found a portable one once, but my memory is quickly escaping me as my head pounds away at my cranium with a rhythm.

I stared at my mother and tried to piece her together, making sure that I wasn't just seeing things. She had long orange hair tied in a ponytail over her glasses and deep pools of blue eyes. She wore a periwinkle turtleneck and blue jeans that read "Mamma gonna make you proud" on the side of her left leg. She was hovering over me, trying to flash her camera in my eyes to help repair my vision faster, and swinging a large wooden club that could have easily been a torch. If my eyes didn't recover from this over-parenting, I would probably need glasses as thick as hers were. (FYI, they are pretty thick.) Slung over her back was a fully loaded automatic shotgun with 5 shells hanging off of the grip in a little necklace.

"Jennabell, can you see me now!" My mother yelled.

"Hun, stop flashing that camera, your gonna drive her blind." A voice said next to her. She finally put the camera down and stared at me with a passionate grin. Mom couldn't help but embrace me with a large hug.

"Jennabell, you're awake. My daughter's finally awake, and here with us." My mother said to a man with balding hair. He coughed into his arm, giving me the tone of voice to determine he told my mom to stop flashing the camera. He came up to me and put an arm on my shoulder.

"Oh Jennabell, don't ever let us leave you alone like that ever again." He said. "We were so worried that we had lost you." I could smell the liquor on his breathe from here and could tell this was my father. He joined mom in a large bear hug and smiled hard as my vision started clearing up from the photo barrage. He and her looked very similar, and thats all I have to say as far as his appearance goes.

"Dad?"

"My god sweety, It's hard to believe that you made it here at all. We thought you would have made it through the front door test like everyone else."

"Huh?"

"Never mind it sweetheart. This is all just one big happy mira- what the f*ck are you wearing?" Dad interrupted himself. I looked down at my garb and tried to configure an answer to that question.

Somewhere in my head, I knew what I had wore when I got here. Even the pounding head of mine was telling me that dad had said the appropriate thing. What the f*ck was I wearing? My hair was doused with yellow glitter which shocked me with static. I was in a long white dress with a yellow checkerboard pattern from the tip of my bra down to my knees. I had a small slot machine strapped to my back, a bracelet wih two dice tied together on my left wrist and a purse full of rare looking gold coins wrapped around my right wrist.

"Good question." I replied.

"She can spend more time answering your questions later Mr. and Mrs. Diamond. For now, I have to quickly end your bonding time." A woman behind us said. "I don't mean to interrupt or anything, but there are more pressing matters at hand again. We need to hurry if anything is going to be stopped." The woman said.

"Yeah, and worse of all she's at it again Mr. and Mrs. Diamond. She killed Rachura this morning, and as far as we know, he's in hell again. So, yeah. This can only mean that she is moving again." A man behind the girl said.

"She's moving again?" My mom asked, apparently in the loop of the discussion.

"Yes, and we think we know what she is up to."

"Who is she exactly?" I asked, hoping for a sense of clarity to the loop.

"Who is she... haha... that's a good one Jennabell. Even that much sleep cant make you forget someone like her."

"Who is it?" I asked the girl. My mom stood up and pulled the girl to the side, muttering something to her under her breathe. My head gave me a good shock of pain and then the girl was escorted by my mom to me.

"Amnesia this serious, huh. Well, that's not very timely and we don't have much time to use." She gave me a hand for a handshake and smiled. "Well Jennabell, the names Amy Walker. This is my sort-of-half-dead-brother Joe Walker. Well, not as much as a brother as he is someone who comes close to me when compared with Innocence .." The woman said. Her introduction was very long and confusing. Innocence? What was this girl, a school counselor?

"I'm so confused. What's going on here?" I asked.

"Ugh... I don't have time for this." Amy said. "Do you remember anything, or have any questions you want to address with me before I have to go? I'm kind of in a hurry so please make it snappy." Amy asked quickly.

"How long have I been out, Amy?" She sat down beside me and flipped through a book titled "How to Break Bad News to a Drunk." She lifted her book over her shoulder eyed me and then continued reading. "Well?" I asked more impatiently. Amy put her book down, flipping all the way to the last page.

"For the sake of my own safety, I would have to say an hour. B-" Joe interrupted Amy by pushing her into a silver puddle of water just next to my bed.

"Jenna, I'ma just gonna be straight with you. It's been a 2 year long nap for you. Everyone but Amy and I thought you were dead. We tried to wake you up for the longest time the last few months and you only woke up today." Joe said with a creepy smile. My eyes widened and I helped Amy flip him into the water and her onto the grounded cloud.

"WHAT!?" I screamed. She gave Joe an evil stare and then nodded yes to me.

"I was going to ease into that, but Joe beat me to it. We've been holding you on life support since you got here with us. We all woke up at different times, you're just the last to wake." Amy explained.

"Wow. I haven't bathed in 2 years. That's... Ewe." I complained. Amy walked away and picked Joe out of the water. She then sat next to me and picked at a white gun in her hand, putting it away when I gave her a "Like-hell-your-shooting-me" stare.

"Meet me at the big white house on a white solid cloud, I'll explain anything else you need to know there." She took my parents and left, while I tried to figure out the last 2-3 minutes that just occurred here.


I stood up. My balance was a little wonky, so that in itself took a few moments. (God, just imagine how hard it must have been to walk. My legs still feel like lead.) I fell a few hundred times before I got three feet away from the cushioning clouds I was sitting on. 2 years. I thought. God, there better be a shower here or I'm going to kill someone every day until they build one.

After an hour of retraining myself to walk, I took a quick look around to try and find the big white house. While I was doing this, I took better notice of the people here. With no walls anywhere I went, it was open roads as far as the eye could see in both directions, left and right. It was just two large golden roads made of solid clouds.

The people of these parts were of varying class. There were pale skinned women in red tank tops and championship boxing pants with belts bigger than they needed to be. They were followed by tigers and girls who looked like angels. There were also many men in black uniforms and sacred clothing similar to shamans and chieftains. There were even little children running around so youthfully holding purple iron knuckles with purple blades hanging from the base knuckle structure.

I've seemed to have missed a lot in the last few years I was asleep.

"Jennabell!" A loud masculine voice yelled out. I turned around, falling flat on my face because I forgot to train myself to turn around. (Wow, what a klutz I am...) Note to self: Teach yourself to turn around stupid!

"A little help please?" I asked. A rubbery grip helped me up, and a man with purple eyes and a golden tuxedo smiled at me with grace. His face widened when he saw me, which made my head hurt a lot.

"Jennabell, you're okay! Oh my god I thought you were dead!" The man said, hugging me with a very firm grip. "I thought you were dead." A tear ran down his face and onto the bare shoulders exposed from my dress.

"Uh... who are you?" I asked gently. He pulled me away and looked at me with his big purple eyes.

"Jenna, it's me. Devon."

"Who?"

"Come on Jenna, no games. Don't you think I'd remember the love of my life anywhere?" He smiled with passion and suddenly my head hurt like crazy. I had to sit down.

"I'm sorry but I don;t know what your talking about." He let go of me and gave me a golden coin, smiling as if that would bring back any memories I had.

"Don't you remember who I am?" He asked. I stared at him, until something came to mind. The only thing I actually got was a headache. He had short spiky black hair, purple eyes, and a light skin tone. He wore a gold color tuxedo with matching shoes and tie. He also has a rabbit's foot tied around his neck and a small slot machine on his back. Across his face and along the white of his shirt was a red blood stain.

"Devon!" Amy called out. She ran over to Devon and pulled him aside. She must have seen what I was seeing. This Devon character wasn't himself, or was pushing this way too hard. My head felt like a motorcycle was running in it.

"This'll only take one moment Jennabell." Amy whispered softly, minding my headache. She was whispering stuff to Devon. The only words I could make out was 'it's over.' Like I had a clue what was going on over there. When she was done, Devon walked over to me. Without a moments notice, he planted me with a kiss.

I suddenly had the urge to both barf in his mouth and at the same time kiss him back.

So Instinctively I slapped the silly out of him with my backhand. He fell to the ground, holding his slapped cheek.

"Ow?" He yelled.

"Jenna. Don't do that to him!" Amy yelled at me.

"Why not?"

"Because stupid, that's your boyfriend!"