2D woke slowly in his underwater prison. His back hurting from the cheap mattress Murdoc got him. Stupid sod, why did he bring him here? Why couldn't he have left him alone?

His eyes opened slowly seeing nothing but darkness.

"'he bloddy 'ell?" He groaned. " 's it still dark? "

2D looked around. Nothing.

He decided to go up the lift to find out what's wrong. He shuffled around his room, trying not to trip over the items sprawled on the floor. He stepped on a old set on keys, stabbing his foot with one of key chains.

"FUCK!" He screamed in pain.

2D fell backward, hitting his head on his lamp table.

He groaned. All he could think of was getting off this stupid island. Going home, back in London. With Noodle He kept thinking of her. Her soft purple hair, her sweet and gentle smile, her tender voice.
He missed her. He wanted her back, but ..El Manana..she died didn't she?

"NO" 2D screamed. " She couldn't be 'ead! She can't!" 2D wouldn't believe a thing Murdoc said to him anyway, but this? He went to far.

2D slowly sat up and climbed in his bed. The room still pitch dark, he tried to feel for the cut in his foot. He felt his foot and felt the set of keys. 2D's eyes widened, the keys were stuck in his foot! He carefully took them out. He felt his foot, it was sticky and wet. He was bleeding alright.

He grabbed the set of keys and he found a mini flashlight. He sighed in relief knowing he could actually see the cut and around his room. He turned on the flashlight and pointed it at his foot. He was bleeding, but not bad. Seems only the tip of a knife keychain the says " This should distract you while I get the real thing out!" was in his foot.

"The 'fing wos plastic! 'owed it cut me?" He looked at it carefully, noticing part of the plastic split, making a tip sharp enough to penetrate 2D's foot.

He was so focused on the broken plastic keychain he didn't notice his foot bleeding more and more.

"Shit!" He leaned over his bed and grabbed a First-aid kit from under his bed. He fumbled through it and found a bandage and Anti- Bacterial spray.

He wiped his cut, flinching as he cleaned his wound. He sprayed the cut with the spray and hissed. This stung more than wiping it, but rather this than an infection. He covered the cut and grabbed the flashlight key chain. He wanted to see what was up.