This will probably not be short & bit fast, and not my best work.. but if anyone cares for it, I will try my best. Enjoy, and please comment if want me to finish this(well)!

Nekane Desirdra sat on the warm sand of the beach, watching the foam-rimmed waves slowly rising and falling over the shore. After a few minutes of growing curiosity, she threw off her black sandals and walked into the waves' path. Cool water slid past her feet, dragging the sand from under her feet into the sea and leaving her feet in a slight impression in the sand. She giggled. What fun this was - she could sit here by the sea-side forever!

But then, could she really? She remembered nothing but life on this beach, the sound of seagulls screeching and waves crashing, yet it felt like she'd been her for only a few days. Why had she come here? Where was she before? Why couldn't she remember... anything?

"Hey! Desi!"a strangely familiar voice called about six feet behind her.Who was that? Very few people came to this beach, and none of them were remotely familiar. She turned to see who it belonged to, then gasped. It was a teenage guy,(who looked a year or two older than she was)with a fair complexion and dark brown hair and eyebrows clad in jeans, a black tank top, and a burgundy jacket. A Romanesque nose defined his handsome, sharp profile, and she felt a strange, fuzzy emotion well up in the pit of her stomach at the happiness in his silver eyes.

Itzal grinned. It'd been about four years since he'd seen her, and yet she hadn't (physically) changed a bit. Her amber eyes shone with curiosity and her ebony hair rippled in the wind, bound with a yellow ribbon, with the exception of a few wisps that framed her oval face. Her attire, an olive t-shirt and khaki capris, set her into the ranks of normality.

Did she remember him? She'd reacted to the sound of his voice, but after being in a Sleep, it was very unlikely that she would immediately know who he was.

" My name is Itzal; do you remember me?" Her brow wrinkled a bit. She might as well tell him what she knew.

" Not really," she admitted, "but you are very familiar." A frown flickered across her face as she pressed a hand to her throat. She panted softly.

"Desirdra, are you alright?" he asked,concerned.

She nodded,ignoring whatever was bothering her. "Can I ask you something?"

" Sure."

"How did you know my name?" Yes! She recognized her name!

" We were good friends," he said simply.

"Oh."She clenched her quivering fist. She then keeled over, hand clutched to her throat.

"So... thirsty.." she whispered harshly as she lurched forward, expression contorted. Oh, crud. He had to find an IV!

Itzal rummaged through his messenger bag.Aha!" Okay, I got-"

He looked to Desirdra, who was gone.Where did she go? He looked inland, where there was a forest. What happened to the city?

Desirdra stood by the forests' edge, watching the red-armored soldiers with predatorial intrest. She could finally eat if they would just- no, she would do it herself. She flew at the militia with an almost demonic wail.

"...So...HUNGRY!..."

Minutes later, Itzal felt a chill rush down his spine. Someone was singing.And not just anyone-- Desi. It was that song; the song she only sang when she was eating( or was it drinking?)...

Oh, crud.