Darkness, darkness for a long time. Open my eyes and close, open and close. The same. Darkness inside darkness outside.

I'd been dreaming. Tossed around in a black sea. When you know you're dreaming you wake up. Sometimes you wake into another dream. However, when you wake and nothing changes, that must be reality.

Darkness and things out there in the dark. Pain. It was far away from her and the closer to her and then part of her. Part of me. I was filled to the brim with hot liquid pain. Although the darkness remained, I could see the pain. Flashes of color fireworks exploding silently behind my eyes.

I started to search for something without really knowing what it was. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know what it was. It took an effort, like a fantasy pulled from real life. That was it. Yuffie. I recognized that. My name was Yuffie. The other name was harder. There was little bits missing from my mind and it seemed to have got lost among the missing bits. What was my last name? As I try with my might to remember. I focus on a memory on a class register. Eve, ,Cassini, Sahib, Strife, Lockheart, Kisaragi, Highwind. No, stop. Go back. Lockheart. No. Kisaragi. Yes, that was it. Yuffie Kisargi. I clung to the name as if it was a life saving device that had been thrown to me in a raging stormy sea. Wave after wave of pure white pain clashed itself against the inside of my head.

Too much. I closed my eyes . My name slips once again.

Everything existed attached to everything else. How long was it like that ? Minutes, hours. And then, like fading fog, things resolved and separated. The smell and taste of metal made me think of dirty forgotten places.

Sound of my own laboring breathing. Searching for more sounds. Was there a noise or just the blood flowing though my veins.

My body hurts all over, lying uncomfortable. I could not move. Was this what it felt like to be paralyzed? Had I been in accident. Lying who knows where, waiting to be found. Couldn't remember. Maybe this time I failed. Would I be reported missing. Would anyone care? Just maybe they would be happy.

I must be brave, not waiting to be rescued. What if I am only yards from people going to work. I need to move. Think clearly. There has to be a reason for this. Me lying on something hard. Trying to think of other possibilities. Where was here?

Finally able to raised my head. Still was wearing cloths but where was my shoes. In the dark. I'm hooded. Ridiculous. Could it be a sick joke? I remember stories of women being paralytically drunk, shipped around. Waking up in strange places only in your underwear.

Something had happened. I knew that without question. One possibility was that it was something funny. So many possibilities so little time. Where was I? This place was damp like a basement. Fear creeping in my heart. Was my death near? I made a low groan. Being able to somewhat speak. Started to shout till my throat hurt. Movement nearby, someone scrambling. Cloth shoved in my mouth.