Disclaimer: Gorillaz goes to Damon and Jamie, and the song for this chapter belongs to The Beatles.

He had been alone in his room for six days. In that time, he had not been given any food, and he had to rely on the tap in his bathroom for water. There was no doubt in the singer's mind: Murdoc had simply left him to die. This wasn't the first time this had happened either. After Murdoc had completed the forth part of his radio broadcast, his sanity had gone with it. The green man had taken to locking his singer away for days on end, for reasons he would never tell. This was, so far, the longest period of isolation. Weakly, the singer raised a fist, hitting it once against the door to his dungeon.

"Murdoc… You can't leave me down here…" he said quietly, almost sobbing. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against the door, biting his lip as a few tears escaped from his dark eyes. "I-I don't want to die here…" 2D closed his hands into fists, beating them against the door. "Murdoc, please, open the door!"

He gasped in pain as a fist hit the door in what he believed to be the wrong way, adding more pain to his already bruised hands. Pulling a face, the man stared down at the injury, watching as a small amount of blood left his body through a miniature cut. How did that get there? He glanced back to the door, seeing a drawing he himself had created a week after he had first arrived to this plastic hell and the small amount of blood that had gathered on one of its edges. 2D wasn't exactly an artist when it came to drawing, but he had plenty of time to get the hang of it. He threw himself into it, desperate for the time it gave him to mentally get away.

All on their own, his eyes welled with a fresh surge of tears. He blinked, trying in vain to make them go away as they rolled down his pale face until he remembered that he was alone, and then he allowed them to fall anyway. The drawing was of him and Noodle, back when they still lived in Kong. Back when he was free, when they were together. 2D had drawn them in front of the famous building, both smiling and holding each other by the hand. The singer's lips trembled, and he began to openly cry. His hands covered his eyes, trying to block out the memories, and his legs gave out from under him.

There was no way he could ever forget her, and there was no way he was ever going to see her again.