October 28. It's been two years since 'the dream' and about seven years since Father was rescued from the lighthouse.

I'll admit, it's been kind of boring and lonely in the lighthouse. Sure, Gizmo is always keeping me company. Without him, I don't think I'd be where I am. But everyday he gets older and slower. Without Father, I can't give him the proper fix.

Father. I miss him more than ever. I can't understand why he left me here. Did he just not care enough to mention, "Oh, hey Zane? I have your brother in the basement. Why don't I go get him for you?"

I'm losing 'the dream'. I can't remember what Ninjago is. I can't remember who was with me when we tried to rescue… somebody. Everything was hazy. I can't remember any faces, or even names.

In a way, I've almost given up on that dream. I mean, look around. No one's coming, and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

I put down the pen with a sigh; closing the nearly full diary I had started nearly two years ago. Why do I ever bother? It's not like anyone even knows this place exists.

But if I'm being honest, I'm still hoping someone will come. I look out on the ocean, and close my eyes, remembering a place far from here. I smile and tell myself, I'll be there one day. Deep down, I haven't changed at all. It's still Zane in there, hopeful and innocent. But everyday I'm reminded that I'm just an echo, and I don't know if that will ever change.

I get up from my desk and grab a broom. It's time to sweep. Again.

I climb up the stairs and begin directing the dust to a pile. Thankfully there isn't too much today, and I'm done in a few minutes.

I look out the window. The sea is calm after last night's storm, and the weather is warm. I walk over the windowsill, letting the sun soak on my rusted body.

Suddenly, my sensors pick up a disturbance on the shore. I immediately glance down and see a boat, broken into pieces all along the beach. I assumed it had crashed during the storm.

I rush down the stairs and rush without hesitation out the door, down the long stairs and onto the sandy beach. I stop and scan for any life forms. My sensors pick up one female trapped inside the upside-down boat. I quickly grabbed the rim and lifted it up.

She is wearing a green dress, now torn and wet from the crash. Her white hair rests on a gold hairpiece, and her makeup is smudged and runny. She had various injuries, including a nasty scrape on her head.

I toss the boat aside and carry her in and up the stairs. I clear the workbench and lay her down.

I grab a washcloth and press it against her head. Thankfully, it isn't as deep as I'd previously thought, and the bleeding stops. I tie the cloth to her head, then grab another and press it against her arm. I continue this process until there are no more serious cuts to clean or cover.

As soon as the urgency of the situation dissolves, I take a moment to absorb the fact that someone finally came. It's too good to be true.

For a brief second a scene flashes before my eyes. I was meeting my brother. He was promising to fix me. He called me little brother. It was all too good to be true.

The moment passes and I shake my head. No. It was too painful to hope. I have a dream that everything works itself out and look what happened? It's best not to think to far ahead.

My sensors tell me she will be hungry when she wakes up. I bite my lip. I hadn't had food for almost seven years. Any food we may have had in storage would be rotten by now. I look out the window and sigh. Time to go fishing.

AN: Everything goes down hill from here for our Echo! Hope you like Part 2 as much as Part 1!