Gaara saw himself sitting alone. So alone, that he could remember what it felt like back then. At least now—no. He was alone now too. Every one in the village was still afraid of him. He knew the only reason they had made him Kazekage was so that they could keep a better eye on him. It had nothing to do with his love for the village.
He looked back at himself. The six year old him was sitting with his head on his knees, crying. And now I can't change that, he thought sadly. I'm dead. Nothing else will change for me.
Some sound seemed to be far away, but getting closer. It was the sound of footsteps. Running. Gaara looked in the direction they were coming from. A younger Naruto was running towards him. He had a smile on his face. When he got to Gaara's other self, Naruto put his hand on his shoulder. The crying Gaara looked up. Warmth spread through him as he saw Naruto's smiling face.
There was a bright light and Gaara was now awake. What? I thought I was dead. He saw Naruto next to him. All Gaara could do was stare openmouthed around him. Not only was Naruto there, but a squad of Sand shinobi. And Team Gai, and Kakashi and Sakura.
So this is what Naruto feels like. He looked again at all the people around him. They were all worried about me? They all came here for me? All were smiling, one was crying. They were. They didn't come because I am the Kazekage; they came because they wanted to.
Naruto looked down at him, smiling once more.
"They all came here to save you."