She waited. Seven years she waited. The world different from hers haunted her dreams each night. The same startling green eyes were the last part of her occurring dream she saw before she awoke. Well the waiting was over she, Chihiro Ogino was going to find her way back to the Spirit world herself.

She missed her friends very much Lin, Kamajii, No Face, Boh, Granny, and she even missed Yubaba. But most of all she missed Haku. She loved Haku with all her heart she had pushed away all the boys that had asked her out, she hadn't even had her first kiss and she was 17 years old. She had saved that special moment for the one she lived Haku.

She thought back to this morning. This morning she had packed a bag with all her necessities. The most important thing she packed was some canvas and a sketchbook. Ever since coming back from the spirit world she had taken up drawing. She drew and painted the bathhouse drawn Lin and No Face, and painted the milky white dragon with emerald hair. Others marveled at her work. They considered her an art novice. The way she captured the colors and the curve of the faces she drew were breathtaking. But no one understood where these creatures were from not even her parents.

Her parents. A pang of guilt hit her. They had stood by her side; through thick and thin they had not judged her for her obsession of the so-called Spirit World. They had encouraged her artwork and they had loved her deeply. She thought about the note they would fid when they woke up, on the fridge and how upset they would be.

"No," she thought, "I can't think like that I just need to keep moving forward." She walked through the forest on the familiar path they had taken seven years ago. She walked on not looking back one foot in front of the other till she got to that familiar red tunnel. It had decayed a little more in the seven years she had been there.

She walked in and pressed her hand against the tunnel for a moment and then she continued on walking. When she finally got to the other side of the tunnel a familiar sight met her, the field that she had seen all those years ago.

As She walked out of the tunnel she found a spot by the little river to rest. She got out her sketchbook, pencil, colored pencils, and her sharpener. As she started to work she did now hear the footsteps approaching or the presence of someone behind her watching her work. Only when she finished her masterpiece was when she noticed the breaths of someone behind her.

As she set the sketchbook down and stood up she slowly turned around. Her eyes met those enchanting green eyes and she was speechless. She slowly regained control of her body.

"…H-Haku?"