Tossing and turning in the middle of the night instead of sleeping wasn't new to me. It happens every night. My parents have grown very concerned about me. Ever since I returned from the Spirit World, I haven't been the same. I'm not the same person I once was. Something - a part of me - was missing, probably lost back in the Spirit World with Haku. Haku. The promise. I remember it very clearly, because that is what keeps me up at night.

"Will we ever meet again?"

"I'm sure of it."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now, don't look back until you're at the end of the tunnel."

Every time I close my eyes, I see the tunnel, that cursed tunnel. It's funny that at just 10 years old, I fell in love. Not the temporary kind, but true love. And after all these years, I still feel it. It never left, and perhaps it never will. I longed to return to the Spirit World. Return to Yubaba, Lin, Kamaji, and No Face. Most of all, return to my Haku.