She's floating in the nothingness for what feels like forever. She doesn't even know how or why she is
here, only vaguely remembers something about people running about and then something about darkness
and fear and a tremendous wave and drowning in its murky waters. Except she doesn't really drown. She's still
floating and her head aches and she feels like there's something or someone she needs to remember. And
then her mind registers a distant sound of someone calling a name, perhaps her name, and she feels a
warm hand on her cheek and tries to open her eyes but when she does, all she sees is darkness, and her
heart begins to hurt a little. Because she still feels the warmth of that palm on her face and she still hears her
own name being repeated over and over again by someone, but she can't see that someone, she can't even
remember if she knows that someone or if that someone even exists. She thinks she must have gone insane in
this nothingness, and suddenly the hand on her face is gone, the warmth is gone and the soft voice calling for
her can no longer be heard. And she opens her mouth to call for this person, to tell them not to leave her, but
when she tries to speak no sound comes out. And she suddenly feels scared, so scared and so miserable
because she knows, doesn't remember, but she knows that she's had something to do, somewhere to go, a
dream to follow, someone to meet again, but now she can't because she is in a place that doesn't even feel
real, and perhaps she is no longer real either, if she has ever been. Then she suddenly feels tired and her
mind goes blank and all she sees before losing consciousness is the dissolving of darkness. And when
she comes to, she's in the Academy and there's suddenly so many people and she knows them, she
remembers them and she remembers herself too - her name, her dreams and her friends and everything in her
life. And she sees that person, and she is glad she hasn't forgotten him, and she laughs a little when everyone
rushes to thank him and hug him because she knows he's saved them again and she knows that a simple
thank you is not enough for the lives he's brought back but she will say it anyway because this is how it should
be. And as she stumbles along with the ecstatic crowd she feels someone's eyes on her back and she turns
around but there's no one there. Then she remembers that warm hand and that soft voice and suddenly a
sweet fragrance of roses fills the air around her.
