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.