This chapter tells Yami's POV of the events (preceding and) during Chapter 2 - "A Golden Box"
What would you call the absence of something? Suppose you would say it is "nothing"... But what happens when there is also an absence of that? Does it suddenly become everything? How?
He didn't know, and he couldn't find enough of himself to figure it out. He was numb, all feeling and emotions gone. Perhaps gone forever. He was too hollow to register any kind of grief about it - or maybe he was just too empty to carry it. He was a whisper that never was; the void around him was all he knew, and it was so dark it felt thick. He wasn't happy, and he wasn't unhappy. He was frozen somewhere in the middle. He was nowhere, and nothing happened. It was like he was just a shell. An empty one. Place him against your ear, and perhaps you would hear the distant rush of the ocean.
There was no time, but it felt like he had forever. There was nothing to do, but it was like he had everything. Living in such a conflicting place was confusing to him, but as soon as he had that thought, it too flew away. Everything was fleeting here. It was like he'd been thrown in the deep ocean and was now floating all alone. He reached out, but no one was there to answer. He had no connection to anything.
But he couldn't fully believe that. There had to be something, or else the skin would just collapse on itself - but he did not have skin... Nor eyes, arms, legs, nor anything else resembling a body. He was just...there. And he had no idea how long he had been there. Or why.
"Run, Jou! Run!"
All he was suddenly came to attention. There - a voice! Instinctively, he lashed out once more with everything he had, begging to be heard. But no. His call went unanswered. But as he waited, the most glorious thing happened...light! So bright at first that it nearly hurt, but he dared not look away from it. It was the first sign of anything he'd ever experienced before, and he would not let this chance get away. As the light became less harsh, he could get an image of his surroundings, though hazy. He knew there were doors, big doors, and there, on the other side, were two beings. Real people.
"...put me down!" He heard the voice now yell, and he, again, cried out.
'I'm in here! Go to the doors!'
The owner of the voice relayed the information to the other, and he could scarcely dare to believe it; he had reached out...and he had been heard. But how? And why now, so suddenly? And who exactly had he connected with?
He was not sure, but he swore he wasn't going to be left back in the darkness of the void again.