I looked around anxiously from my chair, right in the very back of the room. In perfect view of every being around me. Most of them, I would rather not look at. But I was forced to, everyday. Silently counting when she would return, but I was never sure. I was always afraid that one day, she would said away forever. Whether she wanted to or not.

I was in an especially good mood today. For, if my days were right, she would float by. And I would get that same spark of hope that maybe today I could be like her, and escape.

Of course, even though her island was a symbol of freedom, she was still all alone. And that was just as much of a prison as it would be if she were here with us at the Feel Good Inc. tower. I slumped back into my chair, closing my eyes. I tried to focus on breathing, and not the sounds of moans and smells of smoke. My eyes ached, which I didn't know was possible. My throat felt dry and sore, after countless times of singing that song and breathing in the fumes. Then, the familiar music came on, that we were forced to play. I took a deep breath, almost coughing but stopped myself. If we messed up the song, we were punished.

I got up from my chair and walked toward the window, I heard my voice echo through the room, but I felt like I wasn't singing it at all. The chorus started and my tone became lighter. Maybe I would get to see her today.

I caught glimpses of the windmill through the clouds, but it didn't emerge. I gave up, knowing it wouldn't come back around a second time. I dropped my head and waited for the rap. When the rap did come, I didn't know how. But I would always dance. Like they were controlling me, the whole thing made me nauseous. Spinning around and looking at those dizzying images on the screens, not to mention the whole place smelled like stale beer. I stepped backwards until I was in front of the window.

Then, I heard a large crack behind me, and the sound of wind. I turned around quickly, coming face to face with her. Noodle.

Her knuckles were bleeding, so I could have only guessed she punched through the window. She was standing at the tip of her island with her head down. She then looked up at me and smiled. Despite the commotion we were probably causing, nobody's head turned, De La Soul didn't stop. Noodle held out her hand, and I took it gratefully.

I was free. Of all the people she could have saved, she saved me. She still held my hand as she brought me to the edge of the island, where she always sat when she played the solo. The windmill turned around the Feel Good Inc tower, almost like we were taunting everybody. It was so great to finally be able to breath normally and to feel sun and grass and to finally sit next to her. She played her solo, I sang along. Both of us swinging our legs, like we didn't care if we fell.

After the song ended, Noodle set her guitar down. We didn't say anything, we didn't know what to say. The silence was long, but comfortable. "Thank you." I whispered. Her head turned, "Your welcome." she said. It sounded so good to hear her voice again. I pulled her into a hug, I could tell she was surprised, but she still hugged me back. "I missed you so much."

For hours we would talk and laugh and play music. When we got bored we played tag, which was very dangerous and always ended up in one of us jumping onto each other. The last thing I remember was falling asleep next to her.

I didn't wake up peacefully. I woke up to helicopters. Noodle and I both stared at them squinting our eyes. They were the same helicopters that circled around the Feel Good Inc tower, making sure nobody escaped. The landed right in the middle of the island, one of the doors opened and a skinny man with a gas mask stepped out. I wondered if they would make me go back to the tower. The man slowly walked towards us, Noodle never said a word. But I could see the fear in her eyes. The man took hold of my shoulders and dragged me back to the helicopters. I kicked and struggled, which only bent my arms in painful angles. Noodle tried to stop them, but the man from the other helicopter held her back.

Noodle was left alone on the island, and I was taken away. I felt tears sliding down my face as the island faded into the distance. I don't know what did it, maybe being taken away from her, after I just got her back, I don't know what did it, but something inside me sparked.

I silently managed my skinny wrists out of the too big cuffs. The man with the gas mask didn't notice as I pulled on a parachute, but he did notice when I opened the door. Before he could stop me, I jumped.

Have you ever bungee jumped or sky dived? Neither have I. But before you jump, your whole body's telling you not to, because there's nothing to catch you. Like a defense system. And when you do jump, its just like a roller coaster, except better, because it's still very possible that I could die.

I pulled the drawstring on my parachute and floated the rest of the way. Soon I landed next to a canyon. I looked up and tried to find Noodle's island. Fortunately, I did. Unfortunately, both the helicopters were attacking it.

I didn't know what to do. There was nothing I could do. It all felt wrong, that they were punishing her for trying to save me. And what's worse was I was forced to watch, no matter how hard I tried to look away, I watched. I could just barely see Noodle's figure run back into the windmill. Soon the island began it's plunge, into the canyon I was standing at the edge of.

Noodle, being the smart girl she was, jumped off the island. She had a parachute, which I only caught a faint glimpse of before she passed right in front of me. I did the only thing I wanted to do, I jumped in after her.

I wanted to be there when she died. I didn't want to lose her forever. I fell faster than she did, because I was going face first. Like a dive. I was able to reach her and I quickly wrapped my arms around her. I wouldn't do much to protect her, but at the moment I didn't care.

The whole thing was a blur, deploying the parachute, barely touching the canyon, and then we heard a bang, and everything went black.