A filter-tip cigarette hung lazily from the corner of Stu "2D" Pot's thin lips as he lethargically stared at the thick, orange piping above his cot. Since they had finished producing "The Fall", his days on plastic beach seemed to slip past in a haze of boredom and half-consciousness. Even the crippling terror induced by the whale had provided some distraction. Now he roamed the halls of their bunker, mindlessly completing everyday tasks.
And so he stared. And stared. And stared. A wiser man would perhaps have thought to read or ponder life's mysteries, but poor 2D could barely spell wise. Today, the warm, tropical sun was lost on him to an unwillingness to leave the bunker. His bedroom had a sort of hazy atmosphere that lulled him into a twilit trance. The more he stared at the orange pipe, the less clear it became. His muddled thoughts seemed to swirl until he was trapped once again, but this time in a tower of his own foolishness. Slowly drifting by the impenetrable panes of glass drifted the happy windmill propelled island farther and farther away. The farther it drifted, the farther she drifted.
He could still picture the way the breeze slightly ruffled her jumper, and the innocent joy with which she dangled her stocking feet over the edge. Her black-purple hair hung casually across her almond shaped eyes as she said a silent goodbye to the life of debauchery led by the remaining Gorillaz.
2D let out a deep sigh at the memory. Never again would his life be filled the quirky light she brought, a light that no cyborg could ever replace. There was a hole in his heart just the size of a tiny Japanese girl. Her piercing eyes had seemed to hold enough life to fill the hollow spaces he had instead. Once again the room swirled, leaving nothing but the thought of his dear Noodle.
"Hello 2D!"
"Noodle! What you doin' 'ere? You dun flown off. I saw'r it with me on eye... dents".
She let out a high-pitched giggle and seemed to bound weightlessly through the void of thought.
"Oi! Noodle! Come back 'ere!"
His own lanky strides followed her, his skinny fingers bridging the gap between them as he edged closer. He could feel her heart racing in her wrist as he finally encircled it with a nicotine stained hand. She gazed up at him and suddenly the world seemed to disappear. The secrets and the windmills and the whales and the donkatrons all seem relics of a distant past that didn't matter. Standing on her tippy-toes, she lightly planted a kiss on his open mouth.
With that, she, and the void, vanished. The only remains an eerie laugh and a single tear sliding down his face.