The scenery was hectic. Fires roared in the distance, its glows lighting up the city as if though everything was back to normal.

As if.

"Let it burn..." I sang out, my voice trembling. "let it all burn"

Just then, I heard an explosion nearby. But I didn't assume anything; it was just probably a beam giving way from a building.

The wind blew my fur softly, my tail swished slightly. The sky was dark, yet even with the glow of fire everything still felt cold.

"Did I overdo it?" I asked to no one.

There was no response. Behind me, another building toppled over.

I wrapped my cloak around me tighter.

Okay...Maybe I had overdone it a little..

Did Clank miss me?

Nah, I'm pretty sure he didn't.

Or maybe he is, and is worried...I'm so late...

Or just pissed.

Wait...what?

"Why am I late-?" I said aloud to myself before cupping my mouth shut. Apparently, I hadn't realized I was in a public area. Around me, bots and organics alike stopped what they were doing and gave me a strange look. I looked down to remain anonymous and walked faster, even though I could already feel what seemed like 20 pairs of eyes looking at me.

I really had no idea what got into me on that day. Ever since I realized something was off, it triggered things...like a catalyst..something that ticked inside of me that said enough.

Enough with the monotonous routine of my life.

I began to feel sleepy, the hazy zombie like feeling creeping up inside of me as I began to remember why I began to walk:

Being a hero was okay in itself. There was the popularity, the fame and fortune of being known. But all that hype and need for attention grew old, withered and died. I found myself regressing back to needing solidarity.

Hence the walks.

The habit of walking alone, on the early morning hours came on its own, like an intruder that did not want to leave. It pestered me as a thought in my head after all the craziness that happened before today. It grew bigger and bigger till one day where I woke up early morning and just walked out of the door.

The trips became frequent, as I realized:

At least 4-5 times a week I left early, sometimes spending around 1-2 hours just wandering whatever city me and my pal happened to be staying in. The rest of the time left in the day were spent doing normal things like working in the garage, or grocery shopping with Clank.

All in all, it was normal...right?

It made sense.

Clank took notice of my walks after the 3rd week of leaving for around 4-5 hours walking, apparently. A flashback created by my subconscious trying to fit everything together played in my mind:

Ratchet, is there something bothering you?,' he asked suddenly, with a worried expression on his face as we watched the HV, 'you have been taking longer and longer walks.'

I looked at him. 'No. Everything's fine and dandy as could be.' I plastered a false smile on my face.

Clank looked at me, apparently not buying it.

'Ratchet, I know when you are lying.'

I scoffed and stood up a little on my chair. 'Oh really?' I rolled my eyes. 'Then I must be caught red handed.'

He sighed. 'let us not try to get into an argument today.'

'Yea...lets not.' I said this while sinking back onto the couch.

Clank titled his head a little, looking passively with those eyes of sorrow. "I really do hope everything is alright,' he said as he took the remote from its place on the table and changed the channel. 'I am here if you want to talk about anything.'

I got up quietly from my spot after 2 minutes and decided to head back to bed. I paused before exiting the room to turn to look at him again.

'I know pal. But it's nothing. Just thinking about stuff. The walks help me relax.'

Even though I didn't see it, I could feel Clank smiling at me; I could also feel his eyes following me as I walked off. I knew he knew the words were just a facade.

But why do I feel like it's a good thing?

I paused in front of the apartment door. I didn't even bother to knock or even breath as my mind began to scramble and look for answers as to why I was feeling so weird.

It didn't make sense: everything seemed pretty normal. I turned to look at the scenery behind me.

The trees are fine, the people look like...people. I look like me.

Yet why am I...?

It was at this time when I heard strange noises inside my head. Moving noises- footsteps. It was as if there was someone living inside of my head, moving things around or walking themselves, but the noises were muffled. So far away that it seemed as if it never happened.

I felt something being placed over my body and I jumped, rubbing myself rapidly to shake off the sudden ghostly feeling. Maybe some sort of dust?

If Luminopolis was a dust ridden area, yea.

I as about to shake it off until the feeling came back. I jumped and rubbed my arms like crazy.

What is going on?