Dancer: Not much to say here. Just r&r, please!

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Flame: ::still hugging Bobgod:: No! You keep YGO! Bobgod is mine! I don't own YGO, I only own Shay! So stay away!

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I opened my eyes slowly, careful of the blinding light that streamed through the window. A chilly breeze blew past, ruffling my hair and sending shivers up my spine. I'd obviously left my window open and thrown the covers aside in my sleep. I reached out and grabbed for a blanket.

Wait a minute. Breeze? Clouds? Endless sea of white around me?

I sat bolt upright, awake and scared now. I didn't stay that way for long.

No, after about three seconds of being aware that I was floating, I was no longer floating. I was falling.

As any normal person would do in this situation, I screamed. And prayed. And flapped my arms in a pathetic attempt to fly. And kept falling.

I had assumed that this was one of those legendary falling-from-the-sky- wake-up-right-before-you-land dreams. Another normal person reaction.

It was about then that I realized something. The normal person is an idiot.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was going in particular. I was too consumed with the fact that I was going down very rapidly. So, I didn't notice the mansion until I was one with the roof. Then the floor of the top story. Then the ceiling of the next floor down.

Floor. Ceiling. Floor. Ceiling. Floor. Ceiling. Floor. Jeez, how many stories does this palace-wannabe have?

I thought briefly about what would happen if I stopped going through the floor and- WHAM!

Right on cue, I stopped falling as the ground suddenly became solid and met me nose-first.

"Ow. . . ie. . ." I moaned. Knee-jerk reaction, even I admit. There was no pain. Not even a twinge. Oh, I was fully aware of the fact that my face had become a near-permanent part of the floor. But it didn't hurt.

Yippee. Like the lack of pain made any difference.

"I thought I was s'posed to wake up 'fore I hit, not after," I muttered as I pushed myself off the ground. No doubt I'd fallen from bed and woken up a heartbeat before I hit.

Except that this high-tech paradise was not my room. My dream room, maybe, but not the one in reality.

And then, it was gone and I was falling again.

I thought about hitting the ground again and voila, guess what happened. The landing was much gentler, since I hadn't had the time to build up a real head of steam.

I stood up and looked around. A bedroom of sorts, but unlike my last stop, it was bare of everything except a bed and a closet. Not even a dresser. Whoever owned this mansion-castle hybrid didn't get many guests. Or perhaps there were too many rooms, and he just shoved a bed into each empty room.

Bored already, I opened the door. Or tried to. Several times. Each time, the knob passed through my hand.

I was beginning to get awfully suspicious, but I refused to consider it until I knew more about what was going on. I was also beginning to freak a little. This wasn't looking to good for the dashing hero.

Me. The hero's me. The dashing- aw, forget it.

I concentrated on being able to touch the doorknob. It had worked with hitting the ground, so why not? To my surprise, it took very little mental effort to grab and turn the knob, or push the door open. Finally, something going my way.

I looked out into a hallway that was just as immaculately clean as the room I'd landed in. On. Whatever.

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, then turned and wandered down the hallway. At first, I was looking for a way out. Soon, I was looking for a living person. After about two hours, I was desperately running from room to room, trying to find one that looked lived-in and confirmed that I wasn't in some mental hospital.

I let my focus slip and found that I could float from one place to another. It was handy for going through walls, ceilings, floors, or doors, but it was too unnerving not to walk.

After floating and running about three miles, I stopped. Opened the door next to me. Found an empty bedroom.

I'd been going in circles for two hours. Considering my float ability, it was pretty amazing how stupid and unobservant I was.

A window would do, I decided. A window through which I could float and go outside and find the elusive front door. Hopefully the living room was right beyond the front door. Hopefully someone was in there. Hopefully I didn't decide to go solid for good five stories above the ground.

And so, the great Window Hunt began.