The weekend was over and it was time to head back to school. Anzu was still freaked out from what had happened on Saturday. What had happened to Yugi? What was a shadow game, what was a penalty game? She would have to answer these questions on her own.

As she walked towards the bus stop, Anzu wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. Maybe the monster-man didn't even exist. Finally she reached the bus stop, but the bus had just driven away. She ran to catch up with it, but it was too late. Oh, well. Then Jonouchi walked onto the street. She wanted to hide somewhere.

Too late as well. Jonouchi had seen her and ran right up. "How goes it, Anzu?" he said. "Missed the bus, eh?" Anzu looked away. It was kind of embarrassing. "The same could be said about you," she replied. "Yeah, I'm not too worried about missing class," Jonouchi replied. "I'm too laid back."

He was impossible too, Anzu thought. At least Honda had caught the bus. She would have to walk all the way to school with Jonouchi, though. Not too fun, not at all. As they walked towards 6th Street, Jonouchi just vanished from her side. "Huh?" Anzu said out loud. "Where are you?" There was no answer.

Of course Jonouchi was just playing a trick on her, though. Where could he be, though? As she looked around, she saw a horrible, horrifying sight in the street. It was Yugi, but it wasn't. He was laying there on the ground, silent. It looked… no! Yugi's eyeball had been gouged out! He was.. dead.

Anzu dashed towards the middle of the street. A car almost hit her, but she grabbed Yugi and rolled forward. She just barely avoided it. Like in an action movie, Anzu though. Only scarier. She had to get Yugi's body to somewhere safe. But she was crying, sobbing. How had he died? How had such a horrible thing happened?

Her blazer tattered, her hair a wet, tangled mess, Anzu walked down the street with Yugi's body in her arms. This had to be the saddest day of her life. Then an old woman walked up to her. "Honey, what happened? Why are your arms like that?" she asked. "Huh?" she said. Yugi had vanished, leaving only her arms holding nothing.

"I… I… my friend! His body… was just in my arms!" she shouted. What had she done? How could this get any worse? "Honey, are you okay? Your clothes are completely ruined," said the old woman. "M… my friend! He's gone!" Anzu looked down. Her hands were caked with blood. "O… oh my god! My hands!"

This was horrible! What was this? Was it all just a horrible dream, or was it real? Which one was worse? Then she heard a voice as in the back of her mind. It wasn't her own voice, that was for sure. You should be dead, it said. Huh? Anzu's whole life was flashing before her eyes, but with the good parts cut out…

Quicksand appeared below her feet. She was sinking fast. We'll make you wish you were dead! said the voice. "Who are you?" asked Anzu. We are your worst nightmares, said the voice. How could this be happening to a girl as ordinary as herself? As the quicksand sucked her down, she woke up in bed.

"It was all a dream!" yelled Anzu out loud. "I'm so happy!" She walked over to her closet to get dressed. But inside, instead of a clean school uniform, there was a tattered, bloody blazer and a cut up skirt. "Noooo!" shouted Anzu. "Why is this happening to me?"