Breezy: "Last time on WIDIMR: Just kidding, I'm not some TV announcer. But I recall leaving us on a cliffhanger. Not to fear! My writers block has disappeared!"

Sora: "Hooray!"

Kairi: "Cool! Does this mean you're updating?"

Breezy: "Yup! Now, I don't own anything except my setting and OC's! Crap! I'm delaying you! Go read!"

"What girl?!" I asked. Butter cocked his head and sat down. "In my dreams! You…" He plopped onto the bed. "Where am I?" "In my room, obviously. Do you have any idea how you go here?" I asked. "If I did, don't you think I'd try to go back?" Demyx buried his face in his hands. "Sorry. But I really don't know. You're Demyx, right?"

Demyx stared at me, shocked. "How do you-?" He broke off, too shocked to speak. I went on. "Demyx. Number nine in Organization XIII. Element: water. Weapon: Sitar. Need I say more?" Demyx opened his mouth to reply, but was cut short by a large flash and loud boom. Then, the power blew. Butter howled and came to my side. "Figures." I muttered under my breath. "Wait here, I'll get a flashlight." Barely any light came through the windows, but I could make out Demyx's shadow as I left the room. Something grabbed me by the arm, hard. "Watch it!" I yelled. Demyx clung to my arm. I couldn't tell if it was from fear or because he was pissed, but it seemed like it was leaning towards the lesser.

"What?" I asked. Demyx still clung on. "What is it?" He reply was low, so I almost couldn't hear it. "How do you know that stuff about me?" I sighed. "I'll tell you later, okay? Come on." He loosened the grip, and I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, where we kept the emergency gear. Storms were common in the area, so we kept everything ready. Another flash greeted us as we walked into the room, and Demyx jumped. "Don't care for storms." He muttered. "I don't either. Brings back bad memories." I answered as I felt around for the flashlight. I turned the switch, and it dawned on me I should have replaced the batteries: it was dead.

"Crap."

"What?"

"Dead batteries...Not to worry, I know where the candles and matches are."

Five minutes later, I sat on the couch in the half-light. Demyx sat across from me in an armchair, staring at an old photograph of my mom's. "Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the happy family in the frame. "It was my family," I stated lowly, "do want to know about how I know you or not?" He nodded in reply. "To put it lightly… you're a character in a video game." Silence. A thunderclap sounded in the distance. "Okay… what?" I sighed again. "Do you know what a 'video game' is?"

"Yeah…"

"Then you know. Now, back up to the whole dream-girl thing." Demyx lowered his head. "I think I've seen you before. Wait…" He got up and approached me. Reaching down, he stared at my face and studied me. Crap. I always had to blush if someone did that. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice. His eyes started to grow from looking at me instead. "You- You're-"

"I'm what?"

He let go and sat down again. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure I've seen you." "Seen me where?" I started to get agitated. Demyx sighed. "Since you already know about me, I'll start on the bat. Recently, our numbers have been decreasing. Oblivion's gone, and so Roxas- do you know who he is?" He stopped short for a response. I nodded and motioned for him to continue. "I might sound like Sora, but these dreams have been coming to me for a while. They're always the same, too. A city somewhere, then a few other buildings, and then a girl. She's always turned away, so I never saw her face. Apparently, she looks a lot like you. Just before she turns, all these people surround her, smiling. The only thing I see after that is the girl smiling." Just as Demyx ended his sentence, a flash cracked through the room and both of us jumped. "Want something to drink?" I asked casually. Yup, for some reason the story hadn't fazed me in the slightest. Still, I was happy beyond imagining. After all, it seemed like an adventure having a video game character here.

After three days of the long weekend, I hated having to go to school. Mom, so far, didn't know about Demyx, even though it had come really close a few times. For some reason, he couldn't make any portals. Demyx and I had gotten to know each other over the weekend, and it was decided that he'd stay at my house today while I was at school. Mom worked today, so it'd be fine.

The only thing I really worried about were my friends. Should I tell them? If I did, what would they do? Sammy was my best bet, since she was a fan of the game too and could keep secrets well. Silently, I made a decision to tell her in the library. We worked as aides in the morning there, and chances were that no one else would hear me.

The school was almost deserted when I got there, but that was how I liked it. It meant I was early, and I hated it when I was late for anything. The lobby was empty, and as I walked up the steps the library door, I could hear the guest speaker in the Home etc. room practicing his speech. Almost no one was in the library when I opened the door, except for Mrs. Allen and Sammy sitting at their usual places. I walked over behind the desk, sat my bookbag down, and tried to get Sammy's attention from the book she was reading. She turned to look at me.

"Morning. How was your weekend?" She asked in a whisper. "Weird. Listen, I need to tell you someth-" That was as far as I got before someone crashed into the enter door. A boy pulled the door to, then adjusted his baseball cap and waved at us. Erin sat his trumpet down and turned in a book. He winked at Sammy. They'd been good friends and, just recently, more than that.

"Erin Bell, did you crash into that door again?" Mrs. Allen asked aloud in a playful way. She was the only librarian I had ever known with a sense of humor. "Kinda." He replied, turning to the fiction section. I turned back to Sammy, who was checking in the book and putting it on the cart behind her with a smile on her face. "What were you trying to say?" She asked. "Okay, we've been friends since kindergarten, right?"

"Right."

"So, if I said something really unbelievable, you might believe me if I said it was true, right?"

"Depends. What are you trying to say?" I sighed. "Demyx- the sitar playing, water controlling Demyx- appeared in my room Friday."

Silence. Sammy stared at me like I'd hit my head hard on something. "Whoa…backup. Demyx?"

"Yes."

"Organization XIII Demyx?"

"Yes."

"KH2, battle boss Demyx?" She asked a third time.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I replied, a little worried. She whistled low.

"Show me."

"What?"

"After school. We could tell your mom we need to study for that math quiz. I need to see it to believe it." She turned her eyes back to the book she was reading and said no more.

It didn't rain as I walked home with Sammy. In fact, it was hot and sunny. She seemed to have forgotten about the conversation we had in the morning, and I was glad. Still, as I pulled out the back door key, she tensed. "Something wrong?" I asked. She shook her head and said nothing. I opened the door, pushing away Butter as he jumped up to lick her face. Distant music came from upstairs, sounding like a guitar, or something like it.

"Leave the radio on, Laura?" She asked as she set her bookbag down. "Do you remember anything I told you this morning?" I answered, in a way. A look of realization dawned on her face. "Yeah…"

"Then come on." I lead her up the steps to my room, where Demyx was currently staying. "Okay, you're not gonna faint on me, are you?" She gave me a sarcastic look. "We'll see." I sighed and reached for the knob.

Demyx stopped to look at us. His sitar was in hand, and a few water clones were sitting beside him. They looked at us too before bursting. Sammy looked… well… honestly, I couldn't describe her face. She seemed about to die. I waved to Demyx and pointed to Sammy. "This is Sammy, a friend of mine. It's okay, we can trust her." Demyx looked at Sammy strangely. I waved my hand in front of her face a few times. "Sammy…Sammy-Sammy…Sammy?" Next thing I knew, she had jumped from her point and glomped him.

Poor Demyx.

"Hey, get off! You've already got a boyfriend!" I shouted as Demyx tried to get back up. If you knew Sammy as well as I did, you'd know that she had a killer glomp. Thus, Demyx toppled back to the floor.

Yet again, poor Demyx.

"Sammy!" I yelled louder. This time she seemed to notice me this time, and got up.

"Sorry…" She smiled nervously. Curse her. I wanted to glomp something now, and it couldn't be Demyx, since he was only just recovering. Oh well, it could wait. Demyx's hair was completely out of place, and his My Chemical Romance T-shirt was ruffled. (I went to Target to get him some clothes. Mom would freak if she found some black cloak on the floor, so he took them gratefully.) "It's okay." He answered. Poor guy seemed pretty out of place thanks to the blow. Sammy turned to me. "You were right!"

"Go figure, huh?"

"Huh?"

Breezy: "Okay, guys. I won't be updating for a while. Last night my friend's dad died of ALS. Honestly, he lived longer than expected. I'll be with her for a while. Please put prayers for her family. Until then, bye."

Naminé: "Good bye."